Page 471 of S is for SEX

“You do want fucked, don’t you?” he asked as he walked back toward the center of the roof.

I nodded my head once sharply as he made eye contact.

“Well, as soon as I am done,” he said as he grabbed another strand of lights.

“You’re gonna get it,” he said.

“Promises, promises,” I laughed.

Watching Erik do anything made me horny as hell. I could watch him write a note for the grocery store and it made me wet. I suppose that’s the difference between loving someone and just fucking them. The connection between Erik and I was so strong that witnessing him in his day-to-day activities was satisfying in itself.

I needed nothing more than to know that he was pleased with me being in his life.

And for him to fuck me.

To prove it.

The sun felt good. There was virtually no wind, which was uncommon for Kansas and certainly uncommon for autumn. The sky was clear, and it was about 80 degrees. I laid into the valley of the roof and closed my eyes.

The smell of the flowers was perfectly sweet. It wasn’t overwhelming. It was enough that you raised your head and opened your eyes a little wider to try and catch another sniff of them before they were gone.

I looked around the room.

Pedals from the roses were everywhere. The entire floor was rose pedals. I looked down at my dress, which was gathered on the floor at my feet. I must have fallen asleep. My bare feet felt cool on the rose pedals that lined the floor.

Late.

I’m going to be late.

I stood up and shook my head. I could hear the music.

Where is my father?

Isn’t my dad supposed to be here to take me? I looked around the room. The music got louder and louder. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and opened the door. I looked both directions down the hallway. The music seemed louder to the right.

I turned and ran to the right, following the sound of the music. I lifted my dress and ran down the stairs. I took two steps with each leap, trying to make up time. As my bare feet reached each step, I was grateful that I had forgotten my shoes. No one would notice with my dress on the floor covering my feet.

As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I inhaled a deep breath. The music seemed to be coming from the doors on my right. I tiptoed across the tile floor to the doors. As the music played, I opened one of the doors a few inches and peeked inside.

Almost everyone was there. Erik, Teddy, Bone, Shakey, A-Train, Jake, Heather, Amy, Donna, Chris, Emily, and Debb. I looked to the right and scanned the room. My father was not anywhere to be seen. A crow flew through the church and landed on top of the organ.

The music got louder.

And louder.

“Kelli,” someone screamed.

“Kelli,” the voice came again, louder.

“Kelli,” it grew even louder.

Someone grabbed my arm and pulled. I pulled back, and turned to see who it was.

“Kelli, wake up. I’m done. Are you okay,” Erik asked.

I opened my eyes and looked around. I felt lost. I rubbed my eyes and looked up at Erik.

“I’m done baby girl,” he said, standing over me with a staple gun in his hand.

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