SERIES: Just a Little Bit
AUTHOR: Missy
EMAIL: lasfic@yahoo.com
PART: 1 of 1
RATING: PG-13 (Adult
thematic material, language)
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SETTING IN TIMELINE: Pre-series
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: It's Squiggy's party, and he wants Lenny
to go into the closet with....
NOTES: Inspired by Straylight
Run's "Existentialism on Prom Night".
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"Hey, Lenny."
"Hey Laverne."
"Uh...I guess we should start..."
"We don't got to." her voice is
sour.
"No! Everyone'll be able to
tell if we don't."
"Geeze! Don't whine like that - I swear all the dogs
in
Then there's nothing but blackness as he reaches forward and
kisses her.
Her mind wanders. His
hands are nice. Big,
but nice. The way he touches his
waist, she almost forgets that he's icky Lenny from downstairs.
His tongue is in her mouth - she didn't tell him he could do
that - but it 's in her mouth now. Anne Marie didn't tell her it would feel
so...slimy. Slimy but
nice. Her breasts tingle like
they do when she thinks about doing this with Fonzie.
Her hands tangle up in his cowboy shirt - no, Fonzie's shirt she tells herself - plaid running over her
nails like a river. His hands are under
her sweater and going up, up. She wants
to rejoice when his palms caress her through her bra. She wants to laugh - she wants to bless Squiggy
for his stupid party game idea. She can
feel something...something...
A white light pierces the room. "Hey, lovers! Time's up," yells Hector Kestenbaum.
Instantly, she shoves him away, scrambling to her feet. Lenny glares up at her, wiping his
cherry-colored mouth, a strange shadow passing over his face. She tears out of the closet and is immediately
met by Shirley.
"You didn't let him, did you?"
She looked back at Lenny, receiving his hearty congratulations
from Squiggy and Hector. His blue eyes
burn every cell in her body to extinction.
"No."