Sunday, March 06, 2016

As You Were - Installment 2

You have been thoroughly warned. 
If you are squeamish about colorful language, don't like sex scenes, and honest dialogue makes your hair curl, walk away now. Do not read this.
I'll be posting the story in installments every day until the end. I don't know how many days that will be because I am still writing this story. You can read it or not, share it or not, like it or not.  It's up to you. Unlike me, you have a choice. I can't not write it.

Namaste.

As You Were
Copyright © 2013 by Melissa Lummis

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But which way to the Brass Balls?  

I was more interested in getting plastered than in a man this week.  I’d had enough of what a man could do for me to last the whole effin’ summer.  Hell, my whole effin’ life.  Jack hadn’t let me down easy and although I couldn’t say I was completely caught off guard, I was surprised when he told me he’d been having serious doubts about the wedding.  About us. And, oh, by the way, he’d been seeing someone else. 

“Anne!”

I jerked around, searching the swarm of faces for whoever had called my name.  It was a male voice and not Chuck’s or his friend, what’s-his-name.

“Over here, Anne.”

I stepped up onto the boards and turned in a slow circle until I saw a muscled guy on top of the beach wall clinging to a light pole with one arm.  I squinted as he waved the other arm in big sweeps.  He looked familiar, but…

“Anne!”  The next time he yelled my name, I got it.  A surge of glee split my face in a huge grin and I waved like crazy back at my old high school buddy.

“Erik!” I screamed back, jumping up and down. 

He nodded enthusiastically and I started worming my way through the great exodus.  The fireworks had ended, which meant everyone was making their way off the beach. Everyone.  Someone knocked me out of the way, and I shrugged it off.  There were so many people, it was impossible not to shove to move around.  Besides, this was benign, lacking malicious intent unlike Chuck’s vulgar assaults and Meredith’s passive-aggressive jabs this week.

 I lost sight of Erik as I wiggled between bodies, making slow progress as the crowd insisted I go the other way.  Wave after wave of salty flesh lapped at me, but I finally reached the white-washed wall and slid along it to the light pole. A hand shot down and grabbed my arm.  When I looked up, Erik grinned at me from under a crew cut as he gripped my forearm and heaved.  I scrambled up the wall, banging my knee in the process. 

“Ouch. Shit.”  I hopped on one foot as I rubbed the stinging ache, Erik gripping me around the waste.  My bare skin fizzed where his big hand touched it and I had to focus on my feet not to stumble. When I looked up, Erik was smiling down at me in a way that made my stomach flip.  Swallowing, I reached up and gave him a noogie on his shaved head.  He slapped at my hand.

“What’s up with the doo, dude? When did you cut off the dreadlocks?”  I kept my voice light and unaffected, I hoped.  

I couldn’t believe he still made my knees go weak.  It had been, what?  A whole year?  I’d seen him last summer at a party while I was home from the city visiting my folks.  Jack hadn’t come with me that time and I ground my teeth as it occurred to me he’d spent that time with his lover.  When I’d asked about Erik after moving home last month, no one seemed to know where he was or what he was up to.

“The man doesn’t take kindly to dreadlocks.”  Erik kissed me on the temple.  “I can’t fucking believe you’re here.” His voice turned husky and I think my knees gave out, but he was holding me so tight I stayed standing.

“I can’t believe you’re here, either.  And since when did you give a shit what your dad thought?”  Erik and his dad had a history of fighting over part-time jobs, girls, and the fact that Erik had absolutely no interest in sports.

“Not my dad.  I joined the Air Force.”  His face turned solemn and my stomach fell out as he drew his dog tags up and over his T-shirt.

“The Air Force?”  Holy hell.  “When?  Are you going overseas?”

He nodded, his eyes searching my face like he was looking for something.  “I’m leaving day after tomorrow.”

I sucked in a breath as I gripped his arm to steady myself, staring into his dark blue eyes.  Erik had been my secret crush since tenth grade, but we’d never so much as kissed.  We were good friends and we joked around a lot about running away together, but circumstances were never in our favor.  When we met, I was already dating my high school boyfriend and he was dating my best friend.  

Besides the fact that Erik was a dog.

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