“What a wonderful night,” you said. Lights glinted across the harbor, but you didn’t care who lived in them. She didn’t. Landscape served this dated couple. A great rock beneath you protested, but she rested in your arms. Shh, rock. Your body now fleshy. It all felt so comfortable.
“Do you think there’s life out there?” Her eyes groped the stars.
“Yeah— somewhere. We can’t be the only solar system.” She hummed. “What would we even do if aliens came here?”
“Show them this world,” she pointed to the small waves, “Make them subjugate our majority or some shit,” She burrowed in you like she wanted to be a slight dream. Maybe it could dally in delusions. But not in the car, not with that creature.
“Yeah, me too.” You laughed. It made sense. Darkness ripened. The white town lights dissented. A breeze convinced you behind the windshield. That mouth started kissing yours. You had dated for a few months. It will confront you again, something warned. Doesn’t matter, don’t let it come up. One finger had her hooked for a while. She hadn’t bit. Drowsiness’ tongue rubbed your neck. The fumes ran you to dreamland. It had no color. Now the red digital clock on her rear-view mirror tittered. Twenty minutes.
“It’s okay,” she caught an inhale. “You don’t have to go any longer,” Even then, you hadn’t held her. Try holding a comet.
It made sense. Not to me, you anticipated. She slid her hands on your stomach, down. No, trembling fingers commanded. It’s been long enough, she seemed to reply. The conversation had surfaced before. A year older than you, she wanted a year more more than in a year.
“Not tonight,” I make sense. Eventually, your swallow tried to speak.
She said your name. “Please,” her hand on your chest pressed off inhibition. She wore a thin dress. Why say no? Would the prince cut the pinnacle of his tale? Don’t inflate your problems.
“I just don’t want to right now,”
“I don’t know. Soon,”
“Please. I want to do this for you,” Your heart pared its walls. Come on. Let this beautiful girl give you a beautiful thing. Eat the fantasy, prude.
“Okay,” you have to whisper twice. It felt icky, subjugating her. You never could disappoint someone. She unbuckled your belt. Everything felt too comfortable. Your affection all-ready curdled. You’re not already. Just a submission.
You had resisted for a while. A child tapped your attic windows, looking for neighbors. Only the red digital clock stared back. Wet cold warm slick. Darkness enfolded but didn’t swaddle. No souls in the hollow night. Except the one in the kitchen, trying to suck yours from the faucet.
The bay lost its waves.
You looked down at the peeled-back land, wanting to dry. A writhing white demon would make your sockets bleed for another. Bleed for the demon to gain strength, but the land wouldn’t be the same. Stop crying, something said. You love this.
You could have stopped her too. You were stronger? But she just wanted to do this for you. Pleasure.
Sounds stuck your bile. Your trachea leaned in. Everything, your consciousness, down this black. The sounds aren’t mortal.
Please. You had always been curbed. She had a mouthful to say about it earlier. Not now. Swallow. Just swallow your fear.
Your middle finger crawled further down the lining. Maybe you just wanted to feel warm, you were just seeing if she had a soul. It slipped deeper down her bra, her breast gave. You couldn’t stop. Reach her nipple. Maybe it would swathe your innocence. The starless universe closed in. Sleep.
The bra didn’t move enough, you jammed your finger against it. Quickly, please. Please let me just get down there. I can channel into that point. I’ll escape this body. It would delight the devil. That’s what you want, right?
Too long. Her head bobbed. Give in, the noises spumed. Red alarms rang your eyes shut. You found it, so much farther down than you thought. Her dress collapsed like an example. So exciting.
Was that good, was that your first time, she asked. Yes, you smiled, because maybe that would numb the screaming child. It’s done, you’re ready whenever. The white demon destroyed the land, but it still bled between your legs. Blood ran them into rivers and you couldn’t stand against the current. Lean away.
Someone asked the next day if you were by the harbor. Last night? You pretended not to understand. If you said yes, they would know. It was your first time. I think I saw you at the harbor last night. Oh yeah, I was there. Could they see me? Why aren’t you celebrating? Why dominate your head about it?
Tonight, your bed and windows stretched from reach. The blanket had no feeling. Someone pulled you from the husk. You wanted to fill out, but who was that person. A lucky prince.
It’s a good land, the demon said.