| ROOM 36 (quasi-adult)
Posted: 12/17/2007 4:49:59 PM | She opened her eyes and immediately focused them on the smoldering cigarette in the ashtray. She moved her gaze to the window, the heavy gold drapery blinding her to the sound of the moving traffic outside. The world was going about its routine evening, and here she was, on an adventure in some hotel room in a different city. The thought of it moved her, and she rolled onto her back and glanced over to the bedside, brushing her hair from her face.
He sat there staring at her in the shadows. He said nothing of her waking, and suddenly feeling uncomfortable; she stretched her smooth nakedness, and saw his eyes gaze down her body as the candle light waltzed across her skin. It was enough to convince her that she was still the powerful one in the situation. She sat up and reached for the glass of water on the bedside table.
“Not tired?” She asked, lifting the cup to her mouth and gazing up at him playfully.
“Nah, who could sleep after that?” he replied, shifting his weight in the chair.
“I thought all men snored.” she said smugly, a grin on her face as she put the glass back on the table. The cigarette was still somehow burning. She really hated the smell.
“We should go soon” he said, examining his watch and tilting it toward the candlelight.
“But it’s only ten o’clock” she pouted, tilting her head to the side inquisitively. He smiled warmly, longingly, and looked back at his watch.
She swung her legs over the bedside and slowly stood up, being sure to suck her tummy in and elongate her body. She bent over and gave him a slow kiss, and he kissed back hungrily. She pulled away slowly; his body still leaned into hers, and smiling coyly at him, walked over to the bathroom. She heard a slow sigh from him as she flicked on the light.
Once inside, she closed the door, gazing at herself in the mirror. Her makeup had racooned itself around her eyes and her hair was unkempt. She ran the water, examining her complexion in the mirror. She felt the pit of guilt in her stomach. She wondered what he and his wife talked about when he walked in the door after these ventures. Blinking such thoughts away, she gently washed the smeared makeup from her face. The rough facecloth left trails of redness on her face, and she looked as though she was blushing.
As she brushed her hair, she wondered why affairs never worked out. She couldn’t be happier in her situation, having someone come to her beck and call. He most likely thought it was about her wanting sex when she whispered into the phone in the evenings, but it was the free feeling of being desired. And he desired her. She did love the sex though. She wondered if he still kissed his wife with the hunger and aggression with which he kissed her. It didn’t matter, she was young, and felt on top of the world when she was looking into his consumed expression of arousal. She couldn’t be happier.
She opened the bathroom door to find him buttoning up his shirt and collecting his things. He was checking his pack of cigarettes, and at once she resented how he’d kiss her after smoking. He looked over to meet her gaze, a flicker of impatience in his face.
She knew he hated it when she groomed herself, but she didn’t care. The feeling of vulnerability did not lie within her cosmetic rituals. She picked up her purse and pulled out her lip gloss, slowly gliding it over her lips and breathing in the bubblegum smell. As she pursed her lips together and licked them, she noticed him watching her, his face contorted into some element of both confusion and disgust. It made her smile. Still staring at her, he pulled out a cigarette and placed it between his lips without lighting it as he shoved things into his pockets. She clenched her jaw. He’ll probably smoke in the car.
The cool air of the night greeted them as she walked out to the car. Her eyes darted over the vacant parking lot to a couple coming out of another hotel room. He was carrying her to the car, and they were both laughing. The car was packed with luggage, and she noticed the licence plate to be out of province. As she opened his car door she kept her gaze on the couple, and caught a glimpse of a sparkling ring on the girl’s finger. She slumped her body into the car, and glanced back over at him to find him fumbling with his keys outside of the driver’s door. Leaning over, she unlocked it, and noticed that he had followed her gaze to the couple. His eyes quickly went back to his keys, and he opened the door, leaving her efforts of assistance unnoticed. He sat in the car and immediately started it. He appeared to be in a rush, and she could feel disappointment in the tightness of her chest. She leaned over and kissed his cheek, feeling the stickiness of the lipgloss pull from her lips. He looked over and smiled uncomfortably, keeping the cigarette firmly between his lips. She looked out her window as they pulled out, and rolled it down, leaning her body toward the cool air entering the car. From the corner of her eye, she noticed him subtly wipe his cheek on the shoulder of his shirt. He was going to go home to his wife and she was going to go home to her empty dorm room. She rolled the window down further, the smell of smoke entering the car.
Thank god. | |
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