Bbubbles

           he called her thatshe let him she was goodhumoured effervescent  her bountiful breasts were lighter than air and stealthily tiptoed out of her brassieres her blouseswhatever containers she wore over them to hold them fastbut for moments Not so fast you silly boy The Mothers of Invention What Kind of Girls

                                                                             it wasnt that she was immodesty bounty doesnt really play well with modesty more so they were Houdinis  nothing could hold them 

he didnt complain 

he hadnt complained once since they first met 

                                                 they rose up to get a good look at himOHMYGODno quickly she threw her handfingers widespread across her bodice OHMYGOD a starters pistol  And theyre off Ladies and Gentlemen!

and they were out 

her genuine embarrassment only heightened her complexionrouged her already flushed cheeks blushedbeautifully offset her freckles which tumbled out of her hairline her widowspeak onto her forehead to her cheeks her chest and cleavage played happily across the tops of her shoulders and back and anticipated her large happy aureoles her sayHi! nipples 

he swore one day two daysthree days  a weektwo weeksthree he was going to strip her down naked and languished days and candlelit nights connecting her dots in all their ways varieties and variables 

Jesusquit talking about it already she said  Do it and meant it  she loved how he admired her freckles her breasts  and she knew that his softlydrawn lines or fingertracings his gently counting in her ears wouldnt stop  he would seek his pleasureseeking hers or while teasing her out of her mind for his pleasure alone he wouldnt stopSTOP wouldnt stop him but Peaches breathlessly murmured would

he said goodnighthe wanted to stay but she wanted her good nightshe wanted to sleep and if he stayed he wouldnt let her sleep  he wanted herwas obsessed with herwas obsessed with her body  every tiny bit of it 

he wasnt ever going to be satisfied

Good night, baby she said

Gnight buckwheat

backing down the driveway he threw his highbeams on lit her up

                                                                     Bbubbles in his high beams 

she smiled bigshe didnt cover her mouth  she curtsied her hands at the hem of her short nightgown 

Once a ham he called out his open window

Always a ham she cried back

                               and just before his headlights came off of her this time she helpedshe yanked her nightie down  her breasts came out and waved and blew him kisses goodnight 

one day shed make him lose his mind    

texted to himself:  0402,  Friday,  19  10. 18

1356,  Twosday,  30  10. 18