Fin Brooke was a town where the sky was always that perfect shade of blue and the sun never stopped shining. The woods surrounding my little town held a cacophony of greens and extended farther than any of us had ever wandered. The air was so pure I could feel it cleanse my body each time I took a breath. I had lived here forever, my entire life, but each time I stepped outside there was still a moment where I looked around, stunned that some place like this really did exist. It was a town of firsts and lasts, for those born here and any passerby caught in its spell. The beauty this place held for the locals didn’t even approach that of the visitors. People unlucky enough to have thought this place to be a nice detour off the beaten path. They wanted to take the road untraveled, never realizing their travels would end here.
The first time I took real note of a visitor was after I turned ten. A young couple, he reminded me of a hero from the comics I obsessed over, a thick build but at least an inch taller than any man I had seen. The woman was slender, her hair a dark golden brown. They checked into the one motel in the entire town; a sad looking brick building with six outdated rooms in total. It was the only structure in the whole place that was built to make you want to leave. Despite the trance most people were cast into upon arriving in Finn Brooke, the residents were less than welcoming.
All of my class came to watch the pair check in and move their things to room six. Though it couldn’t have been more than 50 feet from the main office, they still hopped back in the sleek, black convertible they drove in on and parked it right in front of the door. I remember her most vividly. Though his expression hardly changed, hers seemed to be painted in pleasure. She smiled at the motel manager who looked as though he hadn’t seen the sun in years (no doubt a consequence of working in the bleakest business in town), and she kept smiling. She would laugh and the sound carried on the wind into the ears of every sixth grader who had gathered behind the trees next to the motel. We were the ones caught in her spell.
Once outside their room, the woman let her beige shawl slide off her shoulders, holding desperately to her hips before coming to a rest on the hood of their car. The faint light of the sun shone on the woman’s now bare shoulders which only seemed to glisten despite the quickly approaching dusk. I could see and feel the tension between the couple sharpen. He had removed his faded, brown leather jacket, revealing arms that were nearly too big for the short sleeved tee he was wearing. He walked closer to her and she took a step back, but he continued until their bodies touched and she was pressed against the hood of their car. The man rested one hand on the car and the other on her hip as he leaned in to whisper something in her ear. She smiled and her head fell back, exposing the small of her neck. The man landed a swift kiss to the side of her neck, but paused before he brought his head up completely. He seemed to just be standing there, breathing heavily for hours, but in mere moments he grabbed her back with one hand and with the other the back of her head, pulling her into him. They embraced and were seemingly locked into each other. She wrapped her legs around him, pushing up the black, satin dress she was wearing, and threw her arms around his neck, grasping for him as desperately as he was to her. He lifted her off the hood of the car and carried her into their room, kicking the door shut behind them.
This was where most of my classmates ran off to find more interesting things to occupy their time. I didn’t join them. Something in the way they so desperately needed each other enticed me, pulled me farther into their spell. I needed to see more. What was the end to all these obsessive and intense motions? Slowly, I walked up to the window belonging to room six, making sure to crouch down and crawl once I got close. I paused for a moment below the window, fear and wonder eating at me for what could be going on behind these fragile glass plates. Even slower, I turned to face the window and rested on my knees so that my eyes would just barely reach over it’s ledge. In a breath I opened my eyes to take in what room six had to offer.
The woman was half upright on the bed, her legs trailing off it and spread wide. The dress was now hiked up almost to her hips. He was shirtless and kneeling between her open legs, but his face was hidden, buried in her. His jeans lay scattered off to the side and a large bulge protruded from his plaid boxers. He ran his hands up the outside of her calves, then slowly traced along the inside of her thighs. He pushed her legs even farther apart, pulling her closer to him at the same time. His hands began to drift upward, spending no time on the dress bunched at her waist. They slid along her sides as her back arched and up to her bare breasts. He ran his hands over each, softly at first, each finger going over her nipples. He took two fingers on each hand and began to rub her nipples, then squeezed, sending her back into a more severe arch than seemed possible. She fell to her elbows and her legs raised off the floor. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed. They filled his hands and left them both wanting more. Finally he came out from under the slight shield of the dress and stood, now fully erect. He slid the dress off her hips and tossed it to the side before removing what was left of his clothing. With one hand he began rubbing himself, and the other he placed between her legs. She was dripping, and warm to the touch. He slid two fingers inside her, using his thumb to press onto her clit. He methodically moved his thumb in small circles while pushing his fingers further into her, curling them once inside. Each time he curled his fingers she gasped and grabbed herself, trying to find anything to could clutch onto for support. Eventually he did away with his thumb and pushed another finger inside her. He moved his hand faster now, pressing the heel of his hand onto her clit each time he went in. Suddenly her arms and legs splayed out and her back collapsed back onto the bed. She was breathing heavily and her face and chest were flushed. Her nipples tingled and she could feel herself pulse where his fingers had once been. She looked up at him and took his arm, pulling him closer. He grinned and leaned down to kiss her. They embraced, running their hands all over each other and pushing themselves farther up on the bed. He once again placed himself between her legs and, still kissing her, took one hand and guided himself into her. He pushed himself in an inch, then two, feeling her body tighten and relax around him. He moved his hand back up to her face, resting in on her jaw line and holding her to him. He wanted to feel her body react when he was completely inside her. He pushed in slightly deeper, three inches in and not even halfway to what was coming. Her breath quickened, she grabbed the back of her head and neck, pulling him into her. She could feel him smile through his kiss. He took a firmer grip on her neck and plunged all of himself into her. Her legs quivered and she pulled her head back from his, gasping for air. Her reaction only made him harder, longer. He pulled almost all the way out then went even deeper than he had the first time. She couldn’t contain herself this time, a high pitched gasp nearly breached the walls of the motel room, alerting any passerby to the activities which were going on inside. The man slide his arms underneath him and grabbed onto the back of her shoulders, then moved his legs onto his knees, pushing her legs up further until her body was shaped like a V. He began to push in and out of her more quickly now, not going as deep as he possibly could but slowing increasing his speed. They were no longer kissing, but their bodies were fully in motion and their heads pressed against each other as they both felt a rising sensation of pleasure coming deep from their bellies. Hers began to radiate all over her body, a terrible pleasure that was all-consuming. She once again was unable to contain herself as she felt the sensation strengthen, she called out louder now, begging for more. He began pumping even faster, she was so wet now that it was easy for him to slide in and out. He began to feel warmth rising up in him and plunged deeper and harder into her. She reacted exactly how he liked, writhing in pleasure. Her breasts were bouncing all over her chest, and her skin was completely flushed. Her mouth was open, shaping a sound she could no longer form. He went faster, faster until he couldn’t hold himself back any more. He shoved himself as deep as he could and held onto her tightly. He breathed out in relief as he released himself inside of her. He could feel her legs shaking on either side of him. Her arms still flung around him, she gripped him close and he did the same. Their sweaty bodies so entangled it appeared they would never become unglued from one another.
Maybe ten minutes had passed yet I was still mesmerized by the strangers, as strangers they still were. I had so many questions about the intimate act I had just witnessed, but I didn’t want anything to break this moment. I felt I had been there with them, experiencing this all together. My breathing has quickened and slowed with theirs and I wanted to feel more. Minutes later, but what felt like hours, the woman began to stir and head for the bathroom. Fearing being caught I jumped up and sprinted back to my home less than a mile away, as most things were in Finn Brooke. I ran straight to my room, avoiding my father who hadn’t yet passed out in front of the TV, and locked my door behind me. I stared at myself in my bathroom mirror, imagining my skin flushing the way hers had, and wondering if one day my body would look like hers. I don’t know how much time passed, but eventually I felt a warm good dripping down my legs. I looked down and saw red gashes on both my knees. In my haste to get away I had scraped them on the concrete walk. I patted them dry and slathered on antibacterial ointment, but the scars never left.
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