Ohio Summer [FM]

The cops run by as we press ourselves flat in the grass on the side of a hill. We try to be still but we’re so drunk.

His hands find my face. His mouth finds mine. His tongue tastes like Natty Ice. I’m on my back now and his hands are all over.

I hear people running through the fields, cops close behind.

Pants coming down. His fingers find my wetness. Spread my lips. Heavy breathing into my mouth when he finds what he came for.

Shifting weight, different angles. Pressure at my entrance, then more. He’s pushing into me, over and over. Quiet, gentle grunts. *Where’s my date?*

His face is in my neck. His hips are clumsy between my legs. He remembers to kiss me. Face back in my neck. *At least he’s polite.*

I hear footsteps coming quick, flashlights in the night. Police. I push him off and grab my pants, running low to the ground. Everyone for themselves.

Back down in the grass. Alone now, finally. *Who was that guy?* Wait for the police to leave. The stars spin above me. So drunk. Close my eyes.

The next day, a friend request. “Chris K” Huh. He’s cute. Really popular. Click accept.

Never speak to him. Never mention it to anyone.

Growing up in Ohio.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/sxknq0/ohio_summer_fm