Poppies

“Mara-Joy, you are finally here!” the red-haired girl standing in the door way shrieked. Mara-Joy smiled wickedly up at her friend, Loran.

  “Of course I’m here. More importantly, is he here?” she asked, coolly walking into the house.

  “Everyone is here,” Loran giggled, unable to control her excitement. She straightened her sleeveless yellow dress unconsciously. She was an attractive girl with deep auburn hair and gray, oval eyes.

  Mara-Joy looked spectacular. Her lush black hair hung in coils around her shoulders. She wore a slim fitting dress of royal blue that shaped her figure perfectly. The blue in her dress accentuated her eyes, making them jump out of her creamy colored face.

  Loran had spent all her money that day on a new perm, hoping to capture some of the waves Mara-Joy had naturally inherited. She’d been pleased with the red curls and before Mara-Joy’s arrival, she had been the center of the boys’ attention. Loran had hoped that tonight she would be the envy of all girls. But she knew at once when she saw Mara-Joy that the spotlight would be on her friend and off her.

  “Well--my, my, Lore, you look quite striking,” Mara-Joy said as she surveyed her friend. She removed her hat and shawl and deposited them in the girl’s waiting arms.

  “As always, you outdid yourself,” Loran sighed, taking Mara-Joy’s apparel and placing them in the closet with the other guests’ coats.

  “Please! I just threw this outfit on,” Mara-Joy said, looking herself over in the hallway mirror. Satisfied with herself, she turned to Loran.

  “Well, is he here?” she demanded, her hands resting on her tiny waist. “Is Chad here?”

  “Oh, yes. He’s here and he has been asking for you,” Loran giggled.

  “Wonderful. Wonderful,” Mara-Joy smiled with contentment. “Let us retreat to the party. My fans await me.” Mara-Joy was shining as she encircled Loran’s arm in hers.

  “You are a tease, Mara-Joy,” Loran laughed, squeezing Mara-Joy’s arm and heading for the cellar door. Al Jolsen’s music flooded up the stairs along with the smell of cigarette smoke.

  Mara-Joy flushed with excitement. Loran’s parents were sitting in the kitchen having their own little party. Mara-Joy waved as they went down the stairs and the adults returned her wave with a big smile.

  “Pleasant child, that Mara-Joy,” commented Loran’s mother. She took a drink from her glass of whiskey and lit a cigarette.

  “Yes, yes indeed,” replied Loran’s father as he observed Mara-Joy’s young body wiggle down the cellar stairs. He could feel himself stiffen under the table and placed his hand down to cover it. If his wife saw what their daughter’s friend did to him, there would be no end to the yelling. Mara-Joy wouldn’t be able to come and play with Loran anymore and he would no longer get to see that luscious body parade around his home. He thought to himself what it would be like to screw his daughter’s young friend. It would be nothing like those damn whores he picked up. He could imagine her perky breasts, ripe in his hands. Just the thought made him groan out loud.

  “Something wrong, dear?” Sarah, Loran’s mother, queried.

  “Nothing, dear,” Loran’s father, Harve murmured. He couldn’t stop the throbbing in his pants. “Let’s go upstairs, Sarah.”

  Surprised, Sarah looked at her husband; her cigarette seemed to be suspended in mid air as it hung from her gaping mouth. Not often did Harve want to make love to her. She didn’t even bother asking for it anymore. That was okay. She had her best friend, Sue, and Sue’s husband. The three of them had reckless times. Sarah didn’t need her husband to fulfill her hungers when Sue and Bill were all to glad to do so. But his request took her by surprise, so she nodded and followed her overweight husband up the stairs.

  Down in the cellar the air was thick with smoke and loud music. A tinge of air now and then reeked of alcohol. Mara-Joy spotted some friends and went to sit with them as Loran went and locked the door. Mara-Joy was pleased. She didn’t want Mr. Smith, Loran’s father, down there. She enjoyed the way he looked at her, but she was not interested in an obese man for a lover. She wanted Chad, and she was going to have him.

  She looked around the room brimming with people. Most of the faces were familiar: friends from school and people from around town. She couldn’t spot Chad anywhere.

  “Hey, Mara-Joy,” a deep voice declared behind her. She pivoted around with a bewitching smile spreading across her face.

  There he was--Chad.

  He was leaning against a wall, smoking a cigarette with one hand and holding a jug of whisky in his other.

  “Hello, Chad,” Mara-Joy said coyly. Her friends beside her started to giggle and whisper to each other. Chad pretended not to notice the twittering girls and stood perusing Mara-Joy, looking very charming.

  Chad was the best-looking boy she knew, except for her Uncle Oliver.

  Every girl was crazy about him, including Mara-Joy. He was seventeen with dark-brown hair that curled appealingly over his forehead. His blue-green eyes sparkled with life and laughter in conflict with his long straight, sharply angled face. He was the most debonair chap around.

  The music turned to a waltz and people got up to dance.

  “Would you like to dance?” Chad smiled, stubbing his cigarette out in a nearby ashtray. He reached his hand out invitingly.

  “I would be honored,” Mara-Joy replied in a husky voice. Chad placed the jug of whisky down on a table and took Mara-Joy’s delicate hand in his. He led her to the middle of the room and took her into his strong arms.

  They danced together until eight o’clock, paying attention only to each other. Chad then led Mara-Joy up the stairs and out into the yard. Loran’s parents were nowhere insight.

  “Wait, Chad,” Mara-Joy stalled outside the house. A wind blew cold against her. “My shawl and hat.”

  “Be back in a minute,” Chad gallantly disappeared into the house only to return shortly with her shawl and hat.

  “My lady,” he exclaimed, bending and relinquishing her garments. Mara-Joy placed the hat on her head.

  “Would you help me put my shawl on?” she asked in her sexiest voice. He placed the delicate material over her pretty shoulders. It draped like silk gauze, hugging her body perfectly. Taking his hand, Mara-Joy raised her heavy lidded eyes up into his.

  Chad’s heart skipped a beat. Her steel eyes pierced his soul.

  They walked to the bushes where benches scattered. They sat down on the farthest bench from the house, far from peeping eyes

  “So, Mara-Joy,” Chad said, nervously twiddling with her fingers encased in is hand. He couldn’t look at her, only her slender hands and well-shaped nails. She was made so perfectly. No girl he knew was made like her.

  “Yes Chad?” Mara-Joy said innocently to him, searching his face.

  “When do you have to be home?” he asked, wondering if Mara-Joy knew he was trying to decide how to kiss her. He felt awkward, which was unlike him. It was easy at the clubs, the girls expected you to maul them to death. But what was Mara-Joy expecting? He didn’t want to rush her and then ruin his chances of making her his girl.

  She leaned over and whispered into Chad’s ear, warm and hot, “Kiss me, Chad.” He swiveled toward her, leaned over and kissed Mara-Joy gently on the lips. She exhaled as Chad kissed her again.

  “Oh Chad, you are so wonderful,” she gasped as his lips began working down her neck. “Kiss me hard on the lips.” Chad obeyed but opened his mouth over hers. Willingly, she opened her mouth in response, taking his tongue hungrily. “Oh Chad, you make me tingle inside.” Mara-Joy mewled, squirming beneath his heaving body. This was no lie. She couldn’t seem to get close enough to him. “I think I love you Chad.”

  “I love you, Mara-Joy,” Chad whispered, huskily into her neck. He no longer felt afraid of what Mara-Joy wanted or didn’t want. His hands went behind her back and started to unbutton her blouse. He leaned down on the bench with Mara-Joy beneath him. He breathed into her ear, unable to control his body.

  She reached o
ut pulling him closer to her, kissing him passionately. Never had she wanted something so badly. The feelings flooding her body were new and exciting.

  There was no turning back. She didn’t want to. This was her destiny. She reached down between their crushing bodies. Chad’s eyes darted up, confused as she undid his pants, releasing his pent-up excitement.

  Minutes past and all that could be heard was heavy breathing and the creaking of the bench as the two young people meshed together into one. Chad pulled a panting Mara-Joy tightly to his bare chest as they reached climax at the same time falling exhausted and spent into each others arms.

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