Smells Like Teen Spunk

The party is just starting but my pint of Jack is close to gone. I am going to have a night I won’t remember.

They walk in and I know one of them is underage. The two boys look equally young but in Los Angeles age is a factor that is hard to determine. But I know. Like I can smell the youth on them.

“Let me see your IDs.”

The cuter one glances at the other and waits before following his lead, reaching reluctantly into his back pocket, slipping his license out from behind the plastic pocket. His friend is twenty-two and lays into me immediate with the charm and confidence that comes with age and a physic that hasn’t yet suffered effects of time. I could easily talk to him for the rest of the night but he isn’t the one that has caught my attention.

The other is eighteen and his hesitancy to give me his license is apparent. He looks like a hybrid of the singers Daniel Johns and Sebastian Bach with long, soft dirty blond hair flanking his soft face, beautiful blue eyes, and supple, full lips. He looks like a ’90s rock star. I’d opened up Teen Beat to find my new crush. Wonder how he’d look hanging from my wall.

I’ve always had a thing for young guys. They are uncomplicated, zealous for sex, and are appreciative. But this one took the cake at eighteen. I want to dominate him. I want to pounce on top of him and fuck his brains out. One night with Teenager and I feel like I am back in high school, the same uncontrollable surge of hormones swell within me. Jesus, I’m wet. 

We talk and drink and the night progresses without us going anywhere. He has my undivided attention as we talk about nothing, going through the motions of getting to know each other, a rouse to facilitate flirting, familiar touching, and eventually my lips devouring his.

The whiskey is short cutting the night, replacing valuable parts of the conversation with skipped scenes like how my favorite CD jumps from midway through a song to the next. I have him backed into the corner of the kitchen counter, pressing into him as we make out like his generation does at parties, unashamed for the world to see and touch themselves to.

His lips taste better than they looked. Soft, so soft. The ten-year age difference fuels my fire as I do basic math and timeline review in my head. When I was learning to drive, he would have been entering first grade. When I moved to Los Angeles, he started high school. High school! He just graduated high school.

I pull him into me. I can’t restrain myself. If this boy were on a plate, I’d blow him and eat him alive. I felt like pedophile and I like it. I suddenly have a new empathy for Mary Kay Letourneau. She just wanted soft lips and eager hands. I think I have a type.

My shirt is sheer and his touch seems to penetrate through the fine fabric. I can’t control myself. I want to fuck him more than I’ve wanted to fuck someone in years. Yes, fuck. Not screw. Not have sex with. And certainly not make love to. Fuck. I want to do bad things with or to him. I want to teach him new tricks. I want to suck the life force out of him. I wanted to break him. When he walked in, my waning morals left.

The last time I was with an 18-year-old, I was 15. I feel like there is due justice but tonight isn’t the night since neither of us have a place close by and I’m too old to fuck in a bathroom. Or am I? Maybe not too old but Jack Daniels has had his way with me and I am surprised I’m still standing. I want to remember fucking this kid.

I give him my number and send him out the door with his friend who still eyeballs me like I’m a possibility. The night has grown late and the kids need to go to bed. The remaining party attendants have diminished to the original core group of roommates and close friends.

“Damn, I thought you were going to fuck him right in my kitchen. How old is he?” The directiveness of my friends has always been appreciated.

“Eighteen. I ID’d him,” I pause, reflecting back to that first moment. “I’m hoping for a repeat offense.”

“You brazen succubus! You’re going to fuck that kid up for life, aren’t you?”

“I’m just going to welcome him into adulthood.”

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