HAPPY NATIONAL FLASH FICTION DAY
June 22, 2013 § 1 Comment
My mouth fills with the dry sting of hand cream. He must have lathered some on before I came over to suck his fingers. He has never done that before, it tastes awful.
His thick, firm finger wipes across my tongue and I let my mind wander. My lectures have been much more interesting this semester so I’m finding it less of a chore to map out essays in my head during these evenings.
The other day I found out that most of the people in my class think I have a rich father who spoils me, that’s why I always have money and nice things. This made me laugh a lot. I couldn’t tell anyone the truth though. That wouldn’t be a good idea, for either of us.
My lips glide over his rings; he never takes them off and it doesn’t bother me. He is humming a quiet tune to himself and I let the rhythm take over my licking.
No-one would believe it’s just his fingers that I suck. People always presume the worst.
“Did you put handcream on?” I cough.
“Yes, sorry. I was gardening. I forgot.”
He puts his moist hand through thick grey hair, deepening the lines around his eyes with a soft smile. He gives me €20 extra.
I head straight to Marks and Spencers to buy my dinner, and chewing gum.