He was so nervous. He really liked her. He just didn’t want to mess up.
This flash fiction story takes place several years ago. He and she sat on the narrow bed in his dimly lit dormitory room. He had smuggled in two six-packs of beer and now he sat beside her as they listened to his stereo. Elton John sang “Tiny Dancer.” It was night and the lights of the city of Pittsburgh seemed like a post card through the open window. It was a summer night.
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“I really like this song,” she said.
She sat looking down at her hands which held a can of beer.
He nodded, took a deep breath and forced himself to do what he had wanted to do since he first saw her in his political science class last semester. Holding his can of beer in his left hand, he reached and slid his right hand inside her blouse and inside her bra.
She looked up at him. He waited. Elton kept singing.
She said, “Your hand’s cold.”
He began to pull his hand out.
“No,” she said. “That’s okay.”
He kept his hand inside her bra.
She put a hand on her blouse to keep his hand where it was at. She said, “I’ll warm it up.”
Taboo Love is a flash fiction story.
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