Novel & Cerita The Forbidden Shorts

“But I don’t miss who I was when it controlled me.” He nods, like that’s exactly the answer he expected. Outside, the city wakes slowly. Someone laughs. A door slams. Life, unfiltered. I take a sip of coffee and let the warmth settle. For a long time, I thought forbidden meant wrong. Now I know better. Forbidden meant unexplored. Unacknowledged. Powerful enough to change me. And it did. Not by breaking me. By teaching me that desire doesn’t need permission to exist, only honesty.

The parking lot was hotter than hell. Sun beating down. Asphalt melting under bare feet. Pop music thumping from the wireless speaker someone jammed into a red bucket full of foam. Girls danced with sponges in their hands, their shorts soaked, tank tops clinging like second skin. It was supposed to be cute. A sorority fundraiser. Good, clean fun. But my tank top was too tight. My shorts were riding up. And the second he pulled into the lot, everything stopped feeling innocent.

I was hopeful this wouldn’t be too bold. “Holy shit!” I gasped to myself when I saw Franny coming back down the stairs. Franny had removed her tight designer jeans and was now wearing a pair of indecently short gym shorts. Her red satin halter top has been replaced by a cut of sweat shirt that is sleeveless and is cut off so short that it barely covers her pointy cone shaped tits.

I stood there awkwardly near the doorway, completely unsure how to draw his attention toward me properly. I remember I was told to initiate to show willingness and if he doesn’t like me, I could get a strike. 3 strike and I am out and would be needing to refund the eighty grand, I can’t do that when spending it was worth it. So, a crazy Idea pop in, I pick a grape in my mouth and gently remove his newspaper, his eyes found mine as I sat on his lap, I place it at the tip, watching him slowly want to take it.

Just a little. She saw someone above her. Not clearly. Just a shape. Or maybe a shadow. A figure bending over her. She tried to focus, but she couldn't because everything was blurry. But she saw his eyes very clearly. They were blue and glowy. That was the only thing she could see. Blue eyes looking down at her. Nothing else about his face was clear. Just the eyes. Then all of a sudden, it felt like flashes. Like broken pieces of light. Her vision shifted, and she saw an old woman standing to the side. Not close. Not far. Just watching. Silent and still.