Last time with Helene Troy: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2011/12/14/only/
Their mouths danced with each others while the rest of their bodies became clumsy. Helene shoved the taller Ramona into the refrigerator. Ramona pushed the lighter Helene back into the bar without breaking their connection. Helene’s full lipped mouth left the lock up for a moment to yell out in pain, “ahhhh”.
“Oh Leney, are you alright? Don’t move!”
Ramona stared into Helene’s burning green eyes, re-embraced her and instructed ”3…2….1…” . Together they dropped to the kitchen floor, rolling precisely into a few feet of space. Again, they kissed passionately. As Helene rolled on top of Ramona, she kicked a cabinet and Ramona’s half empty Stella Artrois fell, splashing onto Helene’s back. She pulled away and grimaced at her wet t-shirt and the spilled beer.
“Shit, Ramona, I’m sorry.”
Ramona threw her arms around Helene’s lithe figure. She slipped her long fingers under Helene’s long brown hair, cupping the back of her head and aggressively pulling her down.
“It’s okay, just don’t stop, Leney.”
The door bell rang. They ignored it and continued kissing and touching, momentarily hitting body parts on features of the kitchen. The door bell rang again. Helene put he hands on each side of Ramona’s waist and pushed herself up, running her left index finger down Ramona’s chest, stopping at the top of her jeans.. She could barely speak between stuttering pants.
“…R…Ra….Mona, it’s the cab driver. Want…me to…”
Ramona sat up quickly, kissed Helene deeply, then released..
“Gu….Ga…Go….Go grab another shirt, Leney. I’ll open the door. There’s time for this later, I hope?”
Helene pushed herself up and stood over Ramona with a conquering pose. She bit her bottom lip, pulled off the beer stained Pretenders’ t-shirt, threw it to the floor and slowly strutted into the bedroom.
This is my answer to Write on Edge’s Red Writing Hood Friday prompt: This week, write a post – fiction or creative non-fiction – which begins with a countdown. “Three, two, one.” You pick what the countdown is for. Use your imagination and have fun with it! I used my imagination and put the countdown a few sentences in. I doubt anyone complains. We’re keeping the word limit to 300 to help you all not only edit yourselves, but also support your fellow community members by making it easier to read more link-ups.
It is also a new Helene Tory story episode. You can find the the rest of her, so far, here: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/the-ballad-of-helene-troy/
Today’s song – Drowning Pool – Bodies. Because I said so…listen to it as you read…it’ll work.