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At Last

As he presses her back against the floor

The rhythmic creak of the wooden floor boards amidst the heated air reverberates throughout the mostly empty barn

 

The pressure of him atop her creates pink marks the length of her back

Marks she won\'t notice until later

 

Dust motes catch in the sunbeams slanting through the wooden slats of the barn walls, as if dancing in celebration

 

Things that before had just been below her level of consciousness suddenly make themselves known:

The dry stick smell of old hay tickling the fine strands of her nose hairs

The juicy green aroma of freshly mown grass

The chorus of a million grasshopper legs rubbing together in unison

The warm syrupy feel of perspiration dampening the hair at the hollows of her temple, as it slowly slides towards her ears

 

In this singular moment comes another

One she has fantasized about since she\'d begun to notice the smooth curve of her calf, a thickening of the dark hair between her legs

 

The soft rasp of work-roughened skin against her nakedness blends with sounds of nature

 

He inserts his tongue between her lips, gently pressing against them until he is breathing her in

 

She\'d never understood such a simple thing could expand inside her and change the core of her being

 

As she feels his hardness sliding against her delicate, sensitive flesh, his mouth fluttering against the bony ridge of her collarbone, her breathing speeds up until she is gasping for air

 

Moist air exhaled from his nostrils twist the hair at the base of her skull into a shape it has never been before

 

\"Ready?\" he whispers.

 

And then it is done:

    gone like a whisper shouted in a cavernous room

 

Childhood completed

 

Another created