Her apartment was old and small, up on the third floor, all the windows
open and the breeze blowing through the broken screens. She went off to
the kitchen for the beer she had promised me as I settled down into the
couch, feeling the decades of life that the apartment had seen, the stains
on the wall from previous occupants and the scars in the hardwood floor
from long ago. Ellen turned on the TV and sat down next to me, a six-pack
in hand, kicking off her shoes and leaning to my shoulder. Some old serial
was playing on the tube, black and white images reflecting off the few
things she had in the room, as her hair moved with the summer wind.
I put an arm around her as she pushed up even closer to me, holding her
tightly and feeling her body move with every breath. She was watching the
television half-heartedly, her legs curled up under her like a small child.
After a few minutes of silence she looked up at me and for the first time I
noticed her intense blue eyes. She glanced down to her cigarette and after
taking a long drag put it out and looked up at me, her pouty lips betraying
her inner emotions. I reached down for her leg and felt her quiver with my
touch, move even closer to me as we kissed, at first tentatively and
quickly with force. I pushed her back and she grabbed me, running her
hands up and down my back as we rubbed our bodies together.