Starburst by Jettie Woodruff Page A

rolled off of her and
onto his back with a deep sigh.
    Alley
closed her eyes and sighed her own deep breath.
    “What
the fuck Trevas?” she asked angrily.
    “Alley,”
he said softly and she was off the bed pulling her shirt back on.
    “Fuck
you Trevas. What the fuck do you want?”
    “Come
here,” he tried, propped up on one elbow, but she didn’t want any part of it.
    “Fuck
you,” she replied again, and pulled the curtain to the bathroom and opened the tiny
cabinet and took out a sheet.
    “What
are you doing?” he wanted to know.
    “Making
a bed on the couch, so that you don’t have to worry about touching me,” she
answered irate.
    “Alley,
come here,” he petitioned again and of course she didn’t listen, she spread the
sheet out on the couch, stuffing it in the cushions and then grabbed the
colorful afghan folded at the end of the bed while she glared at him. She lay
on the couch, unable to see him now because the back of the couch created a
barrier.
    “I’m
begging you to come back to bed with me Alley,” he pleaded.
    “Do
you like hearing me say, fuck you, or something? Why would you want me in bed
with you?”
    “Because
I want you in my arms.”
    “Yeah,
well I want you in side of me, I guess we don’t always get what we want, do
we?”
    “Will
you stop being so obstinate and come here.”
    Alley
sat up to look at him. “Do you have a problem Trevas?” she asked with narrowed
eyes.
    “What
do you mean a problem?”
    “I
mean does your dick, not work or something?”
    Trevas
had to snicker a little. “It works just fine. That’s not the problem.”
    “Then
what is? I don’t get you.”
    “I
don’t know Alley. This is just really hard for me.”
    “How
old were you the first time you had sex?”
    “That
has nothing to do with anything.”
    “How
old Trevas?”
    “My
seventeenth birthday,” he answered her question reluctantly.
    “Hmm,”
she made the noise and lay back down.
    Trevas
tried to talk to her, but she wouldn’t answer and was done talking. He got up
and stood over the back of the couch, and she looked up to him. He took her
hand and made her come back to bed with him. They didn’t talk anymore, and she
snuggled up to his front with her back and fell asleep in his arms.
     
    Trevas
woke early and opened the front door letting the morning sunshine originate
through the door. He propped the wooden door open with the black cast iron bull
statue, leaned up against the wall and quietly opened and closed the screen
door. It was a beautiful June morning, and he breathed deeply, the fresh
country air.
    He
quietly stepped back in to make coffee and was going to take it down to the
dock. He looked over at sleeping Alley while he waited for it to run through.
She had thrown the covers off and was lying on her stomach. She had her left
leg pulled up, and her bottom with the skimpy white panties was all that his
eyes would focus on. He shook his head and looked at her sleeping face, her
long dark hair was lying to the back, and one arm was hidden under her body,
and the other rested under her cheek. His heart ached from the impression that she
had made on him in such a short time and he wondered why.
    He
was just getting ready to pour a cup of coffee when he heard someone on the
wooden porch. He quickly moved around to see his mother with a bag of
groceries.
    She
came in also being quiet when she saw Alley sleeping. “I thought you guys could
use some food,” she whispered, looking to Alley.
    Trevas
walked over and covered her, and she stirred a little and rolled to her side.
    “We
went shopping last night,” he explained, but took the bag. He poured them both
a cup of coffee, and they walked to the porch and sat on the wooden swing to
the right of the door.
    Alley
turned her head a little to listen, too nervous to get up and meet his mom.
    “Trevas,
what the hell are you doing?” His mom asked.
    “I
have no idea mom. I’m so screwed up right now.”
    “How
old is