Richard Laymon - Come Out Tonight

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COME OUT TONIGHT

Good thinking. As he ripped it open, Sherry gently glided her hands up and down his wet thighs. Only a few minutes earlier, she had toweled him dry after their shower. But now he was sweatyand so was she. Her hands made soft wet sounds as they slid against his skin. We must be nuts, she thought, doing this on the hottest night of the year.

And at his place. But she supposed the heat was probably what had brought them to this. On all those other nights, shed managed to control herself and call a halt before it went this far. Tonight, she had no intention of stopping. She wanted him. Wanted him all over her, hot and wet and slippery, wanted him inside her.

Maybe the heat had something to do with that. Maybe a lot. The unusually hot night. And Duanes apartment building without air conditioning. His windows were wide open. The hot Santa Ana winds blew in, caressing her, filling the room with the acrid aromas of brush fires somewhere in the distance.

It was the sort of night that made you feel restless and vulnerable and maybe a little frightened the sort of night that stirred desires. Here we go. He slipped the rubber disk out of its wrapper, then waved it at Sherry with a crooked smile. His face was red and sweaty. Now if I can just figure out what to do with the damn thing Allow me, Sherry said. Okay. Okay.

He handed it to her. I never used the things with you know, with Bev. She was on the pill and His voice stopped as Sherry took hold of him with one hand. Im not so good at this sort of thing myself, she said. All I know is, you dont unroll them first. Youre probably right.

Still holding Duanes penis with her left hand, she used her right to push the disk against its head. Fingers encircling the rubbery ring, she started to roll it down. The latex felt sticky. It crackled. Is it supposed to be like this? Duane asked. I dont think so.

It feels awfully tight. Youre too big for it. He laughed softly. With little more than an inch of him covered, it suddenly stopped unrolling. Looks like weve got a problem, Sherry said. Oh, great.

How old is this thing? Twenty-eight. Sherry laughed. Not this thing, she said. This thing. This rubber. Oh.

I dont know. A few years, I guess. A few years? I never had much use for them, so Sherry used force. Instead of coming unstuck, it split. The rubbery ring slid all the way down, leaving him capped with a flimsy, pale toque. She laughed, shook her head and said, Shit.

Duane laughed, too. Then he sighed. Maybe its a sign. A sign, all right. Still laughing, she plucked off the latex cap. The laughing stopped as she rolled the ring up his thick erection.

I guess its not that funny, she whispered. Leaning forward, he took hold of her shoulders. He stared down into her eyes. I want you so badly, he said. I want you, too. Trying to smile, she said, The sooner, the better.

She tossed the remains of the condom aside. Maybe well have better luck with the next one. He grimaced. I dont have any more. Youre kidding. Afraid not.

That was it? Im sorry. Ah, thats all right, she said. She resumed caressing his thighs. Do you have any? he asked. I wish. Can we you know, do it anyway? Sherry shook her head.

I dont think that would be such a good idea. Im perfectly healthy. I wont give you anything. I mean, I havent Nobody since Bev. That was two years ago, and Ive had regular checkups, so I wont give you AIDS or anything. I know, she said.

But she didnt know. Not for sure. Im not going to risk my life, she thought. She said, You wouldnt want me to get pregnant, would you? Thats not very likely, is it? Likely enough, tonight. He shook his head slowly from side to side. Theres always tomorrow night, Sherry said.

But I dont want to wait. The anticipation will make it all the better. Ive already been anticipating it for weeks. I know, I know. Me, too. If wed just done a little advance planning along with all that anticipation Just go to the store tomorrow, Sherry said, and pick up a good supply of the things.

Then come over to my place tomorrow night. Ill make us a nice dinner and well try again. How does that sound? From the look on his face, she knew that it didnt sound great. Just one more night, she said. It wont kill us to wait. I know, I know, but Whoa! What? He suddenly laughed.

Im so stupid. What? Ill go to the store now! The Speed-D-Mart must carry condoms, dont you think so? It probably does. And its open all night. You dont want to go over there at this hour, Sherry said. He glanced at his clock radio. Only five after ten.

Eights too late to be going to that place. Ill just run in, run out. Be back in ten minutes. He ducked down and kissed her on the mouth. Then he crawled backward, pausing along the way to kiss her naked body half a dozen times before climbing off the bed. You just wait right here, he told her.

He hurried into the living room. Dont forget your clothes, Sherry called after him. Thanks for the reminder. She crawled out of bed. Standing in the doorway, she watched Duane hop as he pulled a sock onto one foot. Dont fall and hurt yourself, she said.

Time is of the essence. Im not going anywhere, she told him. Unless you want me to go with you. He snatched his shirt off the floor. Darting an arm into one sleeve, he said, You arent dressed. I could get dressed.

Wouldnt want you to do that. Into a sleeve shot his other arm. The shirt flapping behind him, he ran to the end of the couch and plucked his underwear off the cushion. I could just throw something on real fast, Sherry said. He ducked and stepped into the briefs. No, no, dont.

Whatever you do, dont throw something on. Stay just like you are. Leaning sideways against the door frame, Sherry put her weight on one leg and let her hip shift out. She smiled and shook her head as Duane sprang into his shorts. So cute, she thought. Just like an overgrown kid.