Story 10-Imperative Story

You Should Know Better

It’s Christmas time, a time to be with friends and family but especially the people you love or at least think you love. You’d already blown off your best friend to have the best night of your life. You don’t care how many times Carter told you it was a bad idea, you go with it anyway. You don’t see, excuse me, don’t want to see that Carter is the perfect one for you; all you see is the blond bombshell that has taken over your every thought. You’ve been dating this guy for a while, and you know it’s time. You know everything has to be perfect. You envision candles and classical music filling the night air as rose petals litter your entire bed. You want this night to be flawless so when he asks you over on Saturday night, the first thing you do is go shopping for sexy lingerie. The store consists of so many different types you don’t even know where to begin. The sales lady suggests a push-up bra to enhance your already too small breasts and matching shorts with a lacy garter belt. You lie in bed all week dreaming of his soft hands exploring your body, making your crave more. His soft lips brush past yours, making their way down your neck. But every time he tries to make his way past your belly button ring, you wake up screaming ‘No!’ As you come out of that dream-like trance, your heart beats too quickly and sweat beads up along your hairline and armpits, but it was just a dream.
Then comes Saturday. You spend all day agonizing over what scent of body wash to use and how to do your hair and makeup. At 4:00, you lie to your mother about spending the night at Stacey’s house and begin the long process before escaping to Lucas’ house. In the mirror that still holds pictures of your childhood, you begin to curl your hair meticulously. When that’s complete, you take out your black eye liner and purple eye shadow to match your bra and generously apply them both. Next you look for a pair of silver hoops that are hiding in your Little Mermaid jewelry box and as you stare at Ariel, you realized that tonight you become a woman. You grab the perfume and apply dabs to your neck, wrists and behind your knees because Cosmo tells you too. You see the black coat hanging on the bedpost, grab it and put it over your very well matched outfit. You give your mom a kiss and proceed out the door and down the street to meet Lucas.
Your heart is still pounding load enough to the point where you think he can hear it long after he tells you how hot you look; you think ‘just wait till he sees me out of this outfit’ as he speeds down the street towards the river. He parks near a remote spot under a tree overlooking the star-studded water as you think how romantic this is. You head for the door handle, but he locks you in. You ask ‘what about dinner?’ and he responds with ‘I thought we could skip dinner’ as he leans over to kiss you. His lips are chapped and cracked and they taste nothing like you’d imagined. His breath reeks of cigarettes and he’s moving way too fast for you, but you don’t say anything. You take a deep breath and follow his lead, which is straight to the backseat. He rips off your shirt, then begins to tackle your bra without even commenting on it, all the while you’re trying to get caught up in the moment but just can’t seem to. He begins to kiss down your stomach and cross the belly ring, you don’t scream, you just breathe again and slide your hands under his shirt. A moment passes by and you ask if he’s got a condom, he tells you it’s just not his thing. You don’t protest, you just keep right on breathing until you feel a rush of blood and a little bit of pain. It’s over; he dismounts you, collects his clothes and moves back to the front seat. You do the same, grabbing your bra and ripped shirt, your garter belt with the matching shorts and try to assemble them on your body to the best of your ability. You climb back to the front seat next to him and listen for the engine to spark to life.
The streets wiz by as he drops you off on the corner next to your house. The sounds his car makes as he honks twice makes you crawl in your skin before he disappears into the foggy abyss of the night. As you walk towards your house, aside from explaining why you’re not at Stacey’s and why your shirt is ripped, you’re thinking tonight you should have been making love under the mistletoe to the sound of sleigh bells with Carter instead of fucking in the backseat of Lucas’ 65’ Mustang to the smell of cheap wine and cigarettes.