Mortgage belt
The girl's breathing is ragged and hoarse against his ear. Jimmy isn’t sure what he’s doing, but her eyes are glazed and she grips him tight. He can’t believe this is the same girl from yesterday. Yesterday the only thing that had gripped him had been her wet pubic hair clumping like creek moss around his fingers. He had looked confused and hurt into laughing eyes. He had tried to kiss chapped lips over badly brushed teeth. Touched mousey brown hair fine and coarse. She had teased his inexperience. Looked at him like a thing. A thing that he was panicking about in a very cold pool. He didn’t even know if she liked him. Or if he liked her. Maybe it was just summer. Maybe it was just the fact that he had a pool. Today though, they are out of the pool. And she is
