Monday, March 27, 2017
my first sex scene
I must be insane.
My original plan was to write several sex scenes of varying absurdity in the hopes of making you laugh, but, to be honest, that would have just been me masking my fear of writing an actual sex scene. Tonight, my lovely brother came to me with this writing advice: "don't bullshit me." Well okay then, I won't. So this is me writing my very first sex scene and then publishing it for all of my friends and family (and coworkers) to see. I'm sure that's what he meant, right?
So I've decided to bring us back to Andy (Andrea) and Sholeh from the short story "Sholeh". If you haven't read it, that's fine. All you need to know is that Sholeh and Andy have been friends since they were little girls. After returning home from an army enlistment, Andy finally admits her feelings to Sholeh and this is the scene where they act on the attraction they've been dancing around for months.
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She was so nervous. It was so stupid, she shouldn't be nervous; it's not like's she never had sex before. This is not the first pair of strong hands on her hips. There have been many other people to kiss her neck like that and lift her up onto the washing machine. No, actually the washing machine was new but someone had already taken the bathroom and the rest of the house was full of drunken people in Halloween costumes so the laundry room it was. And oh wow, maybe nobody had kissed her neck like that before, actually. She found her head lolling back to the ceiling while her legs encircled a warm body clad in army fatigues that was much softer than she was used to, which was actually really nice but was not helping her get any air into her lungs or clear the tightness from her throat.
"Sholeh, hey" Andy's graveled voice scrabbled through the ringing in her ears as a hand gently brought her head back up. "Hey, are you okay?"
Sholeh managed to squeak a tiny "yes" as she forced herself to look back at the person standing between her legs. She noticed that her butt was clenched on the cold surface of the washing machine and tried to relax it. It didn't work.
"Oh my god, you're shaking. Are you okay?" Andy crouched between Sholeh's knees to look up at her downcast eyes.
"I'm-" Sholeh started to say but couldn't quite makes the noises come out.
"Breathe. Just relax, I'm sorry I wasn't try to rush-"
"No!" Sholeh grabbed Andy's wrists to keep her hands in place. "No, I want too, I just. This is..."
"New?" Andy asked.
"I have no fucking clue what I'm doing" Sholeh said at the same time.
Andy laughed and took Sholeh's hands. "It's okay, we don't have to do this. We can just go back to the party-"
"I want to do this." Sholeh said. "I just, I feel like I need a road map or something. It's usually pretty straight forward- this part goes in that one and you're done, you know?"
Andy laughed harder at that. "Oh my god. Sholeh. It's not like that. You don't have to-" Andy's chuckles tapered off as her denim gaze held onto Sholeh's own. God, her little eyelashes were so sweet in the glow of the Coors sign slung up behind her. "Look, it's like this; I love you, okay?" She punctuated this sentence with a squeeze of her hands. "I also think you're insanely hot and I want to make you feel good, if that's what you want. That's it. Whatever that means is fine by me."
Sholeh felt a wry grin as several indecent thoughts flashed through her mind. "Anything?" she asked.
"Oh, good lord." Andy shook her head in a familiar, exasperated way. "Yeah, if it's you then yes; anything."
"Pony play-?"
"Not Pony play" Andy said over her.
They both dissolved into a fit of giggles over this. Andy recovered first and smoothed her hand over Sholeh's long black hair. "Okay?" she asked.
Sholeh spread her legs again and pulled Andy back between them- snugly, this time. "Okay" she said.
Andy looked down at their joined bodies and flushed.
"Oh my god are you blushing-?"
"Shut up. It's the-" Andy made a vague gesture at Sholeh's drugstore "sexy vampire" costume and thigh high stockings. "And the-" another gesture was made in the general region of her head. Sholeh assumed she was referring to her dark makeup and fake lashes. Sholeh grinned and pulled the skirt up a bit higher to expose the soft skin of her hips. "Is that what you're looking at?" she asked.
Andy huffed out a stuttered breath as her eyes were transfixed by the newly exposed skin. She didn't touch, but kept a hand on Sholeh's hair and waited for permission.
"Should I take this off-?"
"No!" Andy said quickly.
Sholeh smiled at that and placed her hands on Andy's shoulders. "Well then, I guess you'll have to work around them," she said.
Andy moaned and dropped to her knees like she was made of bricks. Sholeh lost sight of Andy, except for her cropped, blonde head, as she laid back against the knobs and buttons on top of the machine. They were poking into her back but she really didn't care as Andy's kisses and caresses and humming? Was she humming? Oh my god she was- the buttons did not matter one fucking bit. Okay and apparently Andy was not shy about taking care of her- all of her. Sholeh thought she might have been saying something at this point or moaning or maybe crying and was suddenly glad that the music in the next room was loud enough to cover up was working up to be a really intense- oh my god. Oh my fucking-
She lost sight of words as they were replaced with a bright flash of light and pleasure surging through every vein in her body. Her head clumsily knocked into the shelf above her as she became increasingly aware of a loud buzzing sound directly in her ear. She gasped to catch her breath as she flailed her hand around to try and stop the sound that was pounding into her skull. A panting and grinning shiny-faced Andy appeared a second later to smack one of the buttons nearest her shoulder and mercifully end the noise.
Sholeh felt drunk as she gave Andy a sloppy and breathless grin. "That was, wow. You just went all up in there and, wow. You were amazing" She stopped talking to reserve her energy for catching her breath.
Andy smiled and kissed her hair, "That was you," she said, "you were amazing."
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The end?
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One of the most modest sex scenes I've read, but not horribly so and I appreciate that. Sometimes we don't need graphic descriptions and depending on where you go with this story, the modesty could work well. For example, I'm always surprised by how unnecessarily vivid Murakami's sex scenes are. It's all sci-fi/dreamy realism and suddenly the characters are banging. I might be missing the point of describing how hard certain members are, but it usually just distracts from the story and makes me too aware of reality. However, I guess it's all about your style, how you want readers to feel, what level of detail you think is needed for that, whatever. Anyway, this scene took me into their world briefly and I'm looking forward to more.
ReplyDeleteI was worried about walking that line between having a satisfying sex scene and becoming pornographic. Most responses I've gotten are that it isn't *sexy* enough. I guess I'll have to fine tune that a bit more.
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DeleteYeah :)
DeleteI'm usually shy around sex scenes and tend to skip them altogether. No pun intended but this was tasteful and allowed the reader to get a feel for the passion passing between the characters without making the reader feel like too much of a prevy voyeur. I agree with Alex that too much description distracts from the story. Their feelings and motives are sometimes more important than what is actually happening to them.
ReplyDeleteThank you :)I was kind of worried about my average reader feeling uncomfortable if I made it too graphic. Especially because I figure plenty of people read this while they are at work.
DeleteThis is not a genre I read ever, but I read it for you. And I believe that what Alex said is similar to what I think. Graphic isn't better. Graphic steals the imagination no matter what genre you write.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading it even if it isn't your normal thing <3
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