''Curly, I don't really want too,'' I said to my boyfriend of seven moths, Curly Shepard. He was kissing my neck, an obvious sign he wanted to have sex. I wasn't in the mood tonight. I tried to get him off me but he was kissing my sweet spot and I was letting out little moans.
''Please stop,'' I said again. He removed his lips from my neck.
''Come on baby.'' I sighed. I knew he wasn't going to give up on this.
''Fine.'' He smiled and took me up to the bedroom. Don't get me wrong I love Curly, but he's always drunk, in jail, or starting up shit with someone and it gets really old. He could do something successful if he really wanted than again we're greasers. We have no future.
We got undressed and went under the covers. I couldn't tell if I enjoyed it or wanted it to end. With Curly I never know how he'll be in bed. I was moaning so I must have enjoyed it.
''Faster,'' I said. He increased his speed. I was clawing on his back. After a while we climaxed. Curly got off me and laid down beside me. He lit up a cigarette. I had on too.
''You spendin' the night?''
''Hell yeah babe.'' Curly usually spent the night at my house after we slept together. I moved out. My parents don't give a hoot about me. Whatever man. I got my own problems.
After a little while we fell asleep. I got a long day at work tomorrow. It's pretty rare for a greaser to have a job, but that's not important to me right now. Nothing seems to be.