Donna

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Erotic Flash  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group


 

Donna

Donna Divine was my neighbor and my physical superior. The day we met, she knocked me down and jacked my arm behind my back.

"Take it back," she shouted.

"I didn't do anything!"

Her younger brother Robert said, "She doesn't like anybody calling her pretty."

With that, she jacked my arm higher.

"Ok-ok, I take it back!"

I sat up, rubbing my arm, then ran for the safety of our garage, yelling, "You're pretty, and you smell like soap." We were both eleven years old.

Our houses sat together on down-sloping ledges with footpaths that led to the beach. We had concrete patios in the gap between our back doors and the sharply rising hillside. When the sun followed its route over our roof tiles, its rays touched the peaks, then hurried past the gaps so as not to disturb the continuing shadows of the place.

We'd lean out our second-story windows on Sunday's approaching sunsets and chat across the small divide.

She excelled at skimming stones, ice skating, and dodgeball, loosening her strap and showing me her tits.


Submitted: August 14, 2022

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