Message-ID: <14659eli$9808222258@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/14659.txt> From: "Loch Raveena" <lraveena@hotmail.com> Subject: New: "Suburbia" Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19980821184331.27010.qmail@hotmail.com> "SUBURBIA" by Loch Raveena Jason was a fine kid, really. He really tried to be nice, tried to work hard, but he just never could seem to make that connection that seems to come so natural to everyone else. His mind would always wonder while he worked, and when the boss scowled at him or a teacher derided him, he just didn't handle it very well. He would usually apologize, then find himself in trouble once again not too far in the future. He got tired of apologizing early on, and so he cursed them. Bosses fired him, teachers suspended him. The anger in their eyes excited Jason, and could taste the blood in his lips as he imagined the pointy-nosed teachers becoming so frustrated with him that they smacked across his face in an orgasm of uncontrollable rage - like his stepfather did. It happened only once, and he ended up blinking in confusion as another student held him back. At his feat lie a teacher with a pointy nose screaming hysterically through her hand which covered her mouth. Jason smiled, thinking that he must have punched her in an uncontrollable action-reaction, like he had always imagined doing to his stepfather. He felt bad though, too, because she was a woman and he doesn't believe in violence, let alone violence directed at women. He vowed not to use violence again. That incident was the last straw, of course. His stepfather had had enough, and so Jason, because he was 18, was out on the street. He didn't know where to go, so he went to Ladonna's house, a girl that he liked very much. He never said much to her in school. Rather, he liked to just absorb her in whole - her curvy body, her curly blonde hair, her incredible smell. When he showed up at her front door, his mouth bruised from his stepfather's wrath, Ladonna was intrigued. This strange quiet boy that all the popular girls completely ignored or made fun of - but secretly admiring him - standing in her front porch with a swollen lip, baggy jeans, and a torn t-shirt. His dark brewing eyes always drank her in and she loved it. He told her that he was stopping by to say goodbye, that he was leaving. Where are you going? I - I dunno. You wanna go with me? But where are you going? I dunno. Anywhere, I guess. Somewhere, nowhere - who knows? Maybe I'll be dead tomorrow - so goodbye, if you're not coming. She stood there. This was a strange conversation, but she was getting excited. This spontaneity intrigued her. Sure, she said. Let me get my purse. She came to the door again, and now Jason took her whole body in with one long brooding stare. She war jeans and a red and white striped shirt that ended at her beautiful midriff, her navel exposed. It was beautiful and oval, not deep at all, almost protruding but not quite. She smelled like flowers, all different kinds. He imagined what the Garden of Eden looked and smelled like when she stood next to him. You know we're never coming back, he said, at least I'm not. That's okay, she said. If I'm going to run away, guess I'll run away with you. You're kinda cute, she said. He blushed, and his heart raced. He smiled. They walked down the suburban street that was full of the sounds of modern America: dogs barking, sprinklers, radios, the rush of traffic. What did you want to do first, he asked? Let's make love, she said, chewing gum loudly and removing lint from her belly button. Jason looked away and glanced at the busy road that they walked beside. McDonald's, Burger Kings, Jiffey Lubes, car horns blaring, gas stations, turn signals, radios, traffic lights, billboards, car dealers - but no sidewalks. They were walking along the side of the road, in the tall weedy grass, the wind of passing cars and trucks ruffling his baggy clothes, blowing her hair, coke and beer bottles lying in the grass glistening in the sun. Okay, he said. They made their way to some trees behind a strip shopping center that had a Baskin & Robbins ice scream store, a video store, a pawn shop, and a laundromat. It was kind of gritty looking, but from their standpoint - walking under the hot sun with all the cars blowing past them, avoiding each other with utter abandon - everything looked gritty. Perhaps it was because everything was up close. In a car, you really didn't notice. They laid down in dead leaves that had fallen from the trees around them. They laid there staring up at the trees. The trees were tall and thin with branches blending into each other - it looked like the trees were huddled together, their arms wrapped around each other, with traffic and human activity on all sides of them. Even here, the sound of onrushing traffic did not escape their ears. They laid there without saying anything for the longest time. It was beautiful, the silence between them and the music of activity. Ladonna propped herself up on her arm as she rolled over to her side, looking into Jason's eyes. Will you make love to me? He stared at her, and he imagined that if he looked away right now, that he could still see the exact location of each freckle that adorned Ladonna's beautiful, smooth, angelic face. Jason propped himself up, lifting his face toward Ladonna's perfect mouth. They kissed, and the noise of the traffic could no longer be heard. It was being drowned out by the beating of their hearts, and the chirping of birds, and the rustle of the forest as it swayed gently in the breeze, until they were transplanted into that Garden of Eden that Ladonna's smell had somehow brought to bear. They made love under the protection of the trees. Lightning seemed to flash around them, rain falling hard on their naked bodies as they joined in love, their eyes staring deep into each other's without a single word or moan. When they were finished, the sky was clearing, the ground around them steaming, water beads dripping from trees above. Somehow, they had made it storm, both thought as they laid on their backs, silently staring up at the trees, the sun bursting forth with its rays flashing in their eyes between the branches as the forest gently swayed. It was almost dark when Ladonna spoke. Let's rob a store, she said, still staring up at the trees. Jason mouthed the words Ladonna had just spoken, feeling how the words felt as he rolled silently through each one. Yes, he thought, it was the natural thing to do. Ladonna was perfect, she knew instinctively where they were going next. He loved her. She loved him. Yes, okay. Just as the two word thought entered his mind - 'but how?' - Ladonna produced a handgun from her little black purse. It was metallic, black, and surprisingly large in her little, beautiful, artistic hands. Jason reached out to touch it, and his heart picked up a little as he cradled it in his hands. A metallic taste filled his mouth as he stared mesmerized by the gun. Ladonna smiled, her eyes filling up with excitement. Let's do it, she said. Yes, he thought, let's do it. They entered the pawn shop, a cheap little bell on the door announcing their entry. The pawn shop was the natural choice. It was gritty looking, and besides, pawn shops are supposed to be robbed. Jason didn't know why, just that it was so. A fat, bearded, good 'ole boy stood behind the glass counter that displayed guns and watches and walkman radios. The fat man wore a cap with a picture of a fish on it, and the word's "Joe's Outdoor Sports" written in a generic cursive, fake, and flashy advertisement. Um, gimme me yer money, fatso. The bearded man looked at the skinny kid in baggy jeans and a torn t-shirt. Huh? The kid produced a gun, pointed at the bearded man's beer belly. I said gimme yer money, fatso, or I'll pop ya. A smiling teenage girl stood next to the boy, chewing gum with a big grin and look of excitement in her eyes. The boy's face was impassive, no emotion, just a stare and a gun. Okay, kid, relax, you don't want to do this. The boy fired his toy weapon, jerking it forward like a gunslinger in a Western, aiming it at the glass counter. He missed entirely, the bullet striking a shelf enclosed in glass on the wall behind the bearded fella. The fact that he missed his target never even registered with Jason - he was just firing to make a point. He liked how it sounded, the pop putting pressure on his ears and the smoke filling his nose. But the bearded man noticed, somewhere in the back of his mind. Okay, kid, I'll do what you want but please don't hurt me. Shaddup, fatso, just gimme yer money, and I'll take that boom box behind you while yer at it. Ladonna giggled. This was exciting. Its under here, I just got to reach for it son. All the money's in a shoebox down here, he said as he pointed to a spot behind the counter. Make it fast fatso, time's a-wasting. Move yer ass. Ladonna loved it. The fat guy reached down, then in slow motion, stood up and began to swing a large rifle with a strap on it towards Jason. Jason's eyes grew large - he had never seen a rifle up close before, was it loaded? The rifle was being brought up to Jason's body when Jason realized he was supposed to shoot and of course the guy was going to produce a rifle - it was supposed to be this way. Jason squeezed the trigger, again loving the popping sound and the pressure it put on his ears. The boom box behind fatso exploded. Another pop, and another glass enclosed shelf exploded, raining glass onto the floor. The rifle was in place and thunder roared into Jason and Ladonna's ears, the kind of thunder that cracks as lighting strikes a tree or object just across the street or a block away. BAM! Jason's ears rattled - wow!, he thought, hot burning suddenly engulfing his body on the inside from the middle of his frame between his ribs, he felt himself shuddering involuntarily as his feet lifted out from beneath him and he flew backwards. Another BAM! as he landed on his back. He heard an "umph" and saw Ladonna go wheeling backwards out of the corner of his eye. He scrambled to his feet and ran to Ladonna who lay sprawling on the floor near the door, smiling in wild excitement. Jason was smiling too, wrapping his arms around and lifting her off the floor as fatso disappeared into a room behind behind him. Jason could here drawers opening and slamming and he realized he was getting ammo for his rifle. Where was my gun? he thought, then thought better of it, lifting Jennifer into his arms and carrying her out of the store and into the parking lot. He walked towards the trees that had welcomed them earlier with Ladonna limp in his arms. She had been shot in the upper chest, he noted, as he looked down to her as he walked, white hot pain in his belly button and his throat, spreading to his thighs. His lower back now exploded in pain as it spread and he stumbled, but he remained upright and staggered to the trees. Ladonna's body was limp in his arms, her back arched in his grip, her head dangling upside down, eyes wide open and staring off into nothing. Her legs dangled and her head lolled as he waked until he finally found their little Garden of Eden where they had made love. He laid her gently in the dead leaves, straightening her head until her eyes looked directly into his. Her eyes focused then, and she smiled. I love you, they said, then clouded over, her lips beautifully parted. He looked into her blue eyes passionately and saw that she had gone over to that place that she had introduced him to with her smell and her beauty. A thin line of blood ran trickled a corner of her mouth and down her pale smooth cheek. He touched it with his finger, then tasted his finger. It was salty and lovely. His body shook as pain wracked him. He doubled over and vomited blood onto a pile of dead leaves. His body quivered, and he began to shiver uncontrollably. He painfully removed his shirt and covered Ladonna's chest with it. He kissed her dead lips, his dark eyes staring into hers, his tongue tasting the salty blood, hers and his. He tried to stand up, but wavered as dizziness clouded his head, his sight growing dim. He laid down on his back, beside her, and looked up at the trees. His body shook and twitched. Ahhggg, he gurgled, blood erupting from his open mouth. The wave of pain passed through him. This was the way it was supposed to be, he thought, his senses coming back in a temporary reprieve. Ladonna was brilliant, and he couldn't wait to catch up with her in the garden. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at his skinny little body, a large whole right in his middle section perfectly between his sets of ribs that always showed when he went shirtless. His slenderness always embarrassed him, but now he liked how he looked, his skinny body lying in the forest, a blue hole in his middle, his tiny navel round and very shallow and dominating his tiny frame. He looked over at Ladonna's body, and his sex twitched. She lay peacefully, her eyes wide open and staring, her stomach pale and soft, her belly button oval with a smooth tied knot not quite protruding from her navel. He stroked her cheek. Pain wracked through him again and he fell back down on to his back, his head reeling. He liked dying. His body convulsed and he vomited more blood before he felt his skinny body stiffen then go still. He stared up at the trees, tasting the salty blood that rose up from his belly and into his mouth, spilling down his cheek. The forest faded into darkness, and he heard Ladonna calling his name. The police detective stood over the dead bodies. Why?, he thought. Their eyes stared up into oblivion, their mouths open. He shook his head. Kids today. He watched as the coroners lifted their bodies, placing them on stretchers, their eyes still wide open and staring. He looked around at the Burger King and the McDonald's and the video store and the car lots. This was suburbia. These kids were supposed to be nice, like the boys and girls who worked at that Burger King. He just didn't understand what was going on in the world today. He got into his patrol car, and turned onto the busy highway. He turned up the car radio as the traffic stacked up and he had long delay ahead of him. "Life is a sport, drink it up!" the advertisement said without a hint of sarcasm. It IS a sport - it is supposed to be fun, thought the detective, as he looked over at a minivan sitting in the next lane, the father's face contorted in anger as his finger waved in front of his teenage children sitting in the back. Why don't these kids get it? **** lraveena@hotmail.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>