A Girl Named Sattie

too odd to explain... just... odd... last night.

Freshly single,
sitting pissed off in that chair,
distracted by little miss’s flirtatious nature.
The party still yet to be entertaining,
to depressed by what just happened,
she left me,
dropped me and put me down.
And I don’t even know why I try anymore
can’t find it again at every party in the town.
But there she is,
my rebound in waiting,
sitting on the far side of the room,
eyeing me feverishly.
And I wonder to myself as she stares,
does she know what’s happened or who I am,
does she care or is she just a horny girl.
And I just can’t think straight,
not in this room,
its just too damn loud,
need to head to the kitchen...
just to give my own thoughts a real good listen.
But the girl gets girl gets up and follows me in,
And the way she introduced herself just caught my attention...
Her tongue shoved into my mouth and pressing me into the wall...
Too damaged to put up a fight but all I can manage...
is to ask her name,
“Sattie.” she sais with a smile and her eyebrow raised.
We talk for about five minutes before she asks if I’d like to go upstairs.
I’m confused by this girl,
so forward and lacking in subtlety.
But I enjoy it.

She’s perfectly attractive,
I can tell by the hint of sarcasm in her voice,
and the bazar sheen behind her eyes,
that she is at least slightly insane,
at least no more than I am.
And she cant be much shorter than me,
brown eyes,
black hair,
with several bright red highlights,
they look like they were just put in,
most likely by a friend,
but they suit her well.
She has a small stud piercing on her left eyebrow,
her ears too.
She seams to be extremely good at applying her makeup,
it highlights every attribute of her face perfectly.
In fact she’s beautiful,
but something about her is off.
I still can’t tell what.
And whilst upstairs,
the sex was of a strange nature.
Fantastic but just as her...
Off in some way.
I didn’t take the time to notice though.
between the arching off her back and her feverous screams,
I could barely tear my mind away long enough
to acknowledge the banging on the door,
urging and begging us to be less vocal in our pleasure.
Her requests like asking me to call her a s**t,
a dirty skank,
or other derogatory comments...
didn’t seem to bother me as I thought it would,
I was so absorbed in her simplicity and simultaneous complexity...
That I couldn’t even stop to think about any of it.

And after it all she was so quick to dress,
that I never even caught her last name,
had to chase her down and ask.
We spent the rest of the night  sitting and talking with everybody.
As well as several more upstairs visits.    
And oddly enough her attitude towards me changed not one bit,
even after she had been with me upstairs,
she still eyed me from wherever she was,
she still spoke to me with her wanting tone.
This probably had something to do with the fact
that we landed upstairs all the more times that night.
Even when speaking with others,
we payed most attention to each other.
And after more drinks everybody becomes a bit interested.
Playfully and jokingly teasing her
that she might as well just give me a lap dance right here
since she was so obviously with me the entire night.
She is a very literal type and took them up on their offer.
Spending a good 20 minutes fervidly grinding against me.
We ventured up the stairs yet again.
This sort of thing would occur time after time.
And as the party began to die we left at the same time.
If her parents hadn’t been asleep inside I would have had her again.
I slipped in my house just before everybody woke.
Strange.
But a story worth telling.

Author's Note

whatever you want. just an account of what happened.

Reviews

[Caitlin]

Ok...All I can say is wow!!! Writing like this is the kind that I find the most interesting. The kind that tells a story like this...a common story, nothing too complicated...a real situation with all the naughty details. The way you wrote it really kept my interest...your way with words is very appealing because rather than complicating things by making them sound pretty or overly-poetic and confusing, you tell it like it is and the outcome is a very honest and gritty piece. As I read it I could see all the events happening in my head, almost as if I was at the party watching what was happening. This is like the kind of stuff I want to start writing...about situations like these...I just can't seem to grasp the concept of simplicity with my writing and I hold too much back. Here, you really just let everything out and like I said before, you really told it like it really was without leaving out any of the details.