(Image source: “On the Stairs” by Samantha Wolov)
Before they could make it up the stairs they fell to the ground, peeling off each other’s clothes in a fit of frenzied passion. They kissed hungrily, desperately, their hands pawing at each other’s flesh like playful kittens. She found herself frantically trying to lower his double knit slacks even as he reached beneath her skirt to pull her panties aside.
The shag carpet ensconced her as he opened her. His first thrust took him deeper than she thought possible. The hair on his chest was rough and scratchy against her breasts, his lips pleasant and soft on her neck. As she clasped her legs around his back, she was glad that she’d drawn his house key from the bowl. (120/122)
Behind the Scenes
I wrote this week’s Flash Fiction Friday challenge in a matter of minutes; other than my usual momentary “What three words can I cut to make it fit?” conundrum, it was one of the easiest ones in recent memory. In addition to the photo prompt, participants were asked to write a story that was between 68 and 122 words, and incorporate the phrase “…rough and scratchy…”
The first thing I think of when I see the prompt photo is “crazy seventies hair”. That’s not to say that the photo was taken in the 1970s, or even that it is meant to represent the 1970s in any way. But for some reason the unkempt mop on top of the gentleman’s head makes me think of that glorious decade that saw my birth. There really isn’t anything that specifically identifies my story as being set in the 1970s, though chest hair, shag carpeting, and the last-minute mention of the hookup occurring at a key party seems to cement it firmly in that era. There wasn’t sufficient room to mention any other period detail.
It bears noting that I originally planned to use the required phrase to describe the shag carpeting and not the gentleman’s chest hair. But it’s been years since I’ve had contact with shag and I don’t remember what it feels like. Are the fibers all that scratchy?
Deleted Scenes
None. I had no delusion that I’d be able to write more than a relatively small passage, and budgeted my words accordingly.
Soundtrack
It’s got to be “The Hustle”, by Van McCoy. It was in my head the whole time I was writing.
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Great story, it fits the picture perfectly. Agree with you on the 70’s hair, I look back at pictures from that time, and that’s what you see definitely!
The song choice cracked me up. I was thinking along the same lines.
I thought I had welcomed you to the madness when you posted a few months back. I must be getting you confused with somebody else. 🙂 Anyway…welcome to the FFF fun times! The more the merrier.
— PB
You know, I thought for certain that you hadn’t, but you very well might have! Now I want to go back and look. At any rate, thanks for the welcome and thanks for stopping by!
-Jack
Thanks for a great story
Randi
Thanks for a great story. I enjoyed the behind the scenes look.
Randi
Love the song title connection to the whole thing!
Lovely job. 🙂
Very cool that you wrote this in a matter of minutes. I like your use of the required phrase. I didn’t think of chest hair. Now I have The Hustle running in my head. Thanks! LOL!
I didn’t have that kind of hair in the 70’s… the Navy wouldn’t let me! great story!