Author's Note:
This vignette is a submission in the
750 Word Project 2022
. The challenge is to write a complete, very short story using 750 words: no less, no more. Given the constraints of the format, may you find 'Love Cats' an enjoyable, erotic quickie -- no less, no more.
--Sandy.
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"Mom, don't you feel some songs have a power to possess you and change your life?
I was in no mood for a philosophical discussion with my teenage daughter.
"I feel like some music seeps into my soul like a magic spell, sweeping me into another world - don't you feel that's true for you mom?"
Kat wasn't going to drop the subject. "When I was your age, I used to think like that, but I don't anymore. I've got important things to do with my adult life, I don't believe in life-changing music."
Crushed by my dismissal, Kat lashed out, "You think I'm silly for having feelings. But you've become a shriveled old bag lady! You've forgotten what it's like to be happy and full of life!"
I gave my daughter 'the look'.
She pushed, "Didn't you ever feel anything when you listened to..."
"No!" was my rebuke. "Kat! Go sit in the car and wait for me there."
I was in a sour mood.
Kat had switched the radio from NPR and cranked up the volume. Kat was dancing in her seat, her tight jeans rocked across the leather seat, arms swaying to the music.
"Mom!" she sighed over the distinctive bass. "Listen to this guy. It's the best song ev-er! It makes me feel wild right here!" She patted her lap.
I swooned, recognizing Robert Smith's voice. That song swept me back to 1984. I was ten months out of high school and in the backseat of a Chevy Chevelle.
Robert Smith's seductive voice slithered from the dashboard that sultry night. I adored Robert, the way he slapped sloppy mascara around his eyes with violent abandon. He's the sexiest
rock-n-roller when singing The Cure's hit,
Love Cats
.
My boyfriend parked off the road, the radio up loud. His hand slipped around my shoulder pulling me to him. I bent his way willingly, excited by his attention. My heart raced as he seized my face, kissing me with a passion that vibrated my core.
I thought a girl should ask, 'where's this going?' But his tongue had coiled around my own like a swamp serpent. I let him suck me into his mouth. I didn't care where this was leading. I felt wild.
Overpowered by his firm grip behind my head, I melted under that warm feeling of surrender. His roaming paw unfastened my blouse, pushing off my strap. I lifted my shoulder, offering his fingers a path into my loosened bra. He slipped beneath, groping my tantalizing, tender orb, grazing my nipple, shooting electric blue sparks through my wet parts.
He swung around to my side, yanked open my door and threw me onto the backseat.
The door slammed, caging us in the back; the radio played
Love Cats
