Short Story, Erotica
Come On Eileen
If you ever treat the girl in your life badly she will rip the heart from your miserable body and feed it to the crows
We were in one of the first Chinese restaurants in Dublin. At the end of the meal we were all given these small hollow biscuits called fortune cookies, which, when you broke them open, contained a message on a strip of paper. Somebody had taken a photo of the six of us, grinning at the camera, holding our bits of paper. We may have had a drink or two by the look of us. I only remember that the girl next to me was called Eileen. Beautiful Eileen. It’s a black and white photograph but her flaming red hair and bright blue eyes are imprinted on my memory.
I’d forgotten my glasses so Eileen said she’d read my fortune cookie message for me. She cleared her throat and paused for dramatic effect before speaking. ‘It says here that tonight is going to be your lucky night William, but if you ever treat the girl in your life badly she will rip the heart from your miserable body and feed it to the crows.’
‘Are all those words are on that scrap of paper? Surely not?’
‘Only the bit about the crows.’ And she roared with laughter and the others joined in.
Still laughing, she touched my leg beneath the table and whispered, ‘Irish coffees all round and then back to your place. Just me. Not the others. Would that be suitable?’ The warmth of her breath on my ear and the pressure of her hand on my balls made me gasp for air.
I had a bottle of Bulgarian red wine at my bed-sit which I’d been saving for just such an occasion. Eileen coming round that is. It felt slightly more sophisticated than offering a cup of coffee.
‘I’ll have a cup of coffee if you don’t mind’ she said. You have the wine if you want.’
As I fussed with the coffee in the kitchenette she came up behind me and put her hands on my hips. ‘Leave the coffee William.’ ‘Do you want some music? I’ve got a new LP.’ ‘What I want William is you. I want you to carry me onto that small bed with its unattractive candlewick bedspread and make love to me. If that would suit you. Or, we could do it right here. Either way’s fine by me.’
She leant against the wall and eased up her dress to just above her black knickers. I was momentarily transfixed but I quickly roused myself. I knelt down and put my hands behind her buttocks and pulled her towards me. Then drawing her knickers to one side I savoured the sight of her thick mass of vibrant red pubes before feeding hungrily on them. Eileen murmured and then put her hands on my head, pressing it tight against her. She shuddered.
‘You don’t need your glasses now. Do you?’ Eileen said. But I couldn’t speak, so I replied by running my tongue around her clitoris and sliding a middle finger gently into her. I came up for air eventually and kissed her. It felt wanton kissing her with her own juices on my lips.
We made our way to the bed, removing our clothes as we went. She grabbed my stiffening cock and gave it a gentle tug. ‘William, have you got an overcoat for this wee fellow? I don’t want to become a walking occasion of sin and end up in a home for unmarried mothers.’
‘Of course Eileen. There’s some in the drawer. You know me. I always come prepared.’
This set her off laughing again and I joined in with her. How could I not? It really was my lucky night. Our lucky night.
It was only later. I mean months later, that petulance and mistrust entered our relationship and the second part of my fortune came true. That bit about being fed to the crows.
How I loathe fortune cookies.
Entered into the Wicked Wednesday meme for Harmony…
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