Cat On A Hot Tin Roof
Cat's ass was on fire. The roof was scorching hot. Her clothes were in a pile by the door that led to the roof. She was sitting next to the ventilation duct, her hands outstretched behind her, her knees bent before her. Jim was standing in front of her, unbuckling his pants. He was sweating, and drops were falling into his eyes, his hair stuck to his forehead.
"Christ, it's hot up here."
His pants dropped and pooled around his ankles. He looked at her with a coy smile and ripped his shirt off. Cat could see beads of sweat on his bare chest. Jim threw his shirt at her. He started doing awkward dance moves, humming the song "The Stripper" as he sashayed around in a circle.
She laughed and held out her arms for him to come closer. He dropped to his knees and crawled to her. She wrapped her legs around his sweaty torso, her calves sliding down his side.
They began making out, kissing, sucking, biting. Jim found his shirt and laid it behind Cat so she could be on her back. They went at it, letting the hot sun beat down on them and their bare skin. The moment overcame them, so they didn't notice a huge gust of wind had blown their clothes off the roof.
The sex was hot. The roof was hotter. The embarrassment they both felt was hottest.
Naked. On a hot tin roof. And boy, was it hot.
"Christ, it's hot up here."
His pants dropped and pooled around his ankles. He looked at her with a coy smile and ripped his shirt off. Cat could see beads of sweat on his bare chest. Jim threw his shirt at her. He started doing awkward dance moves, humming the song "The Stripper" as he sashayed around in a circle.
She laughed and held out her arms for him to come closer. He dropped to his knees and crawled to her. She wrapped her legs around his sweaty torso, her calves sliding down his side.
They began making out, kissing, sucking, biting. Jim found his shirt and laid it behind Cat so she could be on her back. They went at it, letting the hot sun beat down on them and their bare skin. The moment overcame them, so they didn't notice a huge gust of wind had blown their clothes off the roof.
The sex was hot. The roof was hotter. The embarrassment they both felt was hottest.
Naked. On a hot tin roof. And boy, was it hot.
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Author's Note
Wrote for Pure Slush. Category: Heat.
Other stories by Erin Zulkoski
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You're just so freakin' literal! Enjoyed, left me smiling. *
LB, you flatter me as always. Thanks for the favoration :)
Heat's a good thing.
Yes, it's better shorter!
Matt, it IS better shorter. Thanks for the suggestion. You are a wise man. :)
You know, I almost wrote to you, "Start it with the second 'Christ it's hot up here'" (which is now the first) ... but then I thought maybe starting it a paragraph earlier than that would be better again! So your version here made me smile in a number of ways, which was nice confirmation for me.
I really like the directness here, the plain, flat, spare writing, and the wonderfully literal ending.
Thank you, Cherise!
Hot as fuck.