by Mark Allan Gunnells
“How old were you your first time?” Rick asked.
Debbie, sitting in the passenger’s seat of Rick’s beat up El Dorado, fidgeted and blushed. “Well, you know, I guess you could say…”
“You’ve never done it before, have you?”
“No,” Debbie said softly.
“Neither have I.”
She gaped at Rick, her mouth hanging wide as if her jaw had come unhinged. “Are you kidding me? I thought you’d been around the block more than a few times.”
Now it was Rick’s turn to fidget and blush. “You know how it is with guys, we talk a good game. All that macho bluff and bluster.”
“So you’re really just as inexperienced as me,” Debbie said with a teasing smile.
“But I’ve thought about it a lot. At times it seems like it’s all I think about. And, you know, I’ve seen…movies.”
“Fantasies don’t count.”
“Yeah, well, I’m tired of fantasizing about it anyway. I’m ready to actually do it.”
Rick drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, his eyes locked out the windshield. “I’m glad my first time is going to be with you.”
Debbie reached over and put a hand on Rick’s thigh, causing him to turn and look at her. “I’m glad too. I can’t think of anyone else I’d want to share this with.”
Rick started to giggle, his excitement bubbling up from his gut. “Are you ready?”
“I think so,” Debbie said, squeezing his thigh. “So how do you want it? Nice and neat, or nasty and wild?”
“I don’t care, although…”
“I’m afraid I might finish too quickly. I mean, after all this built-up anticipation, I might not be able to control myself. I apologize in advance if that happens.”
Debbie shrugged and smiled encouragingly. “It’s okay. I mean, it’s not like this will be the last time we ever do it.”
“God, I hope not.”
“So it’ll last longer the next time. It’s the first time for the both of us; I’d imagine we each have a lot to learn about how it’s done.”
“I’m certainly ready to start learning.”
“So am I,” Debbie said and popped open the glove compartment. She reached inside and pulled out two long, thin boning knives. Handing one to Rick, she said, “Do you want to go first?”
“No, let’s do it together. I mean, isn’t that the whole point?”
Debbie nodded and they both turned around, staring at the young girl tied up and gagged in the backseat.
Bio:Mark Allan Gunnells is the author of the chapbookA Laymon Kind of Night.He has sold over fifty of short stories to various markets, including Withersin. Dark Recesses, the anthologies Tangle and Damned in Dixie, and has two essays in the nonfiction title Horror 101: The A List of Horror Films and Monster Movies available from Midnight Marquee Press.