by Elazarus Wills
(08/08/07)
The day after Albert turned thirty-three, he became terminally curious about Jenah, who had lived, as long as he had been there, in the apartment in his building directly across from the elevator. This new emotion was interesting to him, since before his birthday of that year, he had never found Jenah remotely attractive. In fact, he had found her markedly unattractive -- repellent even.
Jenah was forty-two and wore huge, round trifocals with silver chains sweeping down in arcs from both sides. She was six full inches taller than Albert, big-boned, not really fat, but had huge intimidating breasts that lurked under her snug sweaters like plump wolverines. Her black-black hair, in the four years he had known her, had always been cut into a pageboy that reminded him of pictures of 1920s flappers, the ones that showed them without the stupid little hats. She wore too many ornate rings on her fingers, some linked to one another with tiny chains.
Albert was small, pale, and slender like the blade of a filet knife wearing a black T-shirt. His hair and eyes were mouse brown. On the day after his birthday, in the very early morning, since he had worked all of the night before at the university, he felt compelled to approach Jenah. Not just felt like it in some vague way. He was compelled to do it. He emerged from the elevator, went directly to her door and pressed the chime.
"I've just turned thirty-three," he announced to Jenah, who had herself told him that she was forty-two several months previously.
"A portentous age," she said, standing in the doorway with arms spread, her hands resting on the jambs on either side. Filling the doorway.
"I am suddenly curious about you in a carnal sort of way," Albert said. "And I don't know why." And he didn't -- not one hinted inkling. He fully expected that his inappropriateness would bring her to immediately slap him to his knees, and that would be that. Instead, she smiled a knowing smile.
"I know. Please come in." She stepped back, unblocking the way and somehow sweeping him inside her immaculate retreat.
Once in the living room, he turned to face her and found that her voluminous blue dressing gown had been shed onto the carpet. Her savage breasts now proposed with raging exposed nipples that seemed to stare at him like the eyes of predatory geishas. He stepped back and to the side, but their gaze still followed him. Then, more from compulsion than from attraction, he held his breath -- and stepped into their embrace. Jenah's arms enfolded him. The door slammed shut.
She stripped him as easily as one would peel a banana. Buttons flew. Zippers tore from their moorings. Socks and underwear were whisked away and flung onto lampshades and potted plants.
The sex was apocalyptic, the kind Albert imagined people would have with one another if they thought that the world was ending within the week. Shameless. Or on the day after having a doctor inform them of the confirmation of their one hundred percent fatal illness.
They began with the standard practices, but habit was soon discarded and creativity soon excluded all of the most discussed and portrayed movements and positions. Digits probed at unfamiliar orifices. Tongues followed. Joints and limbs were pushed to the limits of unnatural angles.
He fucked her mouth while she recited what sounded to him like ancient Chinese love poems around his flesh. She depilated his scrotum with her gnashing teeth.
Jenah sat astride his head as he tongued and sucked her large, blood-engorged clitoris, which trembled like the brass bells of a ringing alarm clock. When orgasming, she clamped powerful thighs upon his neck, limiting his breath, while he scrabbled ineffectually at her fleshy back and buttocks. When she finally allowed him release from his warmly fleshed bonds, she moved over him like a lunar eclipse and swallowed his cock to its base once again. She inhaled.
Albert came. Albert came. Albert came. He came into her insistent mouth and was startled that, after she had with gentle suction extracted every drop, she turned and deposited the result into a tiny wineglass.
"For later," she said, returning to him with lips glistening with transparent semen. Pushing him back down onto the bed, she kissed him with the intensity of a Pentecostal convert. Her tongue seemed to probe more deeply than should have been possible. Her breath, which smelled of wilted lilacs and clover honey, made him feel dizzy. Unfocused. He soon found himself fast asleep, deep in a dream. In it, Jenah was three times her hazily remembered size, still naked and cuddling him like an infant on her fleshy lap. He cooed and reached for a proffered nipple.
She laid her eggs in his open, dreaming mouth, pressing some of the gel-covered sacs into each of his ears. Finally, his recovered excretions were carefully added. Afterwards, she picked him up effortlessly and carried him to the second bedroom she had previously set up as a nursery. There, she artfully wrapped him in strips of wetted silk, sealing the package with two entire rolls of duct tape.
For breakfast, Jenah had two croissants with cream cheese and blackberry jam. She was so looking forward to being a parent.
