Wildness by Nanni (tiamats_child@yahoo.com)
Dinny pulls Stel down the hill into the copse of trees, laughing like the wind over the sea. In a broken, burning instant Stel finds herself pressed against a tree trunk, the thick, heavy bark imprinting diamond shapes into her back and Dinny kissing her with all the barely contained joy that’s been flowing in her all evening. Stel kisses back after a moment of being unable to do anything, caught off guard by Dinny’s wildness. And she loses herself in warmth and the heady laughter sneaking off always bubbles up in her. Dinny’s hand slides up under her skirt, rubbing soothing circles on her thigh and she isn’t surprised at all and her hands get caught in Dinny’s curls and the music spills down from the party up the hill, spreading down to where they are as if it was splashed wine, rich and sweet and creeping and all of it is good. Every last drop.
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Pretty Good Year