Monday, February 23, 2015

Electrify Me


Me, A Fireworks Novella

Bibi Rizer

23rd - Mar 3rd

Gloria Falcon wants is to have a nice New Year’s Eve with a nice man. Is that
so much to ask?  But after seven disastrous New Years in a row, this year
she’s trying something different. Committed to spending her New Year’s Eve
manning the phones at a suicide crisis phone line, Gloria is sure the karma she
earns will break her New Year’s curse. But when a blackout cancels her
night of philanthropy, rather than spend the night moping in the dark, she goes
on a ride along with the cute linesman who failed to fix the power.

Zhang is not much of a New Year believer either. He’s coasting through
life after being discharged from the army and trying not to let his cynicism of
pretty much everything define him. When Gloria Falcon climbs into Charlie’s life,
and his repair truck, neither of them expect this to be the New Year’s Eve that
changes their minds, and their fate, forever.

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We look
at each other and I know I have a stupid smile on my face. I’m sure it’s one of
those smiles that says: “if you so much as compliment my handwriting I will
suck your cock until you beg for mercy” but I don’t care. Charlie just smiles
back at me.

smiles back.

smiles back.

My friend
Amy told me about this mythical creature once:   the
“wants-you-to-make-the-first-move guy”. She says they’re mostly to be found in
Canada, but occasionally you might encounter one south of the border. Amy says
if you meet one you might assume you should approach it quietly, gently, like
you might try to hand feed a wild deer, but in fact the opposite is true.
Apparently you need to be aggressive with them. You need to take control of the
situation and not give them a chance to ruin things with their manners and
courtesy. Amy says when it comes to men, manners and courtesy are only a short
taxi ride away from apathy. And nothing kills a night of hot sex faster than
male apathy. It’s like anti-viagra.

I can’t
quite believe it, but I think I have found myself a honest to goodness
wants-you-to-make-the-first-move guy.

“Are you
Canadian?” I ask. I just need to confirm he’s the genuine creature.

mother is. How did you know?”

I don’t
answer. I grab him by the front of his blue work shirt and pull him forward
into a kiss.

For a
courteous guy, he kisses like a god. After only a second’s shocked hesitation,
he wraps his hands around my back and pulls me across the center console until
I’m practically in his lap, the gear shift jamming into my hip. He slides one
hand into my hair and one, oddly, down my leg to rest on the top of my boot.
His thumb does little maddening circles over my tights. Our tongues touch –
he’s a little tentative at first, but after a second he’s holding my head so
tightly, pressing our mouths together so firmly that I couldn’t escape even if
I wanted to.

And I
don’t want to.

He tastes
like strawberry smoothie and it’s a revelation. I realize that I’ve never
kissed a guy who didn’t taste like liquor or smoke. Often both. Kissing Charlie
feels healthy. Nutritious even. As though I’m getting vitamins and
minerals and will wake up with thicker shinier hair and skin that’s 25% more

He slides
the boot hand up around my ass and moves me again, but this time the steering
wheel crams into my back. I make a strangled noise.

he says.

wheel. Spine. Pain.” I manage.

feels around the side of the seat for a second. There’s a loud click and the
backrest falls so quickly that we’re both practically catapulted into the back

he says, helping me clamber into the back beside him. We kiss some more, as
somewhere, from one of the boats, the music from Frozenis playing. I pull
back an inch and look into his dark brown eyes.

you have a condom?” I say.                                                                           

Girl. That’s me

Bibi Rizer is a
mom, blogger, teacher and writer living in the Pacific Northwest. While she’s
been writing professionally for many years, romance and erotica are relatively
new pursuits.

Bibi likes writing
about strong kinky women and brave willing men living in realistic and
imperfect worlds.

In her spare time
Bibi sings Karaoke and hangs around on film sets with child actors. Having the
firm belief that no one can be too weird or too funny, she happily admits that
most of her favorite people and characters are both.

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