The Rise of the Worm

Carl was haunted by the desire for a writhing, visceral experience. The last days of the school year were gaining on him like a black dog with it's tongue hung out, and he hadn't even made it to first base with a girl in West Jefferson yet. This peer pressure of High School was punctuated further by his sex-plagued buds who all stood out on the back lot of his school telling seedy stories every lunch hour or chance that they got. The premise of these lusty tales seemed to become more and more fantastic each time, and Dave Grisham was the biggest of all the shit-shooters. According to his always highly descriptive exposes, he had already experienced the highest imagined and sought after dream that all his avid listeners were sexually aspiring for. His claim was to have gotten laid by two girls at once, but now he was busy revealing a secret about his older, weirder cousin Frank. No detail was too disturbing for Dave, and Carl had this sneaky notion, as with many of Frank's candid exploits that had been revealed, that Dave was merely using the identity of his cousin Frank to displace his more obscene perversions into. Frank was like a voodoo doll for Dave's psyche. Despite all this, Carl was still jealous of these perverse experiences.

“...So my cousin's got a real sick trick. He likes to push his own limits, and stick beer bottles up his ass. 40 ounce bottles especially. I caught him in the attic once with one of them bottles spiking his butt, and he about freaked, and looked like he was about to shit a brick when he saw me! I tried to warn him that his Mom was gonna be home soon from her work at the diner, and he flips the fuck out! Tried his hardest to pull that fucker back out, but that bottle was stuck good! I had to grab the bottom of the fucking bottle, and my fingers kept slipping on the slippery glass. Finally we got the bottle out, and his fucking Mom pokes her head up from the attic door. She sees me with the bottle and him with his pants off! I haven't gone back to Frank's house since then. He called me yesterday though, and told me that his ass has gotten so fucking loose that he fell asleep on his couch after taking a shower, and he woke up to his dog inside of him! I don't know whether to believe him or not, but that guy is sick!...”

Oftentimes Carl was aware of the oddity of being the one who was singled out to experience his vantage point of the world from his own particular perspective. It was sort of like he was watching his own movie being played out, and as he continued to tune in to Don's story he became more and more aware of his own existence coming into play. It was like the other boys were tuned out suddenly, and a spot-light from above had engulfed him. It was a strange wind had suddenly swept him up, but he liked it. The summer was starting to seem like it would be a plethora of possibly realities and memorable experiences. Dave's 'Cousin With an Loose Ass' story was losing sordid steam, so Carl tried to jumpstart the conversation by throwing a naked thought into the ring of fiery lust.

“Hey, Donny, remember that girl, Sadie, you said you almost made it with last week?”

Don looked at Carl with some embarrassment, and then smirked, and reached for his wallet. After pulling a picture folded several times from behind his school I.D., he passed it around to the other guys until they had a good long look, and then handed it to Carl. It was a naked woman, exposing her unshaved privates in the center of the picture. Carl was fascinated by her. She looked older then most girls at Jefferson. Striking a pose with her back to the camera, her ass sat on some huge wooden coffee table behind her outstretched legs. She gave a knowing, pouty glance from the side of her sexually aware face. Her gaze said she knew where sex was, and was waving to you to help you reach that desperately sought mountain top. Carl's eyes made the climb up her shaved legs to the patch of shadowed mystery between her legs. Dave could tell Carl was awestruck, and asked him if he wanted to have her number.

“Naw, man. I really don't give a shit! Look her up, I think she's too crazy for me. If you haven't gotten laid yet, Carl, you should definitely dial her. She works at the Woodlawn Mall that's out on Highway 1-80. Some place that makes cookies I think. Keep the picture, dude. I got another dream girl on my mind anyway.”

Carl was thrilled, and his buddy Dennis could read him. Dennis clapped him on the back as Carl gathered up a bag of books, and headed home in a jiff. Dennis yelled something about condoms, but Carl was already two blocks from the school in a fever race to get home. He already had a story he was cooking up in his mind to tell Sadie how he acquired her photo. He was planning to play the good guy that had seen her naked, and wanted to be a gentleman and give her her photo back out of a deep sense of honor. Luckily his asshole step-dad wasn't home, so he wouldn't get shit for being home early. Carl dashed to the bright yellow phone that was planted on his living room wall beside his plastic wrapped couch. He peeled it off the wall, and felt, as he often did, like he was peeling a banana because of the phone's flamboyant color. The land-line on the other end rang, and rang, and Carl became increasingly more nervous with each ring that dropped into a well of darkness. Finally, when he had almost given up hope, a voice on the other end broke the silence that had prevailed for so long. It was quite womanly, and full of breathy persuasion, which was more than Carl could dare to have ever asked for.

“Hello?”

“Hi, this is Carl, who's this?”

“This is Sadie. I don't think I know of anyone named Carl. Although I could be wrong.”

“Uh...you don't know me...Sadie, but I know this guy named Don that has a photo of you, and...uh...I got it back from him, and I wanted to give it back to you. I just thought it was wrong that he was passing you around to my friends like it was some kind of a trophy. I thought maybe you'd want it back.”

“What! Oh, Don, yeah. He was showing my naked picture to other guys? What an dick! Yeah, thanks for getting that back, Carl. That's very sweet. I work at Chocolate Mountain on 1-80, near the Taco Hut. Can you meet me there tomorrow?”

“Yea, sure! I'll meet you at 6, is that cool?”

“Thanks, Carl!,” said Sadie, and then she abruptly hung up.

It was like a spot-light somewhere in space had been shut off, and Carl felt like his eyes, and ears; which had seen and heard so much, were suddenly forced to adjust to the darkness of her now pronounced absence. He didn't even know her, but he already sort of felt that he loved her in a way. The way Sadie said his name really stuck with him like a pin buried in his mind's cushion. Carl had a heady purpose now, and he felt the sensation of a fresh quest tickle his spine with a raw electricity. He would steal the forgotten bottle of wine from his Mom that she had long since hid after Christmas in the cellar that was adjoined to his bedroom. He shuffled down the musty steps and saw the object of his desire nestled amongst rolls of holiday wrapping paper. He snatched the wine with earnest, and gingerly arranged it in his backpack. Then he tip-toed back upstairs into his bedroom, and waited for Mom to announce it was dinner. They were having stuffed Eggplant tonight.

It was Thursday morning, and he was rushing out the door like a shot gun bullet. Carl had an agenda today that required him not to return home for his usual injection of Music Television on Youtube, but rather skip the end of class in order to arrive at the transit center in time to figure out the pain in the ass bus schedule. He had to find the bus that would get him to 1-80, or at least close enough to the highway so that he could walk there. All he could think of was the ass in the picture, and the exposed nipple of the side of her right breast which poked out because Sadie was glancing back in the photo. School meant nothing but old books to Carl, as he only inhabited the flaming circle he had fanned of his ever increasingly aching desire. Carl imagined Sadie's reaction when he helped her recover her property, and also her tampered dignity. He saw her glowing with the pure delight of a woman that has been reborn. He then saw her clothes fall away like useless fetters, as he advanced on her with a knowing glint in his eyes. When he had roused himself from his daydream he discovered that it was the No. 12 that would bring him close enough to 1-80. Without skipping a beat he bordered, and then lapsed back into his reverie of soft flesh, and fond worldly pleasures. For all purposes, his body was on autopilot, but every time Carl remembered a certain business or landmark his eyes flashed with the living light of memory, as he processed his many whereabouts with the sly interest of a snake who studies his environment before slithering on through this hot mess of life. Soon he was in Woodlawn Mall, and waiting at one of those seats they provide for the dazed, and crazed that need a brief place to perch, and observe the ongoing madness. People continued to float by in designer clothing, gaping at the windows of designer stores. Perfume wafted out of the open stores, with the promise of eliteness, and jealousy from your peers that was only a credit card away. Carl thought about his cell-phone his Mom had given him to keep in touch. He hardly ever used the thing, but to stay in touch with his Mom. The responsibility of connecting with her later tonight and explaining where he was hung heavily on his mind.

Two hours later, Carl was still sitting on the stool in a close proximity to the Chocolate Mountain. He was still trying to gain more confidence when a pretty face with entirely too much makeup on it appeared in front of him. It was Sadie from the picture, and she was in a green uniform, with a cute green hat. Her top appeared to be a green apron with bits of cookie on it, and a name tag. Carl thought she was gorgeous, although a lot older then she looked in the photo. She had to at least be thirty, though she looked a bit younger then that. Her age excited him though, because he adored older women. So wise, so much mystery, and heavy on the much needed experience! He wouldn't tell her that he was a virgin. No one wanted to hear that. Carl didn't know what to expect now. He was so use to dealing with parents when he hung out with girls. As they walked home he felt an immediate connection with Sadie, however. Instantly, when they passed through a tunnel that went under the street, she slipped her fingers in his, and squeezed his fingers a couple times. The approaching summer was becoming obvious. There was signs of beauty and budding flowers everywhere. The night was stealing in swiftly though, and the cool of it was greatly appreciated. They had been walking down Kingsley Street for awhile, and passed a few dozen streets, when Carl noticed a church to the right of them. He squeezed Sadie's hand, and pulled her over to the back of the church to sit in the grass and talk. It was such a secluded and dreamy place, and they both watched the sun escape behind the hill. Before they knew it, their lips were locked, and they were shedding clothing. Carl found her secret place with his tongue, and they immediately were charged like two glowing leaves laying atop each other, that lit up like the color of fire during a glorious sunset. 

(To be continued)

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