The ride starts, and Steel sprints back to my side.
“I’ve been dying to do this to you,” he says. “You’re going to be stuck against the wall and unable to move while I do whatever I want to you.”
Steel won’t be stuck from the g-force, I’ve seen him dance and run around on the walls in here. He’s strong enough to do whatever he wants in here, and the idea of every single one of his muscles being flexed sends a rush of heat that pools between my legs.
We kiss, but it becomes too difficult for me to do. The speed of the ride has increased enough that the force pushes me against the backrest. The g-force has completely immobilized me against the backrest.
Kicking my feet apart, he spreads my legs wide. My feet aren’t touching the ground anymore.
His body is heavy against mine, pressing against me though he’s using his arms to keep from crushing me.
The tip of his cock is at my entrance, and as he pushes it into me, the entire backrest slides up, taking both of us off the ground. My slick walls clamp around and somehow he’s able to thrust his hips into me.
I’m disoriented, the flashing lights, loud music and four Gs pressing against my body. The side of Steel’s head presses against mine. I’m dazzled, which clears everything from my mind.
It seems like my entire body is out of my control.
The only thing I’m aware of is the intensity radiating out from between my legs. All of my muscles tense and my heart beats faster and faster. Steel continues thrusting into me, and after a moment I cry out in bliss as a tidal wave rips through me.
A moment later, Steel grunts loudly and his dick throbs against my walls.
The ride slows and the backrest slides down the wall. It comes to a stop, and both our chests heave. Steel’s skin is slick with sweat, and my own hair is damp with it.
“Welcome to married life, Goldie,” he says and kisses my cheek.
Rainbow in the Dark (Steel)
It’s September, and it’s still hot as hell in Mississippi. I swear to God, I’m finding myself a carnival in Alaska next year.
Emily’s doing real well at the basket toss, getting guys to part with their money hand over fist. Next year, I’m sure Papa Smurf is going to give her her own booth. Then she’d be making some serious money and we’ll be able to pay for all the air conditioning we want.
It’s early morning, and I’m sitting on a lawn chair in front of our trailer drinking a coffee, enjoying the cool breeze before it turns into a furnace blast again. With Emily here, we almost never party late, we’d rather be alone in our trailer. Even when we’re not fucking.
Getting to sleep at a decent hour means we’re always up at a normal time. Usually eight, but sometimes earlier. I’ve realized how much I enjoy being up before everyone else, when the camp is nice and quiet.
I take a sip of my coffee, breathing the aroma through my nose as I drink. This is good. Life is good.
It’s Wednesday, we get the big rides put up today, and finish them off tomorrow and open the carnival Friday night.
Emily comes walking between the trailers, returning from the communal washrooms. She’s not watching where she’s going and narrowly misses the corner of a picnic table.
As she gets closer, the look on her face becomes clear. Her eyes are wide, but vacant, and her jaw is tight. Her fists are balled, and something is in one of them. I set my coffee down, jump up and go to her side.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
She looks at me, her eyes boring into my face, and says, “I’m pregnant.”
Her words knock the wind out of me, and I feel like I’ve taken a cannonball to the gut. I can’t even find the way to say anything, and I stand there, feeling numb.
Emily carries on walking past me and straight into our trailer. My feet are frozen to the ground, and I can’t move. I stand here trying to digest what just happened.
How did this happen, I thought she was on the pill?
I take a deep breath and drag myself back to my lawn chair. I’m not proud, I feel like an asshole sitting here when I should be in there, holding her and telling her everything’s going to be okay.
But how can I say those things when I don’t know if it’s true or not. I mean, I can make a lot of things better, but I don’t know shit about babies. Or raising them. All I know is they sound expensive and money’s the one thing I don’t have heaps of.
“Fuck!” I yell into the air.
I force my sorry ass out of the chair. What kind of piece of shit am I, letting her walk into the trailer by herself? I open the door and walk in.
Emily’s lying on the bed, flat on her back and staring at the ceiling. I lie down on my side beside her, and put my arm around her. Her temples are stained with tears, and I kiss the one nearest me. As if that can make this better.