Nineteen Minutes

Used in curriculum from 2007-2013
Removed from curriculum in 2014

Excerpts:

She felt Matt’s lips move from her cheek to her neck to the spot behind her ear that always made her feel like she was dissolving. She was a novice at fooling around, but Matt had coaxed her further and further each time they were alone. It’s your fault, he’d say, and give her that smile. If you weren’t this hot, I’d be able to keep my hands off of you. That alone was an aphrodisiac to Josie. Her? Hot? And – just as Matt had promised every time- it did feel good to let him touch her everywhere, to let him taste her. Every incremental intimacy with Matt felt as if she were falling off a cliff – that loss of breath, those butterflies in her stomach. One step, and she’d be flying. Now she felt his hands moving under her shirt, slipping beneath the lace of her bra. Her legs tangled with his; he rubbed up against her. Josie could have stopped him, but she realized that she did not intend to. Then he tore at his jeans and hiked up her skirt. Josie felt Matt pulling aside the elastic of her underwear, the burn of his finger pushing inside her. Matt shifted his weight and came down on top of her again, only this time there was more burning, more pressure. “Ow,” she wimpered. “Just do it,” Josie said, and Matt pushed his hips flush against hers. It was the kind of pain that – even though she was expecting it, made her cry out. Matt mistook that for passion. “I know baby,” he groaned. She could feel his heartbeat, but from the inside, and then he started to move faster, bucking against her like a fish released from a hook onto a dock.

They were on the floor of the living room and they were nearly naked. Josie could taste beer on Matt’s breath, but she must have tasted like that, too. Matt’s hands seemed to be all over her at once, so that his skin set fire to hers. Matt kissed her… as his hand worked open the clasp on her bra. She lay lazy, spread beneath him like a feast, as he pulled off her jeans. But then…he kissed her so hard it hurt. “Relax,” Matt murmured, and then sank his teeth into her shoulder. He pinned her hands over her head and ground his hips against hers. She could feel his erection, hot against her stomach. He pushed her thighs apart …and then suddenly Matt was inside her, pumping so hard that she scooted backward on the carpet, burning the backs of her legs. “Wait,” Josie said, trying to roll away beneath him, but he clamped his hand over her mouth and drove harder and harder until Josie felt him come. Semen, sticky and hot, pooled on the carpet beneath her. Matt framed her face with his hands. “Jesus, Josie,” he whispered, and she realized that she was in tears. “I love you so g**d*** much.” Josie turned her face away. “I love you, too.” She lay in his arms for ten minutes and then said she was tired and needed to go to sleep. After she kissed Matt goodbye at the front door, she went into the kitchen and (got) the rug cleaner. She scrubbed it into the wet spot on the carpet, prayed it would not leave a stain.