prompt: cherry, flag, sofa

The cool leather couch pressed against Sarah’s thighs as she clicked the button to another Fourth of July special. A crowd danced on the beach to what seemed to be the EDM version of the Star Spangled Banner. It was cheesy but a cherry colored speedo caught her eye, the man shaking his ass with everything he had in him. Sarah found she couldn’t look away, far more interested in watching the crowd more than the DJ on stage. The way the thin fabric curved around the man’s skin made Sarah shift on the sofa.

Then the camera panned away and landed on lips, bright cherry pink–practically as plump as the man’s ass had been. Red, vibrant, and the woman they belonged to danced in a stringy white bikini. Sarah’s gaze drifted from her lips down, over her sunkissed collarbones, along the dip of her chest. Her breath caught at the way the bathing suit barely held on as she danced. Sarah licked her lips, pressed her thighs together.

The camera swung away again, this time to the ocean, then back to the stage, then an American flag. Sarah groaned at herself and stood up from the couch, turning off the TV. It was time she went to find some fireworks of her own. 

Come Whatever

They’d said goodbye a hundred times already, but Greg knew he’d say it as many times as Jack wanted.

Greg walked the path along the side of the football field, behind the bleachers and down the row of trees that separated the school grounds from the lake. There was only one tree with a trunk thick enough to lean against, and that was where he was heading.

It seemed as if no one else was around, the rest of their graduating class out on the front lawn, where the rows of fold-out chairs and the stage were set up for graduation. But he knew he wouldn’t be alone back here. Not today, when the clock was ticking and they were both due on planes in opposite direction in a day’s time. And this was the last time they’d be on their high school campus together.

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