Empire Ballroom 1962

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Simple pleasures of youth in an age of innocence

Submitted: August 12, 2015

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Chelsea had beautiful blue eyes
like miniature pools of Mediterranean
sea water and her teeth were like
white pearls, her lips like crimson
coral and her skin soft like a ripe
peach. Her breasts (well puffy nipples
actually) were every boys dream, squeeze
them and you had brownie points to last
a week. Bill Haley and his Comets were 
belting out Rock around the Clock when I
chanced my arm and ran the palm of my hand
over the little hard mounds, the electric shock
that hit me shot through my body right down to
my penis which jolted into life. I smiled. She smiled
and I held her close as we danced the night away
at the Empire ballroom in 1962


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