The Midnight Sun
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The Midnight Sun is a 25 page feature length short story about a love triangle that develops over the course of one wild evening in the land of the midnight sun. Andrew Taylor Jackson finds himself torn between the girl next door and a super hot southern belle. The love triangle is set in motion when he awakes one morning in a stranger's bed and has to piece together the events of the previous night before he remembers which girl he ended up with. The Midnight Sun is the first in a series of Short Cuts offered by RE:Press to give people a cheap and easy way to sample our work and ebooks in general. Read an excerpt below...
The place was packed after the wedding crew arrived. I squoze through the crowd and found Jo at the bar. I bought her a drink and said something cheesy like: I cant believe I got here the day before yer leavin.
Then she said: Buy me another drink n maybe I'll stay another day...er two.
We just stood there smiling at each other while we waited for our tequila shots. By the time we finished them it was already time to go again. Brad tapped me on the shoulder and said the alabama girls were going to another bar to meet some other friends for a goodbye drink. They were leaving the next day as well. There wouldnt be time to sleep with all of them. A decision would have to be made. I just wasnt sure who was gonna make it—me or them.
I made sure Jo was going to the next bar and followed Brad out the door. We drove to a small bar that was in a strip mall. The alabamans were hanging around the bar with a few friends. There was a pool table next to the bar. I put my name on the list to create a diversion while I worked my way closer to the girls.
As I squoze through the crowd between the bar and pool table, the girls from alabama literally shoved one of their friends into my arms—the way shy high school kids do when they want to meet someone. It was a bit awkward, but at least they threw me the right girl. The 2 who pushed her were both tall slender girls whose bright blond hair towered above the crowd at the bar. They were hot, but their faces were a bit plain, cold and expressionless.
The girl they pushed was a bit shorter, but she had a much more interesting body. She was wearing a tight pink t-shirt and faded old jeans that revealed all the subtle curves of her body. She just stood there in my arms for a moment, looking up at me through pale blue eyes. I wasnt sure what to say, but her friends were. They ordered tequila shots for everyone. One of them licked my neck and poured salt on it like she wanted to do a body shot. Then she stuck a wedge of lemon in my mouth and said: This is Kerri Ann. She's just been dyin to have a drink with ya, in the thickest southern accent I had ever heard.
I tried to grunt something with the lemon in my mouth, but it was too late. Kerri licked the salt off my neck, slammed the shot and sucked all the juice outta the lemon before I could get a word in. Then the other girl flipped back Kerri's blond curls, licked her neck, applied salt and slid a lemon wedge between her lips.
Yer turn luver boy, she said, looking over at me with a wicked grin.
I took the shot, lingering around the lemon between her lips for a moment. After we finished, the two taller girls proceeded to take body shots off each other. Every man in the bar was watching us. I was suddenly the envy of the fairbanks bar scene.
I had a certain glow about me that weekend. It was all mental—a matter of perception and reflection. Being on the road left a certain luster in the eyes. All the freedom and energy I felt from traveling was rubbing off on the people around me. And I was a new face in a small town where everyone had been hanging out with the same people for most of the summer.
Jo was sweet, but the southern girls were wild. Kerri Ann looked like sin, and Jo like salvation. Kerri's eyes penetrated, while Jo's absorbed me. Jo seemed like the kind of girl you could hang out with for a hundred nights without ever getting bored. Kerri seemed like the type you could fuck a hundred times and still keep coming back for more. I was suddenly torn between the kind of girl you marry and the kind you cheat on your wife with.
Brad called me over to play pool, which would give me a moment to collect my thoughts. But on the way to the table, the penguin girl suddenly sprang up out of the crowd and said: Hey Taylor, wanna do a tequila shot?
I tried to smile, but I think it looked more like I was constipated when the image of her sucking a lemon outta my mouth flashed through my mind: Uhh, maybe later. I've had too much already.
By the time I got to Brad we were already down a few balls. No problem. We would lose on purpose while devising a plan to deal with the girls. Brad would have to run resistance on the one I didnt end up with. I decided not to decide—just let it all happen naturally.
The alabama girls kept flashing seductive glances in our direction. Brad was standing with a friend who leaned over and said: Hey, you goin home with those southern girls? Can we come?
No shit man—that one looks like she wants to eat ya, Brad added with his usual lack of subtlety.
Just then Jo walked in and smiled at me from across the room. Things were about to get complicated. First, I decided I'd have to try to knock down all 6 of our remaining balls and keep the table so I'd have an excuse to stay there and talk to Jo. I made them all but missed the 8 ball when I saw Jo slide up to the bar, right next to Kerri Ann. I would have to make a move or I was gonna lose them both. Luckily, Kerri and her friends got up to leave right about then. On the way out she rubbed up against me from behind and said they were heading to The Crazy Loon. I told her we'd be right over. Brad said he was ready to go.
One minute, I told him. Maybe I can ride over with Jo.
Are you crazy? I bet ya could fuck all 3 a those southern girls. Maybe I could too.
Ya think? I'm not sure yet. That other girl's really sweet.
She's cute, but those other girls er nasty. I'll go to The Loon first n get em warmed up for ya, he said with a slightly sinister grin.
I tried to clear my head as I moved toward Jo, but I kept comparing the 2 girls in my mind. They were both about the same size. Kerri Ann was a bit more voluptuous and sensual, but Jo had a tight, dark body. Kerri had soft pale skin and Jo's was smooth and tan. Neither of them wore much make up—unlike the other 2 southern girls, who had it caked all over their faces, along with half a can a hair spray stuck in their hair. Kerri pinned her blond curls up behind her head, leaving a few of them dangling down around her face.
I couldnt imagine saying no to either of them. But when I reached Jo the conversation started flowing again like it had all night. The southern belles just stood around staring at me most of the time, playing games with their eyes. They didnt seem to have much to say.
Jo and I had a beer while she talked about life in arizona and listened to me talk about how bad I wanted to get out of oregon. Her roommate went to The Loon with some other friends and left us the car. It was almost midnight by the time we left. On the way to the car she paused to look up at the setting sun.
I'm really gonna miss that midnight sun. Maybe I'll stick around fer one more sunset, she said.
Yeah, it's beautiful the way it just floats above the horizon all night. I wish I woulda come up earlier in the summer.
Me too, she replied with a smile as she turned and looked into my eyes.
I leaned forward and kissed her—slowly, gently, under the midnight sun. It was a rare form of romance that only alaska could provide.
Katrina and The Rhino
Sex › Chapter 3
He played the answering machine when he got home that night. There was a message from her—something about chicken cordon bleu and a bottle a wine. She had mentioned it before, but he pretended not to remember as he skipped forward to the next message. She had presented it as a dinner of reconciliation. Just because he moved out didnt mean they couldnt still get together and fuck once n a while. He was thinkin the same thing, but not the next day. It was just another attempt at domestic normalcy. She didnt get it. He was only attracted to her because she was abnormal. When he realized it was all an act, he was fuckin outta there.
He cracked open a beer, rolled a joint and kicked back on the couch to watch the final episode of Cheers. It was good to be back in the old bachelor pad. He was looking forward to the comforting predictability of a few beers with the boys, but Tom never came home. He began to get a strange feeling as the night went on. He checked the machine again and realized that someone else had listened to the messages before he got home.
Tom must've checked the answering machine earlier—probly went over there to "console" her. He could see that alright—Rhino's inordinate depravity spread out all over Katrina's fluffy white bed. God, he hated that bed. The mattress was so thick that you sorta floated on top of it. You could never really dig in and fuck the way you wanted. He was glad to be outta there. But Rhino, poor Rhino. That bitch'd get him good. It didnt matter anymore. He hated her fluffy white bed, her smelly perfume, her silicon tits. He never really trusted girls with fake tits anyway—always found it fundamentally deceitful in an odd sorta way.
She was a simple psychotic. Or maybe she was just bored. There was always a certain tension there, burning beneath the surface. He thought it was all just contrived to make her appear more interesting. There was something about the father. She spoke of him with such venom, despite all the money he gave her. She was somewhat deviant sexually. It was implied in her disdain for the father that he might have had something to do with that. Although she didnt appear to have been abused, but merely neglected emotionally by a rich old man who neglected everyone.
She was hopelessly neurotic. No one was denying that. Most people are. It's usually just a matter of how severe it is. He lived with her for a few months. He would've known if there was any serious abuse involved. But she wasnt violent or suicidal. She just got depressed when she didnt get her way. She didnt need to be "institutionalized." She just needed a prozac and someone with a lot more patience than him.
She would usually stay home alone on weekends cleaning obsessively when he didnt take her out—sit around smokin her skinny little cigarettes, thinkin up ways to get back at him. One night he came home drunk to find her smoking in the dark, topless. Actually the only thing she had on were her signature black stockings. She was sitting beside the vacuum, looking down at the floor with a betrayed look in her eyes. Of course they fucked. He didnt even wait for her to finish her usual tantrum—just threw her on the floor next to the vacuum and snapped her garters off. He couldnt resist her long legs, soft white skin and deep auburn hair. Thats exactly how she liked it anyway—rough and tense, with a hint of desperation in the air.
The more tantrums she threw, the more often he went out drinkin with the boys. She started getting jealous of his drinking buddies—said things like: God, I wish I had a cock. Then maybe you'd take me out ta play pool once n a while. Half the time her anger was just contrived to make the sex more intense.
It started to end shortly after it began. But he was not very good at breaking up with girls—usually just pushed them further and further away until there was nothin left to say. One girl called it the cruelest break up she never experienced. Katrina had too much pride for that. The more he avoided her, the more she plotted her revenge.
Luckily he got all his things out of her apartment before it got too bad. But she was a devious bitch. He knew that wouldnt stop her. He didnt really care til he realized Tom was the object of her vengeance. He sensed her whole plan in the minute it took to replay that message. She was with Tom that night. She'd fuck him til she got Taylor's attention. Try to make him feel as bad as he made her feel—maybe even get back together in the end...
Dakota and The Washing Machine
Sex › Chapter 2
She wasnt really a player. She just liked to fuck. Nothing wrong with that. Most people do. It's usually just fear and insecurity that hold them back. Ironically, it is often fear and insecurity that drive them together as well.
He wasnt sure what to think of Dakota at first. It was true that she was only 20 and already had a kid. But that wasnt very uncommon. She didnt act overtly sexual or dress very provocatively. She was a cute girl with soft tan skin, deep green eyes and long strands of light brown hair that were always falling in her face.
She just showed up one day with his roommate Rob before a concert earlier that summer. It was an outdoor, daytime show. There were shrooms involved. Dakota tagged along, though she didnt appear to be with Rob. They all danced around and laughed like old friends. No one fucked anyone that day. Dakota went home after the concert to take care of her kid, and Rob ran off to meet another girl he had been seeing.
Rob acted so casually around Dakota that Taylor didnt think he was really that interested in her. He wasnt sure, but he saw no problem in hanging out with her a few weeks later when she showed up at their place unannounced.
They rented a little house near the university. It was early one saturday evening. Rob was out with another girl. Tom, his other roommate, was away as well. Taylor was just planning to head down to The Bar for a few drinks. But Dakota had a car. And there was a good reggae band playing at a cozy little club near Mount Hood that night.
He knew Rob wasnt fucking Dakota since he announced those sorta things immediately and emphatically In fact, Taylor hadnt even seen them together since the concert. He saw no reason not to let her drive him to Mount Hood. And she saw no reason not to go. She was a very agreeable girl—rarely said no to anything that sounded like fun. That, in the end, was the problem...
They drank a few beers on the way to the show. She luved reggae—played the Bob Marley box set in the car all the way there. She was a sweet girl. But she didnt show any more obvious interest in Taylor than she did in Rob.
They smoked a joint in the car before they went in to see the show. After the first set, and a few shots of tequila, Dakota began to warm up to Taylor. He didnt really have any expectations. He wasnt sure what the rules were with a girl like that. Could he fuck her if it came to that? There didnt seem to be anything between her and Rob yet, but he had met her first and introduced her to Taylor.
It didnt seem quite right to make a move on her, though he was tempted when they went outside to get some air. They walked down a little road in the village til they found a quiet place to smoke a joint. There were thousands of stars hovering above the mountains in the distance. The air was fresh and cool. There wasnt a cloud in the sky.
He stared deep into Dakota's eyes, but he could not, for some reason, bring himself to kiss her. It was the perfect time and place. She had a slightly hazy, almost dazed look in her eyes after the joint. She looked like she might melt if he touched her the right way. He could see himself taking her in his arms out there under the stars—even imagined briefly that they'd go back to the car and fuck in the back seat like kids or something. But still, he could not move.
After a few moments of comfortable silence they went back in to see the rest of the show. All the smoke and tequila and brisk mountain air had changed Dakota's demeanor remarkably. She was a thin girl. The tequila went straight to her head. She swayed around to the deep reggae riddims and eventually fell into Taylor's arms. By the end of the night they were hanging on each other like old luvers—intoxicated by the music, the mountain air, the drugs, the alcohol. But still, he did not kiss her...
She was too fucked up to drive home. He took the wheel, although he was extremely intoxicated as well. He used it as an excuse to stop at a little lake in the hills til they sobered up a bit. It was late. There was no one else around. They laid on the hood of the car, staring at the stars. He was still tentative about kissing her. But she seemed receptive, and it was one of the more romantic settings he could think of for a first kiss.
Eventually his instincts emerged. He would discuss it with Rob when he got back, but he couldnt pass on the opportunity. He rolled over on the hood, took her in his arms and kissed her under the stars. She offered no resistance. They made out like that for 20 or 30 minutes—awkwardly maneuvering around on the hood when Taylor slid his hand up her shirt and snapped open her bra.
He tried to think of a place where they could go and fuck: The back seat? What if some psycho came along? The pad? What if Rob came home? Her place? She lived with her mother and child for god sake. He almost suggested a cheap motel. But still, he just didnt feel right about it.
Very few women are worth risking your best friend for. And the ones who are wouldnt ask you to take the risk. They'd be right by your side when you all sat down to discuss the dilemma like adults. It isnt really that complicated. Falling for your best friend's girl isnt a sin. Lying about it is...
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