Excerpt from: The Makings of Mariam

The Makings of Mariam


The moment Eli set his eyes on Mariam she felt her lips quiver. Of course, no one could see this, but Mariam felt the quiver and immediately crossed her legs. She thought if she left her legs a part she would shamelessly part them for him in front of everyone. She stared at him as he walked towards her and she didn’t cut her stare. For each step he took towards her, she felt her heart beating faster, body getting warmer, and her panties getting wetter. She hoped that he would take a turn and walk left or right of her, but he stopped right in front of her and said “why is such a pretty girl sitting alone…do you want to join me in a game of checkers?”. Mariam opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. Eli chuckled and held his hand out. Mariam took hold of his hand and followed him across the gymnasium.

It was a long walk to the checkerboard. She knew he could feel how nervous she was. She felt gross and unworthy. Her hands were sweating and her heartbeat could be felt in her palm. She trailed behind him, still gripping his strong hand. Eli glanced back a few times and offered her the most charming smile. Mariam was sure there was a trail of liquid that escaped from her patties but she was too embarrassed to look back. Eli set the board up and said with a devilish smile, “show me what ya got”. Mariam made a conscious decision not to beat him at checkers. She didn’t fully understand the power struggle between man and woman, but she knew that girls were supposed to be dumber than boys. So she purposefully lost two games in a row. Eli said “I think you are losing on purpose, come with me”. Eli looked for the camp counselors, and they were all huddled in a circle shooting craps. Eli grabbed Mariam by the hand and led her behind the bleachers.

Eli pinned Mariam against the wall and kissed her hard. He did this until she finally parted her lips. When she did this, he slipped his tongue in her mouth and worked every possible angle. She did not understand what was going on, but allowed him to do whatever he wanted. Eli placed her hand on his jeans and she knew the stiffness was similar to the wetness she had developed, but Eli didn’t appear to be embarrassed at all. In fact, he appeared to be proud. He said “take it out”, and Mariam hesitated, looking over at the edge of the bleachers. He said, “no one even knows we are back here, take it out and I promise to make you feel good”. Mariam nervously unzipped his pants, and reached beyond his underwear. What she laid her hand on seemed unreal. It was flesh, throbbing, and hot. She barely pulled on it and out sprung from his pants was a handsome, slightly foreign object. Eli said “don’t act like you never seen one before...do you want to suck it?” She nodded no, and Eli said “then we can jump right to it”. Eli lifted her dress and pulled her panties aside. Realizing that she had crossed the threshold of childhood and adulthood, she wasn’t sure if she should scream for help or remain quiet so as not to spoil feeling good. So she closed her eyes and prayed that Eli: would not hurt her.

He whispered in her ear “I won’t hurt you, just relax and let me get it in”. And get it in is just what he did. Eli would kiss on her neck and move back to kissing her in and on the mouth. With an odd mix of pleasure and pain, Mariam felt more alive than ever. She was doing things with her body that she had only executed on the dance floor. She would shift to being embarrassed by her actions but Eli would just smile at her until the embarrassment melted away. At one point, Eli picked her up and pressed her back up against the wall, he slowly lowered her down on him, and she thought she was going to faint from the sensation. It was at this moment that Delphi was conceived. Eli delivered three hard thrust to Mariam’s body and covered her mouth with his hand. The heat from her breath on his hand encouraged him to deliver two more thrusts and he leaned into her with a chaotic spasm laced with exhaustion.

Mariam pushed him away so she could catch her breath and stand on her feet. She was wetter now that she was before. The child in her felt used, and the women in her felt new. She squatted down while Eli fixed his clothes. Eli said he would walk from behind the bleachers first, to make sure no one sees him, and told Mariam to wait a few minutes before she came from behind the bleachers. Mariam watched him walk away knowing that she didn’t fully understand what just happen, but Eli knew. She waited more than a few minutes before she came from behind the bleachers. She didn’t want to walk, but somehow she managed to do so without any signs that she had been fucked.

-Badilisho
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