Little Emo Boy

A little old woman stood distressed on the street corner. She had no idea how she was going to cross such a busy intersection on her own. The high school just down the road had let out for the day, and she hoped some nice young people would help her. However, she soon found out that this was no simple wish.1

Several young men and women wearing bright, stylish clothes and laughing in a small group brushed right past her, not giving a second look. Then, a boy and girl sporting chains and multi-colored hair went by. The girl looked at the old woman for a few lingering seconds, but made no attempt to help.2

Over and over again, this happened. No one would stop to help the poor old lady cross the street. And each time, she became more and more sad and hopeless. Just when she thought it would do almost as good to walk into the middle of traffic, she heard a young man’s voice behind her.3

“Would you like some help getting across, ma’am?”4

With a brightened face, she looked up to see who had the meek, yet helpful voice. The young man had on a dark hooded sweatshirt and jeans. A simple little chain hung from his pocket to hook onto a beltloop and a one-strap pack was slung across his torso. Shaggy haircut and sad eyes completed one of the few newer styles the little old lady could name. This young man was most definitely emo.5

“Yes, child,” she beamed. “I’ve been trying to get across for a half hour now, and I’m sure Mr. PawPaw my cat is hungry.”6

He nodded slightly and the old lady stuck her elbow out for him. Casually he took it and began to ease her through the traffic. Once they got to the other side, his chivalry didn’t end there. The young emo boy kindly walked her all the way home as she talked about her cat and her garden. When they reached her ivy-covered house, the old woman walked through the gate and turned back to him.7

“You’re such a kind little emo boy,” she cooed. “You’ll be rewarded greatly one day.”8

With that she was gone. Scuttling off down the little walk and disappearing into her house.9

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“Whatever,” the emo teenager thought sadly as the woman walked away. He knew these days kind acts weren’t rewarded like they used to be. The only real reason he had helped her was because some sappy notion of it being the right thing to do plagued him until he went over to her. And now he had to walk all the way back to that corner to get home. It was no big deal though, he could revel in the fact that at least he was still a decent human being.11

Even if that didn’t really matter to anyone else.12

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Later on that night, the emo boy lie awake in bed, moonlight seeping into his room. And he pondered his own loneliness, how the world was messed up, what was wrong with him, and why everyone he ever cared about managed to break his heart. Self-pity sucked, but it seemed to be the only thing he had.14

He eventually turned over to go to sleep, closing his eyes and praying for sweet dreams. Suddenly, as he was on the verge of slumber, he heard a fluttering melodic voice say “Little emo boy…”15

He shot up in bed, but what he saw froze him in an instant. The most beautiful girl he had ever seen stood next to his open window, naked with only her long dark hair to cover her breasts. She held a candle in its holder which made part of her dance with the flickering flame and part of her glow like the moon.16

“Who are you,” he managed to choke out after moments of awestruck staring.17

The girl smiled demurely, looking at him through her eyelashes. “I don’t have a human name. I’m what youwould call a fairy.”18

He was too stunned to argue with her and something inside told him he had no right to. No normal girl could appear so suddenly, could look so beautiful, so natural. Almost afraid to speak again, fearing his voice might shatterd the wonderful stillness, he whispered, “Why are you here?”19

She smiled again and his heart skipped a few beats. “The old woman told me about your kindness this afternoon, how you were the only one who had helped her.”20

He gulped hard as she moved toward him, setting the candle on his bedstand and sitting on the edge of his mattress. She took his hands in her own and stared into his eyes. “That woman is very dear to me and I am very grateful to you. I told her once that chivalry died with the last medieval knight. You might have proven me wrong.”21

Her eyes were ageless, and he could almost believe they had seen the death of the knight she spoke of. But her body was that of a young woman his own age, soft and curved, begging to be touched.22

Suddenly, he eyes turned from him, her face fluching and a small smile gracing her lips. “You’re enjoying the sight of me.”23

He was confused for a moment, then realized what she meant. Blushing badly, he tried to cover his erection as he stammered apologetically “I…I’m…”24

Her fingertips pressed against his lips, quieting him. They stayed that way for a moment or two, until her hand slid down, brushing his chin and neck and restnig in the midle of his chest as she leaned forward. With her lips just a heartbeat from his, she whispered “Take pleasure in the touch as well.”25

Then his lips were upon her, and he had to admit, the touch was as wonderful as the sight. She tasted sweet, wild, and he grabbed her closer to taste more. His fingers wound gently through her hair, the fingertips of the other hands inching along her skin. Was this the reward the old woman had promised him? If so , then it was the best he’d ever heard of.26

Stopping for breath, she pulled away from him and for a second he thought the night was over. But then she leaned up and blew out the candle she had set aside. Then, with a soft little giggle, she slid back into his arms.27

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His was the spirit of discovery. Never having been with a woman before, he savored every reaction her body made to his. Special attention was paid to the hardening of her nipples against his gentle fingers and the way she trembled as he kissed her inner thighs. It seemed as though she wordlessly guided him to all the hidden places where pleasure lay in wait.29

Kneeling between her legs, he used his thumbs to part her outer folds of skin. He noted how this made her quiver as well. Yet, when his lips and tongue started to explore, he heard her gasp and she arched her back hard. The more he tasted her, the more she squirmed and moaned. It became almost too much to bear and soon he was leaning over her, nudging himself at her opening.30

She dragged him down for a kiss and wrapped her legs around his waist. This caused the very tip of him to slip inside her and he quaked and groaned into her mouth. Her soft responsive moan and the squeaze of her thighs on his hips had him thrusting deep inside her. Her body rocked with his movements, her fingers gripping his shoulders from behind as he leaned down to kiss and nibble her neck and collarbone.31

The touches and thrusts continued and built up until they both came hard, crying out at the pleasure. Breathing hard with the moon lighting up their sweat-slick bodies, they smiled at each other. Soft lovers’ smiles, as he rolled to his side, holding her hps around his midsection, pulling her closer. His hands roamed her body slowly, softly, his face nuzzled just beneath her chin. And he dozed that way for sometime, feeling her fingers comb through his hair.32

Just as he was teetering on the edge of sleep, he heard her whisper “The reward for your kindness has not even begun.”33

Her lips brushed across his forehead. “You will know love, little emo boy, like you’ve never known before. The lasting kind you’ve always wanted.”34

Even as he drifted into sleep, he thought he had already found it. And he had peaceful dreams like he had prayed for.35

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The next morning, he awoke to a painful surprise. The moonlit fairy wasn’t there. At first he thought it might have been a dream. A very realistic, graphic drea,. The best dream ever. And how disappointing to find it wasn’t real. But it got worse. Because when he got up and dressed, he noticed something on his bedside table. Little drops of white wax told him it had been no dream. And it felt like his heart had been crushed. She had promised him love, and she was gone.37

He was distracted by these thoughts all day at school, especially when there was an open window he could stare out of. That’s exactly what he was doing in the back of his art class when the teacher tried to get everyone’s attention.38

“Class, class,” she called until everyone sufficiently quieted. “We have a new student joining us.”39

Though he didn’t really care, the emo boy looked up out of habit. What he saw caused his eyes to widen in surprise. It was his moonlit fairy! She stood beautiful and timid as when he saw her the night before, only fully clothed.40

“Her name is Fae,” the teacher continued. “And she’s just moved here to live with her grandmother. Please try to help her get around her new surroundings.”41

The teacher motioned the girl to find a seat and she moved down through the rows. The emo boy eagerly watched her walking in his direction. He was expecting her to say something, to smile at him, something. To his dismay, she took the open seat next to him without even acknowledging his presence. In that instant, he realized this girl may look like his fairy-lover, but was a a different person. Still, he couldn’t stop staring, absently wondering in the new girl would act like the fairy under his touch.42

“Do I know you from somewhere?”43

The shook out of his daze, realizing the girl had been talking to him. “Huh?”44

“It’s just,” she started to say, the giggled, a sound that made him ache. “You seem familiar, like I’ve met you before. I know, it sounds crazy.”45

“No,” he shook his head. “No, I get that same feeling about you.”46

She smiled softly, looking away with a blush. “You’re staring.”47

“I…” he began to apologize, but changed his mind. “You’re very beautiful.”48

Her ventured to look at his through her eyelashes and he smiled. “I’m sorry, but I didn’t catch your name.”49

“It’s Fae,” she answered quietly.50

“Fae?” He tried to remember where he had heard that before. Some kind of history, no mythology…When it clicked in his head everything else came into place. “Fairy?”51

Fae’s eyes widened in delight. “You know what my name means?”52

A big, warm smile spread her face, a smile of a new beginning. And his heart skipped a few beats.53