Just a really short excerpt

I’ve posted this entire chapter on the blog before — but it was well over a year ago. While editing it today, I just really loved how it flowed and I felt like posting just this short 2-page segment of Chapter 16, from The Guitar Hero Goes Home. There is some sex here but nothing too explicit.

If you are new to the blog — the novel is experimental fiction. The man speaking is 70, a fictional American rock & roll legend in the final year of his life. He has just fallen in love again after his wife was killed in an accident a few years earlier. He and his new girlfriend (who is 50) are having sex in the backseat of a Dodge Hellcat that’s going 200 mph on the freeway at 3am — while the car is being driven by his best friend, George.  (Directly after these 2 pages, the man has his first heart attack.)

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from Chapter 16: The Profane

© 2020 Marilyn Jaye Lewis
Excerpted from The Guitar Hero Goes Home

The road at night is the motion of sex. It is, honey. Even those little girls of mine – I knew what was going on with those two, in that bunk they shared on that bus. All that giggling under the sheets. All that summertime in their heads. I acted like I didn’t know what they were doing. Let them have their once-in-a-lifetime world together, you know? The childhood thrills of everything new. It all goes by so fast. Just so fast.

Even back then, I knew their worlds were flying away from me, seeking their own directions.

Some days, though, it was all just too good. It was impossible to be melancholy. There were fireworks filling the sky at night, every night; falling in that cascade of diamonds and fire. Sometimes that feels like what America is in the summer: Fireworks at night. A boom of noise and the feeling like we’re poised on the edge of something breathless. Bodies alive with promise. With hope – and a little bit of that Eros. No matter how young you are or how old.

All of that is the motion of the road.

When you’re in love. And so happy.

*     *     *

Yeah, it’s called a Hellcat. Expect a fast ride, honey, but don’t expect it to be comfortable. And just hold on.

No, not to me. To the backseat here. Somehow. I don’t know how. Just somehow. Because we’re gonna go – zero to, whoa, sixty in, like, 3 seconds – shit.

*     *     *

 I have no clue what prompted George to lower those windows but it sure is adding to the thrill of this thing. That rush of wind. That cold roar. That feeling like the stars must be exploding out there in that black sky over the freeway because in here, in this backseat with you, honey, the noise, the power, the speed, my cock inside you, and those sounds you’re making. Good lord. Can anything really be this fun? I feel like a goddamn kid again. Jesus.

 *     *     *

When I was a little boy, for the most part the world was a quieter place. Not so much inside my house because you know my dad was a drunk, but the world, just in general. It felt so much more predictable. Even the thrills were quieter, more common place, but still such fun.

Just riding my bike. Or chasing my brother around the yard with that garden hose, spraying ice-cold water on him on a hot summer day. Then learning how to play a guitar. Then playing it for people who liked to hear me play. Hell, even smoking a cigarette back then – it was a thrill, because I was just a kid, getting away with something I knew I wasn’t supposed to do.

Then standing back in all my shyness, watching the girls go by; that thrill turned into something mighty, I can tell you. It propelled me out into the world and gave me something to strive for. To leave home for. My girl and my guitar – out into the world we went.

It was almost all about the sex then. The music and the sex. Music first; sex a very, very close second. You almost couldn’t see the difference, some nights. We were just so young.

*     *     *

 Look at me, honey. Just let me look into your eyes. Who knows when we might get a thrill like this again? So much of life is already behind us. In that rearview mirror, don’t you see? Images to remember now; not to be truly felt anymore. Let’s take this one moment. Let me see your face, alive with life, with lust, with urgency and grace. Your eyes that I will never forget; the beauty in them that I will take with me to that higher place.

What is it about making love with you – about fucking you so hard – that makes me want to carry your beauty inside me forever, sear the sight of your face into my memory for all time?

My cock going in you. You’re so wet – it takes over. It just takes over.

Hold tight to me, honey. This is a fast car. Such a fast car. We will catch tomorrow at this speed and I don’t want to miss the thrill of you coming with me while I’ve got you in my arms.

© 2020 Marilyn Jaye Lewis
Excerpted from The Guitar Hero Goes Home

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