Death to the Couple by Kevin Tosca

Sep 26 2013

Sofi heard them before she saw them. It was easy to hear and see them because he hadn’t closed the door. Ivan never closed the door. The woman was on his lap, bouncing there, her big unruly tits steadied in his hands, the areolae darker, triple the size of Sofi’s own, and Sofi could see the small jellyfish tattoo beneath the woman’s belly button, the kind of image that would have been a mistake, and then a badge, the hair below it destined to remind her lovers of seaweed.

Ivan’s eyes were blocked by the woman’s head and neck. The woman’s eyes were clenched and distant and satisfied.

Sofi turned around and walked to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. She stared out the window at nothing in particular.

When they finally joined her in the kitchen, Ivan made the introductions. The woman’s name was Jennifer. Jennifer was pretty and timid and polite. Jennifer declined both water and wine. Jennifer said, “No, thank you,” to a snack. Jennifer said she had to be going.

But before Jennifer went, Sofi told them both about her day, told them her news, the news she had been waiting for, working for, hoping for, and Ivan, it was easy to tell, was becoming as excited as she was, and proud, and Jennifer too, Jennifer seemed happy for her, seemed capable of care, and Sofi appreciated that, that choice of his, and then Jennifer left the apartment, and when Jennifer was gone Ivan embraced Sofi with all of his warmth and affection, and later, after a celebratory glass of champagne and some cheese, they went to their bed, the same bed where Jennifer had been, comforter still rumpled, and Sofi wanted to be fucked like he had fucked Jennifer, and they did that, and Sofi thought about Jennifer’s body while they did, her big breasts, her nipples, her silly-cute tattoo and the hair below it, and it turned Sofi on, thinking about all that and the warmth and the pleasure and the passing happiness and comfort and knowledge Jennifer had given to him, and maybe would again.

Kevin Tosca’s stories have appeared in FleetingLitroMore Said Than DoneThe Bicycle ReviewThe MacGuffin and elsewhere. He lives in France. His published work can be found at

No responses yet

Leave a Reply