can’t spend more time with you this evening.”
Kiss me! Kiss me!
“I just needed a couple of hours with
you. Seeing your beautiful face in person should pacify me for the rest of the
evening.”
KISS ME!
He opens the passenger door and I look at
him with my eyes bugging out of my head. I’m sending telepathic thoughts to his
brain and his dick, with no luck, so I give up and climb inside. Damn.
Good
job, Div. Why the fuck didn’t YOU kiss him? Dumbass.
The Cherokee slides on the dirt and
gravel, the wheels spinning and skidding, dust forming giant storm clouds, and
me holding onto the ‘shit handle’ for dear life. You know, the handle above the
passenger side door. The one people hold onto in tight turns or on high-speed
chases when they yell oh shit!
He parks in front of his place and as
promised, I’m allowed to pick one of the two bags of books to take home.
Yippee! I feel like I just stepped off the bus from grammar school and my
mother agrees I can have a snack before dinner. One cookie, Divine. Just one.
I miss her. I don’t want to think about
her right now. Not on this date.
Dan surrenders the books as we reach my
front stoop, and then he places both hands in his front pockets and starts to
whistle a tune that reminds me of the theme song to the Andy Griffith show.
Classic, old school, happy-go-lucky, all-American, whistling.
“Well, good night, Div,” he says, with no
indication of stepping forward, or an inkling of a kiss, or even another date.
Instead, he takes a step back then turns and moves toward his place. What’s
going on? I’m lagging here... his thoughts, his actions; I always know what’s
coming in a relationship, but not tonight.
“Wait, hold on,” I call after him.
“Nothing happened.”
We meet on the sidewalk, directly between
our two homes.
I put my palms up in a what gives gesture. “I don’t get it.
Nothing’s happening. Isn’t something supposed to go down?”
“What? Like a good old-fashioned orgy?”
he laughs. “You want me to kidnap you or smack you around a few times? I
suppose we could go inside and fuck, but that would seem too planned since
we’re standing here talking about it. And I mentioned I’m not a wounded man,
not in need of saving. They seem to be everywhere these days. So, you’re right,
nothing happened. So what?”
“Yeah, but a kiss? A kiss is something,
not nothing.”
He grins and holds the side of my neck in
his hand while his thumb brushes along my cheek. I close my eyes, nestling into
his soft skin while we both exhale.
“Div,” he whispers with a finger on my
lips. “From what I can tell, you’re not the type of woman who wants our first
kiss to be at the top of a hill that overlooks the city, or on your front
stoop, or even on this sidewalk under the stars. Those moments, this moment,
they all seem too predictable, too simple, too 1980s John Hughes teen romance.
Those are the kisses you get from a high school lover when you’re a virgin.”
He’s wrong. Men are so fucking stupid.
“Fine,” I say and do a quick U-turn to my
place. “But I’ll have you know I shaved today!” I call back as I approach my
steps. “And I’m not talking about my legs. My vag is smooth as a baby’s bottom
and if you wait too long it’s gonna turn into a porcupine!” I shut my door and
laugh then open it to see he’s still standing in the same spot. “Oh, and Dan.
Thank you. I really did have a nice time.”
Shut the door. Lock the door. Smile
behind the door. Phew. That was fun. I wonder if that was Violet speaking or
me? It felt like me, but sometimes it’s hard to tell.
Dan’s gonna jerk off tonight; I just know
it. I bet his pants will be down in less than five minutes after he gets
inside, and I want to watch. I want to sneak over and look in the window, but
I’m going to be nice and give him a little privacy this evening.
I race upstairs, slide out of my
ultra-slim-too-tight-non-breathable-skinny-mini jeans, grab my
Kiss me! Kiss me!
“I just needed a couple of hours with
you. Seeing your beautiful face in person should pacify me for the rest of the
evening.”
KISS ME!
He opens the passenger door and I look at
him with my eyes bugging out of my head. I’m sending telepathic thoughts to his
brain and his dick, with no luck, so I give up and climb inside. Damn.
Good
job, Div. Why the fuck didn’t YOU kiss him? Dumbass.
The Cherokee slides on the dirt and
gravel, the wheels spinning and skidding, dust forming giant storm clouds, and
me holding onto the ‘shit handle’ for dear life. You know, the handle above the
passenger side door. The one people hold onto in tight turns or on high-speed
chases when they yell oh shit!
He parks in front of his place and as
promised, I’m allowed to pick one of the two bags of books to take home.
Yippee! I feel like I just stepped off the bus from grammar school and my
mother agrees I can have a snack before dinner. One cookie, Divine. Just one.
I miss her. I don’t want to think about
her right now. Not on this date.
Dan surrenders the books as we reach my
front stoop, and then he places both hands in his front pockets and starts to
whistle a tune that reminds me of the theme song to the Andy Griffith show.
Classic, old school, happy-go-lucky, all-American, whistling.
“Well, good night, Div,” he says, with no
indication of stepping forward, or an inkling of a kiss, or even another date.
Instead, he takes a step back then turns and moves toward his place. What’s
going on? I’m lagging here... his thoughts, his actions; I always know what’s
coming in a relationship, but not tonight.
“Wait, hold on,” I call after him.
“Nothing happened.”
We meet on the sidewalk, directly between
our two homes.
I put my palms up in a what gives gesture. “I don’t get it.
Nothing’s happening. Isn’t something supposed to go down?”
“What? Like a good old-fashioned orgy?”
he laughs. “You want me to kidnap you or smack you around a few times? I
suppose we could go inside and fuck, but that would seem too planned since
we’re standing here talking about it. And I mentioned I’m not a wounded man,
not in need of saving. They seem to be everywhere these days. So, you’re right,
nothing happened. So what?”
“Yeah, but a kiss? A kiss is something,
not nothing.”
He grins and holds the side of my neck in
his hand while his thumb brushes along my cheek. I close my eyes, nestling into
his soft skin while we both exhale.
“Div,” he whispers with a finger on my
lips. “From what I can tell, you’re not the type of woman who wants our first
kiss to be at the top of a hill that overlooks the city, or on your front
stoop, or even on this sidewalk under the stars. Those moments, this moment,
they all seem too predictable, too simple, too 1980s John Hughes teen romance.
Those are the kisses you get from a high school lover when you’re a virgin.”
He’s wrong. Men are so fucking stupid.
“Fine,” I say and do a quick U-turn to my
place. “But I’ll have you know I shaved today!” I call back as I approach my
steps. “And I’m not talking about my legs. My vag is smooth as a baby’s bottom
and if you wait too long it’s gonna turn into a porcupine!” I shut my door and
laugh then open it to see he’s still standing in the same spot. “Oh, and Dan.
Thank you. I really did have a nice time.”
Shut the door. Lock the door. Smile
behind the door. Phew. That was fun. I wonder if that was Violet speaking or
me? It felt like me, but sometimes it’s hard to tell.
Dan’s gonna jerk off tonight; I just know
it. I bet his pants will be down in less than five minutes after he gets
inside, and I want to watch. I want to sneak over and look in the window, but
I’m going to be nice and give him a little privacy this evening.
I race upstairs, slide out of my
ultra-slim-too-tight-non-breathable-skinny-mini jeans, grab my
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