As promised he called when he got off work and we arranged to meet to move his car.
I got there before him but he called to say he was only 10 minutes away. I was standing beside my car when he pulled in. He saw me and smiled, flashing me a peace symbol. (Who gives a peace symbol in 1999?)
Oh well, no one’s perfect.
He pulled up, rolled down his window, and immediately started apologizing for being late. I couldn’t help notice his bare chest, he was wearing the same black leather jacket, with only the bottom snap done up. I knew I was staring but couldn’t pull my gaze away, slightly tanned, just a bit of curly chest hair and a 6 pack. I am sure my mouth was hanging open.
He followed my gaze, and casually shrugged, “Oh……my shirt got dirty at work today so I took it off.”
I felt my cheeks getting warm, a tingling in my stomach that radiated down between my legs, I could feel myself getting wet.
I am sure I looked like a lobotomy patient and the voice in my head kept telling me to close my mouth before I started to drool.
He grinned, (he knew the effect he was having on me) jumped out of the car and said he needed something out of the trunk. I forced myself to look anywhere but at his chest, I actually feared I might reach out and touch him. When he turned his back to me, I rolled my eyes and almost laughed out loud, DAMN!! (His jeans were ripped revealing the boy went commando.)
To myself “You are done girlfriend. This boy knows exactly what he is doing and you are falling for it! Shame on you! But if I get a chance I am screwing this guy’s brains out.”
An argument started in my head.
Good girl me, “God, get a grip! He knows exactly what he’s doing.”
Bad girl me, “Yeah, so? So do I. He’s making me horny! There! I said it!!”
GGM, “You don’t even know him! And your acting like a school girl with a crush. Have some class! Your embarrassing me!”
BGM, “Oh grow up!! Where did being a good girl get me? I am sick of always being a good girl, behaving myself, being responsible. I want to have fun!”
GGM, “What about STD’s, what about your 40 year old ass?!!”
BGM, “ever heard of condoms? and what’s wrong with my ass? Guys love my ass?”
GGM, “You don’t even know how to put one on a guy!”
BGM, “You know, you are really starting to piss me off. We are all adults here. If I want to screw his brains out, no harm done. I am a big girl. I’ve been married 3 times, maybe I should have just screwed them instead of marrying them. Now, shut up!!”
GGM, “Ok, you might have a point. After all you have gotten your shit together, you are the most confident you’ve ever been. Kris is old enough, he doesn’t a mom any more. It’s your time to fly free. But, I am right here if you need me, don’t do anything stupid.”
BGM, “Shhh, he’s saying something and I totally missed it.”
He was holding the passenger door open for me.
We moved his car, a classic 71 Chevy Sprint.
I have always loved classic cars.
I thought it was rather strange he made a point of telling me he had fully insured both cars for a year. He also told me he had paid his rent in full for the length of the course he was taking. “He is young and trying to show you he’s responsible. That’s a good thing, right?
Don’t over analyze everything!
We stopped so he could buy a 6 pack of coolers, he asked if I would mind just sitting in the car and talking. He felt uncomfortable going in anywhere without a shirt and didn’t have a whole lot of time before he had to run to get the ferry.
We parked behind my car and just talked. Easy, getting to know you type conversation.
Did he have any kids?
Well, to be honest he didn’t know for sure. He had been very much in love with a woman and she got pregnant. He was trucking at the time, but got them an apartment and was looking forward to becoming a dad. She didn’t work, she was alot younger than him, so he was working long hours and coming home to do all the cooking and cleaning but he understood she wasn’t feeling well with the pregnancy.
Then one day he came back from a run to a totally empty apartment and she was gone. Her and her parents had emptied his storage locker of a bunch of priceless treasures he had collected through his years of trucking. She took off and he never saw her again.
He had run into her sister who showed him a picture of the baby. He pulled a tattered picture of a little boy out of his wallet and passed it to me. His eyes filled with tears and I touched his hand. He looked away, as if embarrassed to let me see him cry, and he wiped his eyes. He told me that after she left everyone told him she had been screwing around on him with an ex boyfriend the whole time they were together and it wasn’t his kid.
His voice cracked and he fought back tears as he told me, even though he had been adopted by a great family and had a wonderful childhood it just seemed so unfair that he had been given up for adoption and now his son had been taken from him. He had sworn that he would never give up a child of his.
My heart broke for him, it was unfair. I told him he needed to find her and the child and have a blood test done so he knew for sure.
Finally he said he should really get going, he pulled me close, looked in my eyes and his lips grazed mine, soft, tender, hinting at a passion simmering under the surface that made me almost moan out loud. He whispered that he had never told anyone about his son, but for some reason he felt a connection with me. I felt my seat recline. Again his lips teased mine and my back arched against him. His strong hand slipped down to the small of my back, pressing me against him as his leg slid between my legs.
He kept talking between gentle kisses that grew in intensity taking my breath away; he hadn’t been able to sleep last night, thinking about our kiss. He usually doesn’t on a first date but when I kissed his neck, he couldn’t help himself. (What man doesn’t kiss on a first date?), *Kiss, kissing is so important, *kiss, he was relieved to find out, *kiss, I was a good kisser.
My tongue could not be contained any longer and slid between his lips and was met by his tongue. His hands roaming between my legs, “could he feel how wet I was through my jeans?” up my shirt, “God help me!” I wanted him right there and then, but the good girl me, stopped him, just as his thumb grazed my nipple and my groin pressed against his leg. I moaned.
We were both out of breath as he sat up, then he laughed, “Look at the windows! They’re totally steamed up! Usually I’m not into public displays of affection, I can’t help myself with you.”
He went on about how people must have been walking past knowing what we were doing and we laughed about his ass up against the windshield and how uncomfortable the stick shift was.
He looked at his watch and said, “Shit! I have to go!! I’ll miss my ferry!!”
I kissed him on the cheek and got out. As I was about to close the door I hear him say, “Hey, Babe.”
“Did he just call you Babe?? Hahaha that’s so cheesy!! Babe??! That is so “James Dean-ish”.”
I looked back and he was leaning across the passenger seat, eyes pleading, with his hand out, “Come here for a minute please.”
“I’d really like to cook you supper when I get back on Monday.”
He handed me a piece of paper, “This my mom’s number. My cell doesn’t always work when I’m there. Call me.”
I liked that right from the start he had put the ball in my court by giving me his number. I was sick of guys who asked for my number and didn’t call, in fact I had stopped giving out my number.
I found myself thinking about him a lot; to be honest. I had wanted him so bad in the car and couldn’t recall ever getting that passionate with any man.
But he called me “Babe” on our first date, who does that?
God he was a good kisser!
He wants kids and you can’t have any more kids and don’t want any more kids,
He called when he said he was going to and when he was only 10 minutes late. How considerate.
He holds the door open for you.
God he’s a good kisser!
Did you see his chest??!!!
He gave you a peace symbol!
“STOP ANALYZING! just relax and take it one day at a time!”
“Ok ok. One day at a time”
I had never felt such passion, had never lost control of my body’s response like that. I hadn’t thought that kind of passion actually happened. I thought it only happened in the movies.
It was so intense it scared me but made me crave more. I longed to be out of control and give in to the passion, what would happen if I just gave into it? If I gave up control?
I wanted to know.