Page 58 of Road Trip
She shrugged. “A little. They’ve covered a lot of mileage,” she said with a little laugh.
I lifted her up and sat her on the barrel in front of us. She giggled and smiled down at me. We were out of the light at this point and the line was moving again, but strangely neither of us seemed interested in moving. Slowly she bent down to kiss me, and I pulled back a little.
“I’m worried you might catch something from the water. There could be parasites, you just don’t know.”
“Goddammit, Kelly, kiss me.” She tugged, and I went for it. She was a little higher than me sitting this way, and I loved the angle. My hands went around and grabbed her bottom hard, pulling her closer to me. Her legs wrapped around my chest and I wished she were wearing another dress tonight, although what I had in mind would surely get us kicked out of the park, if not banned for life. Instead, I nibbled at her breasts through her shirt until she was cursing in a low voice.
“I so want you to fuck me right now, Kelly. How am I going to wait? I want you so bad, baby.”
I wanted her, just as bad. “I promise you, doll, when we get to Vegas, you can have me however you want me. I may not be as experienced as you’d like, but the thoughts going through my mind right now ought to keep us busy for at least a day or so.” I ran my hand up the inside of her thigh and the heat coming off her had me so hard for her. Knowing that we weren’t done exploring each other, that we’d been given a reprieve in this trip to Vegas, made us both a little more comfortable with each other. We weren’t saying goodbye. We were saying “until we meet again.” We kissed like that until we heard the thunder of feet on the path announcing more ride goers.
“Guess that’s our cue,” she said, putting her arms around my neck so I could help her down. She climbed the stairs in front of me and the sway of her hips had my knees buckling. When she got to the top, she turned around and caught my lascivious stare.
“You’ll have to put that in your spank bank.”
I coughed out a laugh. She had no idea. If nothing else came of our tryst, you could bet my bank was overflowing with thoughts of her.
The ride did indeed dry me off. The third and fourth times we went on it made sure I was dry, and the fifth was because we obviously didn’t want our adventure to end. We walked slowly, more like dragged our feet, back to the downtown area.
There was a guitar player singing Elvis tunes and I stopped her. I held out my hand to her and asked, “May I have this dance?”
She smiled shyly and looked around a little. It was just after ten-thirty. Parents were dragging exhausted kids back to their hotels for the night and couples were headed into the bars. Abra took my hand, and I pulled her into my dance space just as the guy started crooning “Can’t Help Falling in Love.” It was a magical moment as we danced next to a fountain together, our eyes focused on each other.
