Page 19 of The River in Spring
“Yes.”
Alert the media! No. I need to act like that wasn’t the best news of the world.Be cool!
“We’ll swing by your house and get your things.”
“Don’t have to. I’ll have them with me. I’m going to be naked ninety percent of the time anyway. I won’t need much.”
The world stops spinning. And somewhere the male angels in my crew shout a hallelujah and fist bump all around.
“Dream a little dream of me,” she says as we end the conversation.
As if I would do anything else.
The last eighteen hours have passed like a snail crawling on cold cement. Like a sloth climbing a tree. Like me knowing I’m about to have sex with the most desirable woman I’ve ever known. Time is moving slow as fuck.
I have never been so ready. Not the first time I had sex, or even as a boy dreaming of things outside his reach. My dick has now become speaker of the house.
“Where are you?” I say, scanning the area outside baggage claim.
Talking to the air has become more common lately. Before I left the house, I said excuse me to King Kong when I accidentally stepped on the toy. Maudie looked at me like I was crazy. I blame it on distraction that won’t be denied. If ever a female was distracting, it’s Dove.
I spot her as she comes out the wide glass doors, blonde hair gleaming in the sunlight. Those jeans look like she was sewn into them, hugging beautiful curves. Syrup on pancakes close. It’s the opposite of the airy loose blouse that hints at treasures just underneath. It’s not exactly see through, but close. A deep V allows for a peek inside I bet. If you were at the right angle. Those are nipples I sort of see, areolas too. At least a shadow of them. Implying she is braless. Get your ass in the car so I can confirm my suspicions.
Two of the band members are with her. That Tony guy puts a bejeweled hand on her back and they exchange cheek kisses. I don’t like him. A familiarity hints at a back story. But I have no idea if it’s an old lover or just a friend. Fucker. Just in case he has designs on rekindling a romance, I am keeping an eye out. The Invisible Man is watching you, dude.
Now Jimmy seems like a standup guy. He’s the one who writes songs with her. As far as I can see he’s the quiet one. Like me. His goodbye is more in the friend zone. There are no kisses from him. Just a pat on her shoulder before walking away. The judge inside me bangs the gavel. I’ll allow it.
As they walk off, Dove turns and spots the car. A wide smile lifts perfectly shaped lips. She runs to me as I put the car in Park and get out. Arms encircle each other. There are no words, just eyes speaking volumes. You would think we were lovers separated for years. With her face in my hands, I run my thumb over her full bottom lip. I take the long-awaited kiss.
Everything other than the two of us fades. The tired kid screaming for his mother, and the announcement over the loudspeaker. Travelers waiting to be picked up by friends become a misty backdrop. There’s only her mouth against mine, and the feeling of a consequential piece of life falling into place.
“I’ve just been kissed for the first time.”
Wood lit. Bonfire.
“Let’s get out of here.”
A half hour and a thousand feelings later we are well on our way. Highway 15 never seemed so fucking long. Somehow the road has lengthened overnight. Like a giant picked it up and stretched it just to piss me off. The illusion seems real. Just my dick’s luck to be stuck behind an old van. It scales the elevation like an overweight mountain climber with bad vision.Come on, people!
I make a quick decision to change lanes. Passing the slow as shit car in front of us reveals a happy family of five. They’re actually singing to some upbeat unheard song. Three kids in the backseat seem to know the lyrics. Hand signals accompany the music. Being pissed at their speed proves my faulty reasoning. Lust has invaded the thought process, pushing aside better angels.
“Are we almost there?” She says it like a kid approaching Disneyland.
Enthusiasm is appreciated. It’s what I’m feeling too.
“Five minutes more,” I say, looking at her face. “Have I mentioned how beautiful you are?”
“No.” She grins.
“Well it’s true.”
“Want a little preview?” An eyebrow raises for emphasis.
My dick weighs in its unanimous consent.
“God yes.”
Pink painted fingers roll up the hem of the blouse. Slowly. While she hums the stripper’s theme song. Fuck, it’s got me mesmerized. Bronzed skin, flat stomach. Oh, a belly chain. That’s hot as hell. My hand reaches out and jiggles the delicate golden chain. Just a few more inches until the big reveal.
