their purchases carefully, deliberating if they should buy that extra box of cereal or not. Or should thy just settle for more of the bent cans, now that they were on special? Or maybe they should —Get out! Rebekah wanted to scream at them. But instead she ignored their conversation, not out of patience, but because it gave her the moment to meet Nick’s eyes again. We touch without touching, she reflected. And when we do touch . . . she had very little to go on but, to her innocent mind, it seemed immense.
Finally the women decided on the extra cans of tuna and paid. After the screen door slammed behind them, Rebekah took a few tentative steps and stood in front of the counter, doe-eyed and unable to speak. Presently, Nick took two strides with his long legs and was before her. Not touching , not yet. Just letting his gaze wash over her. She took in every detail of him, his contrasting silkiness, hardness, and smoothness. His breath was warm and she detected the hint of soap and aftershave. English soap. She recognized the smell. Once, on a stocking trip with Leah, she had picked up a box of English soap, held it to her nose and inhaled deeply. The smell of the English . Then she hastily put it back before Leah could notice. Scented soaps were not for the Amish. She recognized that faint scent on Nick now. It was such a contrast to the Amish who only bathed once a week. By Saturday night, Amish men in particular reeked ripely, especially in the summer months.
He handed her the flower. “I’ve been thinking of you.”
It was all she could do to breathe, being mesmerized by his eyes. It seemed that everything poured out like honey: thick, slow, and sweet. She reached up to skim his jaw with her fingertips. His skin was warm and moist. He swallowed, timid for a moment, then moistened his lips which parted in a half smile. Placing a hand on each side of her head, he bent his face to meet hers.
The kiss came, at first a brush on the side of her mouth, then centering and sweeping fully, tenderly, opening his lips to take in hers. First the upper lip, then the lower, then both at once. Rebekah’s eyes closed so as to take in only the unbearable exquisiteness that was his mouth. A sigh escaped her. Her lips moved with his softly, then more ardently as his arms came around and, pulling at the small of her back, drew her closer to him. Then, his tongue tasted her lips, briefly. She returned the action, and he opened his mouth, delicately grazing her tongue with his.
It was kerosene to flame. A surge of fire sparked through Rebekah, causing a roar in her head. Unconsciously dropping the rose, Rebekah threw her arms around him, catching him tightly. Locked in their embrace, Nick moved forward, pushing Rebekah back into the counter, pressing into her, hugging her with his whole body. At once feeling his hardness digging into her abdomen, an unexpected, tremendous surge of heat welled up in her and settled in her thighs, her pelvis and her breasts. She became aware of her nipples erect and rubbing against the fabric of her dress. An alien need now was deliciously welling up inside of her. Nick continued to kiss her. The heat in her pelvis intensified, collecting now in the area between her legs. Moisture—sweat?— trickled down her inner thigh. Unconsciously, her hips tilted forward as she rose up to meet his kisses. He pressed, rubbed into her hips and then quietly withdrew.
Rebekah, panting, reached out for him. He stepped forward again, this time bussing her softly, short sweet pecks on her lips. Then he stepped away again and drew a breath. He stooped to pick up her rose, and placed it in in her hand, kissing her hand at the same time. Then he flashed her a grin and said, “I’ve been thinking about you.” And then he was gone.
Rebekah stood as if paralyzed for several moments . Did that just happen ?
She
Finally the women decided on the extra cans of tuna and paid. After the screen door slammed behind them, Rebekah took a few tentative steps and stood in front of the counter, doe-eyed and unable to speak. Presently, Nick took two strides with his long legs and was before her. Not touching , not yet. Just letting his gaze wash over her. She took in every detail of him, his contrasting silkiness, hardness, and smoothness. His breath was warm and she detected the hint of soap and aftershave. English soap. She recognized the smell. Once, on a stocking trip with Leah, she had picked up a box of English soap, held it to her nose and inhaled deeply. The smell of the English . Then she hastily put it back before Leah could notice. Scented soaps were not for the Amish. She recognized that faint scent on Nick now. It was such a contrast to the Amish who only bathed once a week. By Saturday night, Amish men in particular reeked ripely, especially in the summer months.
He handed her the flower. “I’ve been thinking of you.”
It was all she could do to breathe, being mesmerized by his eyes. It seemed that everything poured out like honey: thick, slow, and sweet. She reached up to skim his jaw with her fingertips. His skin was warm and moist. He swallowed, timid for a moment, then moistened his lips which parted in a half smile. Placing a hand on each side of her head, he bent his face to meet hers.
The kiss came, at first a brush on the side of her mouth, then centering and sweeping fully, tenderly, opening his lips to take in hers. First the upper lip, then the lower, then both at once. Rebekah’s eyes closed so as to take in only the unbearable exquisiteness that was his mouth. A sigh escaped her. Her lips moved with his softly, then more ardently as his arms came around and, pulling at the small of her back, drew her closer to him. Then, his tongue tasted her lips, briefly. She returned the action, and he opened his mouth, delicately grazing her tongue with his.
It was kerosene to flame. A surge of fire sparked through Rebekah, causing a roar in her head. Unconsciously dropping the rose, Rebekah threw her arms around him, catching him tightly. Locked in their embrace, Nick moved forward, pushing Rebekah back into the counter, pressing into her, hugging her with his whole body. At once feeling his hardness digging into her abdomen, an unexpected, tremendous surge of heat welled up in her and settled in her thighs, her pelvis and her breasts. She became aware of her nipples erect and rubbing against the fabric of her dress. An alien need now was deliciously welling up inside of her. Nick continued to kiss her. The heat in her pelvis intensified, collecting now in the area between her legs. Moisture—sweat?— trickled down her inner thigh. Unconsciously, her hips tilted forward as she rose up to meet his kisses. He pressed, rubbed into her hips and then quietly withdrew.
Rebekah, panting, reached out for him. He stepped forward again, this time bussing her softly, short sweet pecks on her lips. Then he stepped away again and drew a breath. He stooped to pick up her rose, and placed it in in her hand, kissing her hand at the same time. Then he flashed her a grin and said, “I’ve been thinking about you.” And then he was gone.
Rebekah stood as if paralyzed for several moments . Did that just happen ?
She
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