pointing out the bathroom when she gave me a playful slap on the butt and said, “Come on, get to the good part. Where’s the bedroom?”
We found ourselves in the bedroom, suddenly naked, on the bed, wrapped up, moving all over each other like wild animals. It was quick but intense and wonderful. Thank God I got rid of that twin-size bed!
“So, do you like the bedroom?” I asked her, rubbing her bare belly.
“I don’t know. I didn’t really look,” she laughed.
After some random pillow talk and more laughter, we got dressed. She stepped into the bathroom to “fix her face,” and I made my way to the living room. She came out looking magnificent. She was wearing some fresh lipstick, but other than that, I couldn’t tell what she did to “fix her face.” She always looked magnificent.
“Ready?” she asked.
“Yeah, Miss DuBeau . Let’s get out of here. I gotta get you a kewpie doll at the ring toss,” I told her.
“That’d be great,” she answered, holding her arm out for me to take. I slipped my arm through hers, and we left for the carnival.
6.
Simms’ Fairground was where all of Hazel Beach's carnivals were held. It was located on the coast, just off the white sands of the beach. The highway that led to the fairgrounds paralleled the coast, and as we drove along with the top down in her convertible VW Golf, I couldn't imagine that it was ever as beautiful as it was right then.
My senses were in a frenzy, drunk in the moment, filled with input almost to the point of overload. My mind worked to devour everything. The emerald green water, almost the color of Sara's eyes. The smell of the saltwater was so rich and sweet that I could taste it as we drove by. The feel of the warm wind hitting my face, whipping my hair around. The sound of Depeche Mode massaging its way into my ears. I was caught up; I imagined us laying just behind the dunes, laughing together, touching each other, listening to small waves break and crash in the water. I have never been this happy with anyone. Not even close
And it’s only been five days.
The words coming from the car’s speakers spoke to me:
“…feels like home…I should have known…from my first breath…”
The moment was perfect. I felt myself on the verge of what I interpreted the definition of nirvana to be. My head rested on the seat back, and I felt giddy, high.
She snapped me out of my reverie by saying, “Hey…you aren't falling asleep on me over there, are you?”
I turned my face away from the ocean and looked at her. She was watching me with those green eyes. The moonlight made her eyes almost glow, and they were beautiful, beautiful like the water. No, it’s the other way around…the water is beautiful like her eyes. “Sara,” I said, “there’s no way that I could be falling asleep on you.” I think that I love you, Sara. Is that possible? “No way at all,” I reiterated.
"Good. You owe me a doll, and you WILL pay up." She told me, and took my hand in hers. She kept her hand on my side of the little car, resting on my leg, and continued to drive.
"I will pay up. Yes, ma'am, I will." I replied, surprised by the fact that I didn't blubber when I spoke to her, I was so touched by the gesture of her leaving her hand on my leg.
" Ooooohh , look. You can see the Ferris wheel!" She said excitedly. I followed the line of her vision and saw the Ferris wheel myself. A few more minutes and we were in the large grass field that served as a parking lot, hopping out of the car, and making our way over to the entrance. I put my hand in her back pocket as we walked, to be silly, and she laughed, right on cue, at my little joke. I took my hand back out when I felt the warmth from her backside, and I got that familiar flutter in my stomach and groin.
Later, big boy, later.
So I took her hand in
We found ourselves in the bedroom, suddenly naked, on the bed, wrapped up, moving all over each other like wild animals. It was quick but intense and wonderful. Thank God I got rid of that twin-size bed!
“So, do you like the bedroom?” I asked her, rubbing her bare belly.
“I don’t know. I didn’t really look,” she laughed.
After some random pillow talk and more laughter, we got dressed. She stepped into the bathroom to “fix her face,” and I made my way to the living room. She came out looking magnificent. She was wearing some fresh lipstick, but other than that, I couldn’t tell what she did to “fix her face.” She always looked magnificent.
“Ready?” she asked.
“Yeah, Miss DuBeau . Let’s get out of here. I gotta get you a kewpie doll at the ring toss,” I told her.
“That’d be great,” she answered, holding her arm out for me to take. I slipped my arm through hers, and we left for the carnival.
6.
Simms’ Fairground was where all of Hazel Beach's carnivals were held. It was located on the coast, just off the white sands of the beach. The highway that led to the fairgrounds paralleled the coast, and as we drove along with the top down in her convertible VW Golf, I couldn't imagine that it was ever as beautiful as it was right then.
My senses were in a frenzy, drunk in the moment, filled with input almost to the point of overload. My mind worked to devour everything. The emerald green water, almost the color of Sara's eyes. The smell of the saltwater was so rich and sweet that I could taste it as we drove by. The feel of the warm wind hitting my face, whipping my hair around. The sound of Depeche Mode massaging its way into my ears. I was caught up; I imagined us laying just behind the dunes, laughing together, touching each other, listening to small waves break and crash in the water. I have never been this happy with anyone. Not even close
And it’s only been five days.
The words coming from the car’s speakers spoke to me:
“…feels like home…I should have known…from my first breath…”
The moment was perfect. I felt myself on the verge of what I interpreted the definition of nirvana to be. My head rested on the seat back, and I felt giddy, high.
She snapped me out of my reverie by saying, “Hey…you aren't falling asleep on me over there, are you?”
I turned my face away from the ocean and looked at her. She was watching me with those green eyes. The moonlight made her eyes almost glow, and they were beautiful, beautiful like the water. No, it’s the other way around…the water is beautiful like her eyes. “Sara,” I said, “there’s no way that I could be falling asleep on you.” I think that I love you, Sara. Is that possible? “No way at all,” I reiterated.
"Good. You owe me a doll, and you WILL pay up." She told me, and took my hand in hers. She kept her hand on my side of the little car, resting on my leg, and continued to drive.
"I will pay up. Yes, ma'am, I will." I replied, surprised by the fact that I didn't blubber when I spoke to her, I was so touched by the gesture of her leaving her hand on my leg.
" Ooooohh , look. You can see the Ferris wheel!" She said excitedly. I followed the line of her vision and saw the Ferris wheel myself. A few more minutes and we were in the large grass field that served as a parking lot, hopping out of the car, and making our way over to the entrance. I put my hand in her back pocket as we walked, to be silly, and she laughed, right on cue, at my little joke. I took my hand back out when I felt the warmth from her backside, and I got that familiar flutter in my stomach and groin.
Later, big boy, later.
So I took her hand in
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