of her kiss, her touch, the music and the moment.
I will
admit, I was beginning to want a lot, but I wasn’t sure how much she wanted,
and I didn’t want to scare her or make her feel like I was pushing, but with
all of me pressed against her there had to be little room for confusion.
She moved my
hand from the middle of her back to her bare thigh just beneath the edge of her
skirt. I hesitated never having touched her here before, but she didn’t let go,
nor did she push. We just continued kissing each other. Then, with her hand on
the back of mine, I slid my hand up her thigh.
As I made my
way into this unknown territory, she gently slid her other hand up underneath
my shirt, over my stomach and onto my chest.
My hand slid
slowly over her leg and stopped, still with her hand on the back of mine. Then
I stopped kissing her and pulled back.
“What?” She
asked.
I hesitated.
I was nervous, scared. My heart was pounding, and I wanted to ask her but I
didn’t want to somehow crack and shatter what we had been building over the
past months together. She had become my best friend and the last thing I wanted
to do was hurt her.
“What is it
Alex?”
KNOCK.
KNOCK. KNOCK.
We both
turned. SHIT! Someone’s at the door.
“Wait,” I
hollered. “Fifteen seconds!”
She climbed
down off of the table, and I tried to compose myself. Who the hell is
knocking at…What time is it?
“Five
seconds,” I hollered again, and Jo went over and turned off the music.
As I turned
and looked at her from across the room, she understood and nodded.
I unlocked
the door and opened it far enough to look out. Just then a police officer
shined a flashlight in my face.
“Officer!” I
said holding my hand up over the flashlight. “We are developing sensitive photographs.”
The officer
lowered his light and looked past me into the dark room. “Are you a student
here?” he asked.
“Yes sir,
I’m a photographer for the yearbook, and I was photographing a game tonight. I
just wanted to see what kind of shots I got, and I’m here developing some film.
Is there a problem?”
“Do you
realize it’s 10:30 son?”
“Uh, no sir
I didn’t. I must have gotten lost in what I was doing.”
“Are you in
there alone?”
“No sir. My
uh…friend was at the game with me and she’s helping me develop the film.”
“Uh huh. I’m
going to need you both to step outside for me.”
“Yes, sir,”
I replied, and I turned to Jo who was standing just behind the door. I opened
the door and we both walked out to where I could now see another officer around
the side of the building and their car parked lengthwise behind mine.
“I’m going
to need you both to step out next to the vehicle please,” he said, which we
both did without hesitation. Then he leaned in and looked into the darkroom,
being courteous enough not to use his flashlight again until he walked back
over to us.
“Are you
both students here?”
“Yes sir,” I
said.
“I’m going
to need to see some ID.”
“My purse is
in on the table,” Jo told him. I was not too bothered, but I could tell she was
shaken up.
“That’s
fine,” he said.
Jo went and
got her purse and came back with her student ID. I handed him mine along with
my driver’s license. He looked at them both with his light then spoke into the
radio on his shoulder.
“Dispatch,
this is three-one-nine-six-seven over.”
“Go a head
three-one-nine-six-seven,” the voice from his shoulder chirped.
“I need a
check on one Alex Douglas and one Jolene Daniels over.”
It took a
minute but then his shoulder chirped again. “Alex Douglas, 812 Tabor St.,
Lakewood Colorado, seventeen-year-old, Caucasian male. No outstandings. Jolene
Daniels, 8412 Lamar Drive, Aurora Colorado, seventeen-year-old, Caucasian
female. No outstandings over.”
“That’s a
confirm dispatch, over,” he said to the small voice
I will
admit, I was beginning to want a lot, but I wasn’t sure how much she wanted,
and I didn’t want to scare her or make her feel like I was pushing, but with
all of me pressed against her there had to be little room for confusion.
She moved my
hand from the middle of her back to her bare thigh just beneath the edge of her
skirt. I hesitated never having touched her here before, but she didn’t let go,
nor did she push. We just continued kissing each other. Then, with her hand on
the back of mine, I slid my hand up her thigh.
As I made my
way into this unknown territory, she gently slid her other hand up underneath
my shirt, over my stomach and onto my chest.
My hand slid
slowly over her leg and stopped, still with her hand on the back of mine. Then
I stopped kissing her and pulled back.
“What?” She
asked.
I hesitated.
I was nervous, scared. My heart was pounding, and I wanted to ask her but I
didn’t want to somehow crack and shatter what we had been building over the
past months together. She had become my best friend and the last thing I wanted
to do was hurt her.
“What is it
Alex?”
KNOCK.
KNOCK. KNOCK.
We both
turned. SHIT! Someone’s at the door.
“Wait,” I
hollered. “Fifteen seconds!”
She climbed
down off of the table, and I tried to compose myself. Who the hell is
knocking at…What time is it?
“Five
seconds,” I hollered again, and Jo went over and turned off the music.
As I turned
and looked at her from across the room, she understood and nodded.
I unlocked
the door and opened it far enough to look out. Just then a police officer
shined a flashlight in my face.
“Officer!” I
said holding my hand up over the flashlight. “We are developing sensitive photographs.”
The officer
lowered his light and looked past me into the dark room. “Are you a student
here?” he asked.
“Yes sir,
I’m a photographer for the yearbook, and I was photographing a game tonight. I
just wanted to see what kind of shots I got, and I’m here developing some film.
Is there a problem?”
“Do you
realize it’s 10:30 son?”
“Uh, no sir
I didn’t. I must have gotten lost in what I was doing.”
“Are you in
there alone?”
“No sir. My
uh…friend was at the game with me and she’s helping me develop the film.”
“Uh huh. I’m
going to need you both to step outside for me.”
“Yes, sir,”
I replied, and I turned to Jo who was standing just behind the door. I opened
the door and we both walked out to where I could now see another officer around
the side of the building and their car parked lengthwise behind mine.
“I’m going
to need you both to step out next to the vehicle please,” he said, which we
both did without hesitation. Then he leaned in and looked into the darkroom,
being courteous enough not to use his flashlight again until he walked back
over to us.
“Are you
both students here?”
“Yes sir,” I
said.
“I’m going
to need to see some ID.”
“My purse is
in on the table,” Jo told him. I was not too bothered, but I could tell she was
shaken up.
“That’s
fine,” he said.
Jo went and
got her purse and came back with her student ID. I handed him mine along with
my driver’s license. He looked at them both with his light then spoke into the
radio on his shoulder.
“Dispatch,
this is three-one-nine-six-seven over.”
“Go a head
three-one-nine-six-seven,” the voice from his shoulder chirped.
“I need a
check on one Alex Douglas and one Jolene Daniels over.”
It took a
minute but then his shoulder chirped again. “Alex Douglas, 812 Tabor St.,
Lakewood Colorado, seventeen-year-old, Caucasian male. No outstandings. Jolene
Daniels, 8412 Lamar Drive, Aurora Colorado, seventeen-year-old, Caucasian
female. No outstandings over.”
“That’s a
confirm dispatch, over,” he said to the small voice
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