Fate (Closed 4 Rock and Suthern)

[SuthernCumfort]

She sat reading the book, immersed in the pages and was unaware that she was not alone in the library. Her frame, small compared to the oversized chair she sat in, was hidden from the main door. She absentmindedly tugged her bottom lip as she read on. Flipping page after page, she knew she would have to stop eventually and check the book out, rushing home as usual to finish in spectacular fashion.

For hours, she sat engrossed in the novel at hand. The loving wife betrayed by the sorrowful husband with the internet woman. Typical love story bullshit, but Jena didnt read these books for the content, she read them for the realization of her own fantasy. Her legs crossed, revealing the torn places in her jeans, she climbed deeper into the book, oblivious now of the dark haired man staring at her from a few tables away.

She fidgeted as she read these words "Lewis spoke with a slow intenitionalism that drove Lynn wild. His voice so easy going deepened as his pace quickened. He spoke her name, breathless as he drove deep inside her willing spot. She cried out his name in a wave of pleasure as their moans filled the little hotel room. In the back of her mind Lynn knew that this was wrong. Lewis had children and a wife. A wife that had until recently been her best friend. She had nothing against Sherry, the things that were happening to her now were beyond her control. And as she lay there, Lewis spent deep inside her own body, her mind seemed to drift"

Those words, not the words she would have used herself she was sure, but those words. The descriptions without intention. She felt herself get wetter by the minute and her own need grow. Again. she moved to tighten her grip on her closed legs. This time, she caught the mans staring. This time, she was busted and nothing could she do about it. Jena was caught.

 

[RockYourWorld]

She was beautiful.

Mark made the immediate decision right there on that spot in the library that if he ever developed any kind of relationship with this woman, and he had every intention of doing so, he would greet her every time with “Hello Beautiful.” Maybe that was corny, but Mark wasn’t exactly thinking rationally right now.

She was most obviously into the book she was reading. It wasn’t often that a person’s legs gave that away, but that was the case here. He watched her, stared at her really, as she stared at the page, fidgeted, bit her lip, tightened her legs, and turned the page again. Mark was quickly becoming an expert on this woman’s every move. But he wanted to know more. He wanted to hear the sound of her voice. He was certain that once he heard it, it would be the first sound he wanted to hear every morning. Mark was equally as certain that her voice had that sexy quality about it when she woke in the morning. And he just knew her giggle and laugh would melt him. He knew all of things in his hear and in his head, and he had just met her. Hell, he hadn’t even done that yet!

His imagination-clouded fantasy came to a sudden stop with a slap of reality when he realized she was looking at him. Somewhat suspiciously. He blushed, hardly blaming her for thinking he was a creep. He wasn’t sharp. He had come to the library to relax, get away from everything in his life that was stressing him out. He had a job that was going nowhere, even though he worked 70 hours a week, and he had finally been able to achieve his dream of starting his own consulting business. But he was afraid to do that full time, and held on to his job. The combination was both exhilarating and exhausting. He had come to the library to ease the exhaustion.

As fate would have it, he found her. And she was beautiful.

“Oh well,” Mark said to himself. “She’s already busted me. Can’t exactly make a bigger ass of myself. Might as well go over and say hi, take my chances.”

His heart was in it, but his legs wobbled nervously under him as he stood and walked over to her. As he got closer, it made it hard to speak to her when he saw her eyes…the most beautifully alive brown eyes he had ever seen. He spoke before he passed out.

“I hope you don’t me coming over to say hi. My name’s Mark.” He extended his hand to her. Yea, it was shaking.

 

[SuthernCumfort]

She stopped what she was doing and turning her head to look up at him, as he extended his hand to her, she smiled and without thinking, laughed. She had never been approached in this manner. Especially in the library. She blushed but under her tan who could tell, and quickly lowered her eyes. Taking the outstretched hand, and deliberately speaking slower thank usual, she met his introduction with one of her own.

"Nice, to meet you. Im Jena. Jena Lynn. So before you say anything else, its a curse. My momma, bless her heart, she loves two first names" and laughed again. This time completely without reservation. The smile that covered his face was genuine and she relaxed more now as he took the seat directly across from her.

"I see your attempting the new Stephen Coontz book. Myself, I like a good slap in the face book, but as you can see" and she showed him the cover of the book she was currently reading, "a change is good now and then" and smiled at him.

Still to anyone watching you would never have known that the two adults had just met. She sat still tangled up in her own legs in the small chair, feet tucked neatly under her bottom, smiling at him. Inside, she was twisted and pulled. There was a disarming quality about him. Something she was instantly drawn to. Maybe it was the way he looked at her. Yeah, she was subject to leers and gawks and the unwanted advances, of course. But something about him, something about the smoothness in his voice, the accent maybe put her at ease.

"So Mark, tell me what is it that brought you here on this wonderfully rainy Saturday" she made no attempts to hide her own accent. She was from the south, and yeah it showed.

 

[RockYourWorld]

Under normal circumstances with any other woman, Mark would have been deflated and dejected. A woman in these circumstances didn’t know the power she held over a man approaching her, how exposed he felt, how vulnerable. He had to deal with nerves and impending panic while trying to project confidence and strength. A simple laugh from a woman, although not necessarily ill-intended, could bring the man to his mental knees.

But Jena’s laugh was different. First of all, it came accompanied by a smile that Mark could not describe adequately if he lived 1000 years. But more than that, Jena’s laugh was friendly, reassuring, and it had an immediate effect on Mark’s heart rate. Despite this, he made every attempt to appear outwardly calm.

"Nice, to meet you. Im Jena. Jena Lynn. So before you say anything else, its a curse. My momma, bless her heart, she loves two first names"

“There’s no need to apologize for that. Having a unique name is hardly a curse. I often wonder what my parents were thinking when they named me Mark. I mean, its hardly memorable. I even have an older cousin named Mark. I used to ask them why they named me that when there was already someone in the family with that name.” Outwardly he smiled and sat in a small wooden chair next to where Jena was sitting.

Inwardly, however, he was a wreck. He was too old for this foolishness. His hands were sweating and his head was beginning to pound. But he had cast his line, and he had to see how it played out.

He laughed as Jena made notice of his Steven Coontz book. “Yeah, I’m gonna give it a shot. This is his new one. I’ve taken it out of the library three times, but I’ve been so busy with other things, I never got a chance to read it. Things are calming down a little, so I should be able to get into it.”

He leaned forward toward her and saw that she was more than half way through the book she was reading, and had at least five others sitting next to her, waiting their turn, apparently. In his male way of thinking, this was a good sign. It meant with all this time to sit in the library and read, she was unattached.

"So Mark, tell me what is it that brought you here on this wonderfully rainy Saturday."

The sound of her voice, the more he heard it, was becoming intoxicating to him. All of it, everything, her voice, her Southern twang, her laugh, her smile, and those unbelievable eyes…it was crazy to think, but Mark began to wonder if this was the day his life changed. But he had to play it safe and cool. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her off.

But he also had no intention of letting her get away. Her easy and comforting manner made his next step an easy one to take.

“I planned on taking my time here, but I got what I came here for. I was going to go get some lunch when I left. I’d love for you to join me.”

 

[SuthernCumfort]

She listened to his voice. The timbre the tone. It was loose and comfortable. She liked the way it put her at ease. She also liked the fact that he knew how to laugh. So many times, she had been approached and had someone force a laugh at her it was silly. She didnt like forcing anything. His invitation for luch caught her off guard. But for some reason, she did not refuse.

"Lunch, you know I realized I havent eaten anything today and that would be great. You just have to excuse me while I check out some lite reading and then we will be on our way. Any place in particular?" she said. She gathered her books, slowly putting on her shoes, deliberatly taking her time. She wanted the hesitation to leave her body. So when she stood up, she stood almost face to face with him and he was sitting. She never felt so vulnerable in her life.

She was about to walk out of the library with a man she just met, not knowing him from Christ himself. He could be a serial killer rapist. Yet, she was at ease with him. She sensed nothing odd about him. But of course today you never could tell. She turned and walked to the counter, throwing him an over the shoulder smile as she checked out her books. She knew he was watching. The sensation was almost unbearable but, she wanted him to think her cool and collected. When in all reality, her insides were shaking like jello. Her palms were sweaty, she was nervous. She felt jittery, elated, she was unaware of the impact this day would have on her.

As they walked out the door, she was aware of his body, inches from her own. The blue polo shirt he wore over his jeans. The glasses on his face, the smile on his lips. The Ravens key chain he held on his keys. Her senses were in overtime also. The clean clear scent of his cologne, maybe aftershave filled her nostrils clouding her judgement. As she pushed closer to him, going out the door, their bodies touched. You could have heard a pin drop.

 

[RockYourWorld]

It was a lousy March afternoon. You never knew what you were going to get in March in this part of the US. One day, it could be snowing, the next day it could be 70 degrees. Today, it was raining, but Mark didn’t mind it so much because it was a least mild – about 60 degrees. Mark knew there were people in mountainous regions not far from where he lived that still had 3 inches of snow on the ground.

The thing about the weather was it instantly reminded him of Jena – full of possibilities. Mark loved the summertime and was looking forward to it. Today’s somewhat mild temperatures told mark that the winter’s back was broken, and the arm comfort of spring and summer were within reach. Could Mark say the same thing about Jena? Was she full of possibilities? Could she end the winter in Mark’s mind and soul? The signs seemed to indicate as much. The easy manner with which they talked, the natural way they communicated, so far at least. And her smile, her laugh, and those unbelievable beautiful eyes!

As she finished checking out her books, Mark took the opportunity to just look at her, hoping his nervousness and jitters would subside. He didn’t think that would happen, especially as he admired her further. The white top she selected went perfectly with her jeans. The top was very casual and comfortable and the jeans were well broken in, including the rather large holes in the knees. Jena was definitely someone who was comfortable in her own skin. Quickly moving to the top of his list of items he admired about her was what appeared to be her total lack of pretense.

When she turned toward him carrying her books, she did something that put Mark at ease. All she did was smile, but oh what a smile! It was a natural smile, one that came to her face without any forethought on her part. It was genuine. And it made Mark feel genuinely good. If she was as nervous as he was, it surely didn’t show. Hoping he didn’t come off like some love struck middle-schooler, he offered to carry the books she had loaded herself down with. She obliged, and as she handed some of them to him, they were simultaneously moving through the exit. Arms and books and hands all seemed to get tangled and as they exited the library and entered the rainy Saturday, their bodies made contact.

But so did their eyes. They stopped in the doorway, mostly to gather the books together before they fell to the ground, but Mark just had to stop. The moment was very real, and although they only touched and made eye contact for a second, it seemed like forever, as if time had stopped. She had to feel that, to sense that! Mark thought to himself. Please God. Don’t make this something that is only happening only in my mind!

He had to collect himself. He had invited her to lunch, and it was time to deliver. He wanted this to be perfect, although he had no idea what that entailed. It had to be just right.

“Let’s take my car.” Mark said. “Do you like Pizza?”

 

[SuthernCumfort]

Jena felt the electricity in her whole body, and when he spoke, he made her melt in places she never thought possible. To many times, she took things like this for granted exposing herself to people only to have her own sense of rejection drive them away. She had a habit of analyzing something, or overanalyzing things. Maybe it was because she had always wanted to appear strong and confident but, somewhere in the back of her mind, she needed those two traits to solidify her own weaknesses.

From him, she gathered he was. The way he smiled at her, the easy way the transitions from topic to topic happened. She had only known him a short while and already she found herself loving the way he laughed and the way he spoke her name. When he mentioned pizza she was all for it.

"Pizza is just fine. Wherever is good for me" again she smiled, turning her blue eyes to him. She smiled confidently knowing that her confidence would dwindle soon enough. As they made their way to his car, she laughed.

"You drive a Ford?" again she laughed, really more of a giggle really. In the back of her mind, she kept telling herself to let it be natural. But she was afraid she would fuck things up. And from the getgo, she did not want to do that at all. She found an ease with Mark she had never known from anyone else. She loved that. She loved the way it made her feel.

 

[RockYourWorld]

Mark had to be honest with himself. He was testing her. He wasn’t proud of the fact that he was doing it. But he still felt vulnerable, and he was only protecting herself. Asking her if she liked pizza was a test. When two people met, there was always a high degree of pretense, and if the pretense was especially thick, with a strong dose of insincerity, the relationship was doomed. It would have been tempting to suggest a snobby, ostentatious place to eat. Well, not so much as a place to eat, but for Mark to prove his worldyness to Jena. Morton’s steak house was not far, and the Baba-Loo Grill was close by too. He could have suggested those places to try and impress her, make her think he was a man of means, a man with sophisticated tastes.

Mark was neither, and things were going so well with Jena that he wanted her to know that right from the start. Suggesting pizza told her where he was coming from and who he was. If she felt disappointed by his suggestion, then he would know it, and he would immediately realize this wasn’t right. But with four simple words…”Pizza is just fine”…all of his uncertainty and insecurity over the matter melted away with another of her smiles.

She made notice of his Ford Explorer. “Yes, a Ford “ he said, not sure of the significance. “I’ve had it for about three years.” He smiled as she laughed, enjoying the sound of her laughter, waiting until later to come to realize her laugh and giggle were his favorite thing about her. He opened the passenger side door for her, wondering if this girl was a bit of a gear head.

They drove off to Canazerro’s, one of his favorite places to eat. Even when he wasn’t hungry, the bar in the place was most welcoming just to sit and have a beer. Mark lead Jena inside and they were seated at a table apart from the other patrons, even though the afternoon crowd was small. Their table was against a window from which they could see the pedestrians scurrying by in the rain. The sound of the cars splashing by made for a pleasing background noise to the easy conversation that began as Mark and Jena looked into each others eyes.

 

[SuthernCumfort]

When the waiter came to take their drink order, she didnt want to appear a drunk but she was nowhere near to young to drink so she ordered a Corona.

"Wet the rim, cover it with salt and stick a lime on it please" she said and smiled again. She had always been aware of the way her blue eyes captivated others and she hoped it would work the same with Mark. Something about his voice just turned her insides out and made her giddy like a child. She loved the way he spoke to her with that calm ease.

When he smiled at her she felt as if everything was okey.

"So what kind of pizza do you like? Me I prefer either loaded with meat and extra cheese, or just extra cheese. But, I really dont care much for sauce. Most people find that weird. But the only time I prefer pizza with sauce is when you get all hyped up and slap it across your chest, rub it in and have someone lick it off you" she said then opening her eyes, she realized he was staring at her. Again she smiled, blushing this time. The redness that crept across her face wad more of a flush than a blush.

When the beer came, she quickly stuck her lips on it to keep from running on again.

 

[RockYourWorld]

Was she joking? Worse yet, was she teasing?

He had noticed what he would call a devilish streak in her, but had not quite explored it yet. He loved everything about her, and he knew that despite the fact that they had only known each other for about a half an hour, he was developing strong feelings for this woman. He knew it was careless and stupid of him, but there was no way they were going to stop. This feeling he was experiencing, and apparently she was feeling too, was like the rush of hard drugs. You surrendered control, and did anything to get it.

Now, she was introducing some wildness into it all. So, we’re talking smearing sauce on your chest? How should he take it? How should he respond? Was she just saying something silly out of nervousness? Maybe. Was it meant to entice him to take their new relationship down a more unconventional road? If not, he would soon know. But if that was her intention, Mark needed to know and pursue it further.

He had ordered a corona as well and when the waiter brought them, he picked his up and offered Jena a toast. “To spontaneity,” he said as their bottles clinked. “The main ingredient in a fun and unpredictable life.” They both smiled with glimmering eyes as they drank. They ordered pizza with no sauce and extra cheese.

“The thing I like about pizza is how when you’re eating it, it’s always a fun or a relaxing time. Think about it. You eat it on weekends, at parties, during big games. And people talk about eating it cold the day after a night of partying. I have this vision of a half eaten pizza sitting in a box at a place like a hotel room…nothing fancy, maybe like a Super 8. Nothing about that image is fancy or exotic, but it does feel good to think about it. I don’t know, its almost…..erotic, sensual.”

 

[SuthernCumfort]

She was entranced when he spoke. His voice was clear, even, and had a quality about it she couldnt put her hands on. It made butterflies in her stomach.

She thought quickly about the comment he made and as usual, spoke before she thought.

"Yeah, like, laying on the bed, open, clothes everywhere, bodies tangled in bedsheets after a night of just unpredictable sex. The kind of sex that makes you wish thats all there was to ever do. My momma would call that grade a sex. You ever have that kind of sex with your wife, girlfriend?" she asked. And there it was the question. What better way to get it out in the open. She didnt want to cause trouble for him if there was someone else. And the thoughts of possibly getting him in trouble was in the forefront of her mind.

She was amazed at how attracted to him she had became in the little time they had been together. She was not an emotion sharing or bearing person. She dealt with her emotions privately but, with him, she thought it would be hard to keep what she felt inside for very long. It had to be his eyes, no, that voice and the off guard way it made you feel.

She didnt need to throw her defenses up and she liked that. But at a moments notice, she had them ready.

 

[RockYourWorld]

He was fidgeting, yes he had to admit. He actually welcomed her question about the presence of a wife of a girlfriend. It allowed him to focus on something other than the incredible speed all of this was moving.

“Well, I’d be lying if I said I’d never had that kind of sex, but it’s been very rare, to be honest. And no, there’s no such sex like that happening now with a wife or a girlfriend because…well, I don’t have either of those.”

He usually asked that first of women he met. He had guessed earlier that she didn’t have a significant other based on all of the reading material she had, and he hoped he was right. “How about you? Anyone at home wondering where you are right now?”

He held his breath waiting for the answer. But even though it only took a few seconds for her to respond, he quickly made the decision that it wouldn’t matter, at least on some level. If she said yes, she was involved with someone or she was married, then all that would change is the nature of their relationship. He wanted to hold her, feel her, absorb her. If he could do that as the only man in her life, he would certainly do that, and willingly. If he would have to share her with someone else, someone who had captured her heart at one time and still held a strong place in her life, he would do that too. She was to play a part in his life, one way or another. Of that, he had no power over and no choice.

His confidence in Jena’s willingness to agree to this was growing. If it came to asking her to be with him, to cheat on her husband or boyfriend, to surrender herself to him even if it was for only a temporary escape into lust, Mark thought more and more that she would say yes. As time was zooming by quicker than either of them could handle, Mark wanted this woman on every level. He thought she felt the same, and he was getting signals from her telling him that was the case.

These two people could barely order pizza in a restaurant without the whole scene becoming combustible. This was going to be an interesting lunch and an even more interesting afternoon. How much more than that was in store for them was to be determined.

 

[SuthernCumfort]

She stared into her beer, and laughed. Was there anyone waiting for her? That was the joke of the century.

"No, noone. Its just me and my animals. I havent been in this area to long. Being born in the south, I needed a change and this was as close to a change as I could get. I just decided one day to say fuck it all and leave. Now, here I am" she said. She wasnt for sure how much of her personal life she wanted to divulge to him, but she felt she could tell him anything. She had never felt such ease with anyone not even her best friends at home.

She smiled again at him and let the silence kind of sit between them. When the pizza came, she didnt hesitate. She went for the biggest piece and as she was slipping it onto her plate she inhaled. The aroma seemed to intoxicate her and without thinking, she plunged half the piece into her mouth and chewed.


Stopping only momentarily to grab a drink, she again continued her assault on the pizza. Eating, tasting and moaning under her breath. It was good stuff. When she opened her eyes, she was aware of his own staring at her and she had to stop.

Around a mouthfull of cheese she spoke.

"Sorry. Im a pizza eater, I tend to forget what manners I have when I eat sometimes" and red faced, she placed the pizza slice on her plate. A blush creeped over her face and she lowered her head.

 

[RockYourWorld]

“Don’t apologize. As far as I’m concerned, there’s no finer kind of person on earth than a pizza eater.” Mark hoped that she wasn’t embarrassed, but the creeping blush on her face was indicating otherwise. He acted quickly to take a piece, doing his best to control his salivation. He folded it and slid it into his mouth with the same veracity that Jena had.

By this point, their comfort with each other had progressed to the point where silence wasn’t uncomfortable. They took their time to eat, and enjoy each other’s eyes and smiles. The pizza was good, but Mark was ready to see what was next. Whatever it was, however it played out, Mark needed to know what it was.

I havent been in this area to long. Being born in the south, I needed a change and this was as close to a change as I could get. I just decided one day to say fuck it all and leave. Now, here I am" she said.

“I’m glad this is where you ended up. It’s not a bad place to settle. I can’t really say much about that. I’ve never lived anywhere else, but I’m sure there are worse places to find yourself.”

The conversation was easy and slow as they ate. The pizza was good, or maybe it was the company, Mark thought. He looked at her and noticed a small smudge of flour from the crust along the corner of her mouth. He could have just said something to her, but what fun would that be? He took a napkin and reached across the table. Softly, he wiped the flour away as she held her head still and giggled.

“Do you mind if I ask what your plans are after we’re done here?” Mark said.

 

[SuthernCumfort]

“Do you mind if I ask what your plans are after we’re done here?” Mark said

She smiled. She was gonna go back to her apartment and read. He was the only living body she had seen or had contact with outside work since she had been living here and the books were her only escape.

"I thought maybe go home and curl up with a good book and some good music. Unless of course, you want me for something else?" there. She did it again. Leaving things open. She baited him. Testing him. If he were psycho, she wouldnt know it until it was to late. Besides, the spark between then at the library and when he touched her just a minute ago, she would not deny that to her body at any time.

It had been a while since she had been with a man. She was not frigid by any means and she had been known to get naked at the spur of the moment, but, something about this just felt right to her and she didnt want to spoil it with sex. Not yet, it was to soon. But, if it came to that, she was pretty sure she couldnt tell him no.

Jena held her breath then let out a sigh and a laugh. It was easy. Not forced. She reach back to push her hair back behind her ear and dropped her eyes. Here she was sitting across from a man she just met, feeling things she never thought she could feel.

It had to be his voice. The quality, the tone. It was enticing. It seemed to draw her into his world. Being alone, here , she was in his world. And it was very real to her.

 

[RockYourWorld]

There were three ways this could go. Mark had to decide quickly which way he was going to pursue.

Actually, there were four ways this could end, but Mark quickly dismissed the fourth choice. That was allowing this woman to get away – to finish lunch, walk out of the restaurant, shake hands, and let her go home to read books in front of the fire. Without him. But that was not a realistic option and it was quickly dismissed. The other options? Invite her to his apartment where this could all continue. More smiles, more giggles, more easy and smooth conversation. That sounded good, but Mark was sensing a need to go further, and to see how far Jena would go with him.

In his mind, the other two scenarios had to be examined, and he had to think this out without making Jena think that he was thinking too much, scheming. He had avoided the creep factor so far, and was determined to stay on that path. Despite his caution, his growing desire to be intimate with Jena was growing stronger by the minute and he feared losing control of the feeling. How would it go? Would she agree to come to his apartment? Would she invite him to hers? He could think of one of two ways. It would be soft and loving, with deep slow kisses, hands slowly sliding over smooth skin, fingers softly gliding in hair, soft clutches of each others shoulders as warm bodies came together to the sound of soft moans of pleasure.

That was one scenario. Then there was the other.

Mark looked at Jena as they both finished eating. The way she was dressed revealed just enough of her body to intrigue him, and hid enough to keep her a mystery. She had kept on her jacket, a white sort of quilted patterned thing, and it hung attractively on her shoulders, draping down the front of her. There was no obvious outward sign of a wild streak. She didn’t advertise it, didn’t make it immediately known. But was it there? The wild streak?

“I’m just going to lay my cards out on the table here. I’d love to spend the rest of the day with you, maybe show you around the town a little. But I have to be honest, that plan includes you and me back at my apartment later. I’m not sure what happens there, although I have a general idea.” Mark smiled to keep the creep factor at a distance.

“So, what do you say?”

 

[SuthernCumfort]

Jena was relaxed around him. It was odd to her that she didnt have to throw up her defenses around him. He made her feel as if she were the only person there. Yeah, she knew that sounded stupid, but hell, she was southern and if they couldnt fuck it, feed it or fourwheel it, they didnt want it. Conversation of any kind was a real treat for her.

Besides, he was offering to show her around, she hadnt been shopping in ages and she was going to be living here now. She didnt want to come off all clingy and desperate. That had happened so many times in the past and it went south really fast. She looked at him across the table, relaxed. Sitting there, smile on his face, arms on the table. She studied him this way for a moment. Then, dropping her hands to her lap, she sighed.

"I think that would be a great idea. Ive heard about a few places, but unless its tattooed on my eyeballs, I would get lost trying to find the bathroom here. Fuck to be honest, I can barely find my way to work and home let alone out to shop. If I didnt live next to a grocery store I would die" and she laughed. More of a giggle than a laugh but it made him laugh too.

"So, I guess, this is where I offer to pay, and you offer to pay and we do that banter thing right?" she said moving her arms in a back and forth motion.

 

[RockYourWorld]

He liked their banter. He wanted it to continue, and he could feel an addiction to it building inside him. She wasn’t above sticking in a good natured rib now and again, and when she did it, she did it armed with a knock-out smile and killer giggle. The whole package was a joy to behold. Her humor was becoming something he would associate with her foremost, maybe only surpassed by her infectious laugh and her dazzling eyes.

He excused himself from the table, not saying why, preferring to keep the conversation polite and not mentioning the men’s room. But he had an alternative motive. He went to the hostess and explained to her that he wanted to quietly pay his bill, handed her his credit card, and asked her to have the bill ready for him when he returned, before he went back to the table. The woman did as he asked, and Mark signed the bill, leaving the waiter a healthy tip.

When Mark arrived back at the table, he stood by it, not returning to his seat. “I beat you to it,” he said smiling. “I paid the bill.” Hey enjoyed playing with her in this manner, and he hoped his budding relationship with her would include a lot of it. He held her hand out for her and she took it while she laughed, shaking her head at him, good naturedly, telling him she would get him back for that.

They left the restaurant together and made their way to Mark’s car, but this time they walked together under Mark’s jacket held over both heads. It was only a short drive to the Avenue, and Mark knew this was a good place to start. Lot’s of shops, bars, stores, restaurants. So many such places that it was possible they could spend hours upon hours there, maybe even days.

 

[SuthernCumfort]

She immediately liked the look of the place and was eager to explore a list of shops. She exited the car fast not waiting running to get as much out of the rain as she could.

"Hurry up slowpoke!" she yelled at him across the common. Stepping from under the awning, she turned her face skyward and drank in the rain, letting it soak her hair and clothing. When she turned she was aware that he was watching her. She placed a hand on her lip and did a half squat posing in a very Marilynn Monroe fashion. Then laughing she motioned for him to come to her. They stood looking at the list of shops. Talking back and forth and when she asked him to accompany her to Bath and Body works, she told him in her most point blank voice he wouldnt regret it.

Walking into the store, the sales lady made the comment about them getting wet. Jena waited until she was out of ear shot and turned to Mark.

"She's just jealous. She only wishes you would make her as wet as you make me" she said and walked away to sample some of the lotions on display. She placed this and that on her inner wrist and turning to get an opinion, she noticed him still standing there in the door watching her.

She smiled at him. Then blowing him a kiss she motioned for him to come hiter, throwing him the glance also. He allowed his own good nature to take over. His own laugh was inviting and before long, she was an inch from him holding her wrist out. Slowly, he took her hand and placed it to his face. She stood stock still. The inner vibrations from that touch was to much along with everything else. When he moved to comment on the fragrance, someone pushed her into him and their bodies pressed together.

"Told you that it would be worth it" she whispered. This close to him, she could smell the clean scent of rain on his skin. Closing her eyes, she inhaled. Letting out a sigh, she met his gaze turning her face to his.

"Um, its gettin kinda hard like this, maybe we should go somewhere else" she said.

 

[RockYourWorld]

He wanted desperately to go somewhere else with her, and he didn’t need any more encouragement. But he didn’t want to spoil things by going too fast and ruining the future. Yes, he was thinking of the future. He had come to realize that there was a strong possibility of a future with Jena. He wasn’t necessarily thinking about the long-term future, like a house, mortgage, regularly visiting in-laws, and 2.5 kids. But he wasn’t necessarily ruling that out, either. His immediate concern was giving into temptation and whisking her away to his place or hers and just taking her. His fear was while that would be pleasurable, it might end with that. And that was too much of a chance to take.

When she held her arm out to him to smell the fragrance, he held her arm lightly in his hand and the scent instantly invaded his senses. It was overwhelming, but in a positive way. Before knowing what it was, he knew the scent was one of her favorites. It just suited her. She had picked it out of the shelf, and it had to be one of her favorites. It wasn’t lost on Mark that the first thing she wanted to do with her new lotion was share it with him. When she was pushed into him, it almost didn’t seem like an intrusion. Rather, it just seemed like part of the choreography of their time together so far. As she was pushed forward, it seemed so natural, not accidental or even unexpected. They were closer now then they had been yet. And it was perfect.

But still, as much as he wanted to, he didn’t want to push his limits just yet. He enjoyed the fleeting moments where they shared that space, and lead her away from the pushing crowd that had nudged her toward him.

“I agree, we should go somewhere else, “ he said in response to her statement. “ maybe we can find a place to get a beer. Then we can find more shops to explore. We’ve got all day.” He turned toward her and smiled. “And who knows how long after that?”

 

[SuthernCumfort]

Jena agreed and quickly made her way to the counter and paid for her things. Keeping the neat little bag by her side, she slipped her arm in his and turned to him throwing him a sideways glance.

"Lead on my dear, to other places than these" she said and laughed. It was not raining out now so the walk was nice and leisurely. They shared idle chit chat as they made their way down the slue of bars and shops stopping to grab a much needed beer just up from the candle shop.

Dowing half her beer, she belched. Loud, and long, then smiled at him.

"What? dont tell me you dont burp in public? Come on, your a man for God's sake" and again she took another drink and let another rip. The other patrons had turned their way. She caught a few of the glances and returned them with her most winning smile. She couldnt help it as she burst into peels of laughter and giggles. She was enjoying herself more and more as this day went on.

Leaning back against the chair, she explored her bag. Slipping off her soaked jacket, revealing the bare skin underneath and the soaked tank top she wore, she began putting the lotion on her arms and then without an after thought, ran her fingers through her short hair. She met his puzzled look with an answer.

"Its for later when you cant keep your hands out of my hair, it smells as good as the rest of me" and smiled at him. She hoped she was not coming on to strong but as she thought earlier, she could really be herself around him and not worry about the criticism.

Besides, going back to his apartment with him would be worth the risk if the day kept going the way it was now.

 

[RockYourWorld]

Mark had tried, really he had. He wanted things to go slowly. Well, that wasn’t true. He didn’t necessarily want things to progress slowly with Jena, he just didn’t want anything to happen that would jeopardize any chance he had of being around her more than one day, today. If that meant taking things a little slow and sacrificing some hot, immediate monkey sex, he was willing to take that hit.

But as events moved along, whizzing by his head at the speed of light and smelling of gasoline or some other incredible combustible material, he knew a lighted match was going to set it all off at any second. And just like such a real fire under those types of circumstances, he or Jena had no control over how intense the explosion was or how hot the fire burned.

Mark watched Jena rub the lotion along her alluring skin, then as she dabbled it in her hair, their eyes once again met in a connection that exchanged a torrent of incredible energy. Mark didn’t say anything to her as she commented about his hands all over her later. To an outsider, or someone eves dropping, that had the sound of a joke. But Mark knew, and had a good idea in his head that Jena agreed, this was no joke. Their time together was leading towards something resembling an eruption of pure lust. Neither could or wanted to stop it.

The beers were quickly finished, as their was another intoxicant Mark and Jena had been drawn to – each other. They quickly made their way to Mark’s car, and he opened the passenger side door for her. He made his way along the front of the vehicle toward the driver’s door and as he did, he noticed that Jena was unlocking the car door for him. He smiled, thinking of the movie “A Bronx Tale” where it was stated that when a woman unlocked the car for a man, that made her “one of the good ones.”

Mark settled into the car seat and closed the door. As he turned toward Jena, she was turning toward him as if it were choreographed. Closer they came together, arms outstretched and clutching for each other. Then, they kissed, for the first time, a time they would remember for ever. Holding, breathing, clutching…..and kissing. Yes, they were kissing, yet it was surely a sign of just the beginning.

 

[SuthernCumfort]

There it was. Jena was holding her breath afraid to exhale, afraid to move. Their bodies were insync. All she could do was hold her breath and keep her eyes closed. It was electric. The shock of the kiss, the rushing sensation of adrenaline, everything. She was aware of their hearts beating loudly to the sound of the falling rain. It was pouring down now, and the windsheild was covered in mist from their body heat.

Without pulling back from him, she whispered to him.

"Dont move. Just stay there, for a minute" and she leaned her head in again and gently placed her lips to his. This time, the urgency was gone. The kiss lingered. This time, it was softer, sweeter. She tasted the salty mix of the recent beer and pizza. She placed her hands on his arms, and then ran her fingers up to his shoulders. Each touch seemed huge, almost overwhelming. Each minute they sat there, seemed to take them both over the edge.

Then, placing her forhead to his lips, she sighed. There was something there. Something she hadnt felt in a long time. Something she thought she was searching for.

"Didnt you say you lived close? Because, I dont think I can stay here much longer this way" she whispered. Then, pulling back, she met his opened eyes. The urgency was there, the need. Without speaking, she felt her own need feeding his. Without words, he knew. Without speaking, he understood. Without sound, he acted.

 

[RockYourWorld]

He returned her glance and then quickly started the engine. The car was dropped in reverse and with little regard for the other vehicles in the parking lot, Mark drove away as if he were a volunteer fireman chasing after his company’s truck.

Despite the rain, the traffic was heavy. People were still going out shopping and such. Mark was able to avoid most of the slower vehicles by staying toward the right of it – his turn toward his apartment complex was to the right, about a quarter mile ahead. Most of the traffic was waiting at a red light that was slow to turn green. Taking the right turn lane toward the intersection, past the Avenue and past the slower vehicles, Mark drove Jena away from where they had met and towards their destiny.

As the car splashed along the lane, Mark turned towards Jena. “My place is to the right up here, about a mile past this light.” He smiled, and boldly placed his hand on the inside of her thigh. Softly his fingertips slide along the fabric of her jeans, slowly down toward her knee, than back up. He looked up at the road in short bursts, but mainly kept his eyes either locked on hers or at her thigh, where his hand continued it work.

After making his turn, Mark accelerated as the road straightened before them. Leaving most of the heavy traffic behind, the car drove by another shopping area holding the local Best Buy and Target stores. As Mark’s hand moved along Jena’s thigh, he watched her reclining in the seat, allowing him to touch her leg, and spreading them just a little wider for him. “Your jeans feel really good. I can’t wait to feel your skin. But I won’t have to wait much. We’re just about there.”

The rest of the drive went by quickly and Mark enjoyed the feel of her leg the whole way. He was sure that Jena did, too, based on the squirming and sighing that he watched and listened to as he turned into parking lot. Opening her car door, he all but grabbed her hand and yanked her out of the car. But she went along with it, just as eager to take this wonderful journey to the next connection.

 

[SuthernCumfort]

She felt her own body respond immediately to his taking control. She walked fast to keep up as they walked to the door. Being close to him as they entered the building was almost enough to drive her mad. She ran her fingers through his hair and over his shoulders. She could feel the heat eminating from his body even though they were both soaked.

"If you dont get me somewhere soon, Im gonna molest you right here in the lobby" she whispered. The lady standing next to her blushed as Jena took that as a good sign. She tipped her a wink and ran her hands over Mark's back side and gave it a slap under the wet fabric of the jeans.

"MMM baby, I need you now" she said. Shock had always been one of her stronger points and as they stood there waiting for the elevator, she intended to put on a show. Hell, she didnt live here so what did it matter.

Leaning in against him, she stood on her toes and whispered in his ear.

"Is there a faster way up than this elevator? I really want to get out of these wet clothes and into something, bigger or rather something bigger into me" and with that, she began pulling her tank top out of her jeans and unbuttoning them. She stepped back allowing Mark to turn and watch her as she stepped towards the steps. Motioning him to her, she stepped quickly up one then two.

When he approached, she smiled again at the lady and placed both arms around his neck. Then leaning in, she took her tongue and traced the smile on them. This kiss would burn in both their memories as long as they were together.