Remembering Young Love, Part 2
“I don’t see why not”. Her mom too, yawned.
“I’m going to bed”. She rose from the chair, heading for her bedroom.
Closing the door, scanning the room for the courage to go through
with their plans. She slipped on a nightshirt, opened the door,
ducking into the bathroom. Trying to be as quiet as possible, she
brushed her hair and teeth. Dabbing a little perfume behind each ear.
If she actually made it out, she wanted to look her best, even though it
would be dark out. Quietly slipping back to her room, she could
already hear her dad snoring. It wouldn’t be long before her mother
would be lulled to sleep by the steady rhythm. The minutes crawled
by like hours. She sat on the headboard of her bed, peeking out the
window down the street. Keeping a watchful eye on the stop where
Tim said he would be waiting for her. An hour or so went by when she
saw the shadow of a car parked at the end of the block and the soft
glow of the cherry on the end of a cigarette. He was waiting. Slowly
opening her door so it wouldn’t squeak, she dropped to her knees. Her
parents door was open. She would have to keep low and silent.
Keeping in mind the squeaky spots in the floor , she took baby steps
past the door. The refrigerator began humming, which sent a deathly
chill down her spine. She froze in her tracks. Realizing what it was,
she continued on. Making it past the door, she gave a sigh of relief,
stopping for only a moment, then continued on down the hall.
Although the front door was on the opposite end of the house, she still
used stealth technique opening the door, making sure to unlock it.
Once outside she gave a glance back towards the window, making sure
no one was watching her disappearing into the night. Once clear of her
house, she ran towards his car. Tim, having seen her come out the
door, was waiting outside the car for her. Sara was shaking, not sure
if it was the cool of the night, being next to him or be scared to death
of getting caught. But it didn’t matter. The danger made it all that
more exciting. Her heart was about to jump from her chest. She threw
her arms around his neck, kissing him warmly. He picked her up,
cradling her in his arms.
“We better get out of here before we wake up the neighborhood”.
Tim set her back down, opening the door for her. He slid in, but didn’t
close the door. Starting the motor, driving down the street, waiting to
close the door till they were a ways away from the house. “Well,
where to now”? It didn’t really matter, as long as they were together.
After cruising main a few times, Tim decided maybe they should park
and conserve on gas. He drove just east of town on a country road.
You wouldn’t think that the darkness in the city and darkness in the
country were so different. But would swear you couldn’t see your
hand in front of your face. The headlights would catch the eyes of
small animals in the ditches, giving the animals what appeared to be
headlights of their own. Coming just across a bridge, the car slowed to
make a turn onto a prairie road. The path was barely visible and yet
you could tell by the potholes, it was frequented by others.
Maneuvering among the tree, Tim backed into a clearing and turned
off the car. Very little time was wasted on conversation. Their two
bodies were soon horizontal, intertwined. Hands discovering the
softness and heat of each other’s skin, stopping just short of the point
of no return. Feeling the eagerness and hunger in ever kiss. Body
chemicals mixing to create the sweetest nectar. Each inhaling each
drop, savoring the taste for when they would be apart. Tim held
Sara’s hand, pinning it to the seat, lifting his head, starring into her
eyes. The dim glow from the dashboard radio was the only light in the
car. The music played softly. Tim whispered the words of a song in her
ear. She smiled sweetly at the gesture. Sara slide her arm around his
waist, giving him a squeeze. His shirt was damp, slinging to his back. It
wasn’t till then she noticed that everything in the car had a thin glaze
of dew. The windshield was completely fogged over. They both looked
around at the windows, then looked at each other, laughing at the
thought of all the heat they were making to cause everything to fog
over like that. Sara raised her hand, wiping it across the glass,
leaving a smear in the once flawless haze. Her hand dripped with cool
wetness. She rested it on his cheek, causing him to flinch at the
coolness. Turning his face slightly, he kisses the moisture from her
fingers, one by one. Then kissing her neck. She arched her neck,
welcoming his desire. She looked out the small opening her hand had
made in the haze. She noticed the stars, sparkling like diamonds in
the heavens. She chose the brightest one, closing her eyes, making a
wish. The greatest wish in her heart was to always feel as wonderful
as she did right then and never let Tim leave her side. She closed her
eyes even tighter, giving him squeeze that nearly took his breath
away.
“Hey, what was that for?” he smiled at her.
“I just feel like giving you a hug.” She smiled back, almost bashful.
She wiggled out from underneath him, slipping onto the floor. She sat,
resting her head on the seat, watching Tim stare out at the stars, just
as she had done only moments before. She wondered if he was looking
at the very same star and wishing for them to be together forever, just
as she had. She closed her eyes , suddenly feeling tired. Tim glanced
over at her. She looked almost angelic. A soft glow surrounded her
face. He brushed the hair from her face. She softly moaned, almost
purring at his touch. He smiled a content smile.
Tim put his hand in his pocket, pulling out a small object. “Hey, I
know you are tired and I need to get you home before you get caught
but first I need to say something to you.” Sara raised her head, ready
for bad news, but hoping for the heavens. “I know we have only just
met but I have the feeling you are going to be a very important person
in my life. I want you to be my girl.” Tim took her hand, placing his
class ring on her small hand. The ring was at least 3 sizes too big. Sara
was speechless. Tim searched her face for the answer he hoped she
would say. Sara looked at the beautiful ring, the blue stone nearly as
brilliant as his eyes. She looked into his face, smiling sweetly, taking
his face in her hands, kissing him warmly. She slide back up beside
him on the seat. Tim glanced at the clock on the dashboard. “If we
start this again, we may never get you home. We really need to get out
of here.” Sara gave him a very mischievous smile. “Don’t even go
there.” Tim laughed at her slight pout. Tim sat up, starting the car,
turning the defrosters on high to help clear the dew from the
windows. Sara curled up beside him. Tim wrapped his arm around her
shoulder, pulling her in as close as he could get her. She rested her
head on his shoulder. The ride back to her house seemed only seconds.
She was floating on air. Tim turned off the car, coasting up to the
corner of her block. From what they could see, the house was still
dark. Tim looked into her eyes. He didn’t want to let her go, but he
knew he would be back in only a few hours. “You ready?” Tim opened
the door. Reluctantly, Sara slide out of the car. Tim held her close. She
wanted to tell him how much she really cared for him, but she felt as
though, for some reason, tears were beginning to fill her eyes. If she
said what was on the tip of her tongue she might not be able to hold
them back. She started to pull away. Tim held her hand, just a moment
longer, “I be back in a couple hours.” Sara nodded, looking up at the
house. “Be careful.”
Sara ran across the yard, opening the door as slowly as she could.
The house was still dark . she stood just inside ,listening for the
sounds of her dad’s snoring, the house was silent . She could feel the
hair tingle . Making her way down the hall, she ducked into the
bathroom . Once inside she sighed with relief. She was sure to be safe
from this point. She grabbed a nightshirt from the hook behind the
door. Slipping her shirt off , she could smell the sweet aroma of Tim’s
cologne . She breathed in deeply. Almost feeling drunk from the scent.
She threw her clothes down the clothes chute, getting rid of any
evidence that she may not have been in bed this whole time, except for
the shirt. She held that close. Opening the door, tip toeing down the
hall to her room. Once inside ,she hurried to the window to see if Tim
had left. His car was still sitting at the corner. She flashed her lights
on and off to signal that everything was fine. He , also, flashed his
lights, then drove away. Sara slipped beneath her covers, holding her
shirt up close to her head so she could smell his scent. She had never
felt to content in her life. She thought to herself, “No matter what
happens from this point, we will always be very special to each other.”
She could feel it , from the very center of her soul. People may come in
and out of their lives but they will always remember that night under
the stars, wanting so desperately to be the center of each other’s
worlds. Building a foundation of respect and love. No matter what
direction their lives may take, their faces will forever be etched in
each others hearts. Sara and Tim.
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