It Could Happen (7)
Working the late shift has made me something of a night owl. I have gotten comfortable wrapped in the embrace of nighttime, walking the quiet streets alone. Not terribly bright, but it sure beat sitting by myself in an apartment built for two.
Tonight, I had someone at my side. Walking with Jill’s arm wrapped around my waist, her head leaning occasionally on my shoulder, was an emotional experience for all by itself. Almost as intense as the all-too-brief moments of almost-sex. The first few minutes passed in silence, both of us no doubt trying to brush away the cobwebs of arousal. Took a bit of doing, but eventually the pounding in my flesh mellowed to the occasional twitch.
“I noticed something earlier…” Jill said languidly.
“Just one thing?” I teased.
“I’m trying to change the subject here. You’re not helping.” She stopped to smile at me.
“Oh? And what subject were we on?”
She turned and laid her hands on my breasts, giving a quick squeeze. “I think something along these lines….” She whispered as I gasped in surprise.
I felt a quick desire streak through me and covered her lips with mine, my tongue relentless in its quest. Hey eyes were closed when I pulled away, and as she opened them I saw my need staring back at me.
“No fair.” She breathed.
I grinned. “You started it.”
“Well…I wasn’t…I mean…ok.” She paused, releasing her grip on me. I took her cue and we resumed walking.
******
“So, what was it you were saying?” I finally asked.
“Nothing major, sweetheart,” she said. Be still my heart. “I just wondered a little bit about your folks. I mean, I went on and on about mine…you never said a word about yours.”
I stopped, caught off guard by the unexpected and, yes, unwelcome question. Family was not a favorite topic for me, and in fact when Jill started on hers, I remember hoping she wouldn’t ask about mine. I was not ready to have this conversation…at least, not tonight.
“Mom and Dad are happily divorced.” I spoke with what I hoped was a tone of finality.
“…and?” she persisted.
“And I’m glad they’re not here right now.”
She finally got it. “I read you loud and clear…for now.”
I took a deep breath and let myself relax. I don’t talk about my family for two reasons: memories that were actually physically painful when they seeped into my mind…and a general caution from years of dealing with the press. Letting my guard down was not something I did often…or lightly.
******
We walked around for about an hour, sometimes talking, sometimes silently enjoying the sight and touch of each other. Jill told me about her first girlfriend, who apparently hadn’t been able to make up her mind whether she was a lesbian or not. That ended when Jill suggested that she might simply be bisexual…giving the girl the push she needed to go after a guy she’d had a crush on for a while.
I laughed out loud at that.
“It’s really not funny, Danny. I thought we’d been speaking generally...how was I to know she was attracted to one particular guy?” She raised an eyebrow at me. “I’ll have you know it took me forever to get over her. Almost two weeks!!”
Jill was laughing as well now, and totally unprepared when I grabbed and kissed her. Hard. Completely. Thoroughly. When I let her go, she looked into my eyes in wonder.
“What was that about?” She gasped.
I grinned lazily at her. “Just making sure it’d take longer than two weeks to get over me.”
“Oh, definitely longer,” she said seriously. “Maybe even…six weeks?”.
“Hey!” I cried indignantly, giving her behind a little smack. “I was hoping for at least seven!”
Jill gave me a smile, looking at me without a hint of teasing. “Danny West…I have a feeling I wouldn’t be able to get over you in seven years.”
We looked into each other’s eyes for a while, and I felt a rush of warmth through my soul. Hope was reborn in me…hope for tomorrow, for love…for Jill. Desire was not far behind, following suit as my eyes dropped to the curve of her lips, then the promise of her breasts, rising and falling with each breath she drew. Even as I watched, her nipples hardened through the fabric of her top, and she gave a small shiver.
I took her in my arms and held her close as she tightened her arms around me. I felt the wind make its way around us, while we stood wrapped in what was more than embrace…it was a beginning.
I kissed her brow “Jill,” She looked up at me. “Stay with me tonight? I…I don’t think I can let you go just yet. We don’t have to make love…but I want to hold you and wake up next to you…”
“Funny, I was thinking the exact same thing.” She kissed my chin. “Let’s go home.” Home.
