I catch your eye while fingering the peonies, give you a little smile, and move on. At the heirloom tomatoes, I am torn between a purple and golden, or an olive and orange. Both equally repugnant to look at and assumed delectable to bite into. I opt for both; grab some watercress, carrots, a zucchini, and a couple of cucumbers. I sense you following me, but it isn't off-putting, surprisingly. At the herb stand you ask, "do you know what this?"
"Looks like a basil variety. Here.." I gently bruise the leaves between my finger tips and offer them to you to smell. You lean in and inhale the bright fragrance, not taking your eyes off mine. "Delicious."
I retract my hand and inhale the aroma for myself, "oh that is actually quite nice, you can smell the anise from the rich soil." You cock your eyebrow at the word 'anise' ....boys. I garb a few bunches, "this will make delicious pesto. Can you hand me some of that spinach behind you?" You turn and I take my opportunity to check you out fully. ...nice.
"So you cook," half question, half statement, as you hand me the spinach.
"I do. Do you?"
"Not really, I'm just here to pick up hot chicks."
"Ahh."
"I'm kidding," sensing you are loosing my attention quickly. "My kid is in the community band. They are playing this morning."
"Oh...that's sweet."
"And I really wanted to talk to you." Bold, I like it. We continue our small talk and agree to meet for drinks later.
Post-shower, I dab a few drops of perfume behind my ears and wrists. I slip on a sundress, grabbing a light cardigan, since the evenings can still be cool. I slip on my new slingback sandals and head out.
The bar is crowded, typical for a college town. I find you at the bar. Your smile is warm...I feel tingles. We sip and chat, your hand on my back, leaning in to hear me over the noise. "Let's go outside," you suggest, "I can't hear for shit in here."
We head out to the back patio. "Better," I say, my ears still ringing a little.
"I'd really like to kiss you. I've wanted to kiss you since I saw you with the tulips this morning."
"It that a euphemism?"
You smile, "Maybe." I lean in and kiss you and you reciprocate. You're a good kisser, thank god. We continue our make-out session. I break away, "I want to keep doing this, but can we go somewhere that smells less like stale beer and lost dreams?" You are visibly piqued.
Your place is nearby...it's actually upstairs? "Wait? What?" ..."I probably should have mentioned, I own the bar. It's just convenient to live upstairs." Smooth. I follow you up the two flights to a large converted space. Clearly it's former life was industrial of some variety. The high ceilings, exposed brick, and beams give the space interest and character, not often seen in these small towns. It's tidy, well furnished - a woman's touch perhaps. "Make yourself comfortable, I'm gonna grab us something to drink."
I wander over to the row of windows facing the town square, trees lit with twinkle lights the City put up at Christmas and haven't taken down despite the late spring month. "Here,"handing me a cold beer, "whatcha looking at."
"Oh, where we first met, I want to capture it in my memory so we can tell our grandkids one day."
You sip and look at me over the bottle. "I'm fucking with you. ...clearly the town will have developed the space and trees will be long gone by then." ...beat. "Yep, still fucking with ya."
You take my beer and set the bottles out of the way. You then lean in, kissing my neck, your hand on the small of my back, then caressing my ass. "Mmmmm, that's nice." You smack my ass, not hard, but enough to startle me. I return the favor. Soon we are play fighting and kissing and laughing like horny teenagers.
You stop and look at me. Really look at me. I feel naked, despite being fully-clothed. My stomach tightens and there is a twitch between my legs. I press myself against you wrapping my arms around your shoulders and kiss you deeply. You return the favor, wrapping your arms around my waist. I then find myself being lifted slightly and walked backwards.
The bed against my calves stops me. You whisper "Too fast?"
"A little...but I am really enjoying you."
"Me too...Are you hungry?"
