A little note to readers.
All of my stories have been based on either my favorite fantasies ("In the rain," and "Watching" or actual events in my life (In the Ladies Room," and "My secret confession." I struggle big time with just making something up. :)
This story is a loose play on both, hope you enjoy it. Don't forget to leave me feedback as I really look forward to reading what you think, the good and the bad. Oh and please vote. :)
Thanks for reading.
Ali
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Jenna shifted on the hard, uncomfortable, and sticky metal bench. She looked up from her book, distracted by a couple of teenage boys passing her. It was obvious that they were completely oblivious to the fact that she was sitting there. She almost shouted at them when the heavier one came less then an inch from stomping on her foot, protected only by the two flimsy straps of her sandal.
They hooted, grunted and whistled their approval and appreciation to a beautiful blonde standing in line for tickets. Jenna rolled her eyes, and sighed in irritation. Was it hard wired that young men had to be obnoxious and ridiculous in the presence of any beautiful woman? She pushed her reading glasses back up the bridge of her nose and pursed her lips as she shifted again and crossed her slender legs. She wished a breeze would come and dry some of the moisture gathering at the back of her neck.
Absently and somewhat bitterly, she recalled a time when she had let her dorm room roommate dress her up in a replica of Halle Berry's Cat Woman outfit and do her make-up for a Halloween party. She had thought she looked good. Well as good as her, less then a handful, boobs and stick like figure could look. But the only recognition that she was even alive came from the foreign student whose English was barely understandable and whose face reminded her of a monkey.
Jenna shook the memory and allowed her eyes to curiously fall over the woman. She couldn't see her face, as her back was to her, but from behind she was very easy to look at. Her long silky blonde hair graced her narrow shoulders and flowed down her back in playful waves. The curve of her hips was a slow and easy line to follow before plunging down her long, sun kissed, and literally perfect legs. The little black flowy dress she wore hugged her body and complemented her flawless skin. Her small, delicate feet were decorated in strappy hills and Jenna found herself swallowing a lump of thick and sour tasting jealousy.
She moved her eyes back up the woman's body, and felt her heart drop and the blood in her face jump fifty degrees in temperature when her lingering gaze met with the blank stare of the man now standing beside the blonde bombshell. Where had he come from? It didn't matter she was more then embarrassed. A flimsy smile sprang to her lips then fell away quickly as she tore her eyes away and returned her attention back to her book.
For the next fifteen minutes Jenna starred at the words in her book and tried, without success, to get back into the story. Relief washed over her when she heard the familiar sound of the train. Slamming the book closed she watched as the train approached and came to a stop. She felt the butterflies in her stomach swarm, and smiled at her child like excitement and anticipation. This was it. She was going home for the summer. No classes or exams, no teachers, no nothing. She wouldn't answer her phone, or check her email. She'd just lay buy the river and relax for the next two and half months.
College was tough, she was doing well, liked her friends and even some of her classes but she missed home. She couldn't wait to go to lunch with her mother every few days, and take the boat out with her father. Her parents, she knew, missed her too. They were having a hard time adjusting to the fact that she was nineteen instead of twelve.
Jenna adjusted the scrunchy that held the thin and dry tail of brunette hair out of her face then dropped her reading glasses in her bag. She scanned the small train station and guessed the train would be crowded. A huge number of people fell into a long line at the entrance to the massive machine that never failed to awe her. Hopefully she wouldn't have a chatty person sit next to her. She didn't want to talk, she wanted to eat, maybe read a little and sleep.
Jenna fell into line and when she took the first step onto the boarding platform, her ankle twisted somehow and she crashed into the back of the large man in front of her. She realized she had grabbed a fistful of his jacket in the fall and released it as she tried to regain her balance. The familar heat of embarrassment flooded her cheeks when he turned to confront his attacker.
With a throbbing ankle and a red face, she tried to collect herself and attempted to smile at the man starring back at her, the same man that had caught her eyeing the blonde barbie standing in front of him.
"Oh my Goodness, I'm so sorry," she said failing to avoid eye contact. Of course the man had to be gorgeous, she thought. He stood easily over six foot tall, and his denim jacket hugged his broad shoulders nicely. His sky blue eyes flashed a hint of surprise before he spoke in a thick southern accent.
"No problem, you okay?" He asked, a sloppy grin pulling at the corners of his lips, and a large hand pushing through the messy mop of sandy blonde hair on his head.
"Yes, thank you," she told him attempting a smile. Her face felt as though it would catch fire at any moment.
The blonde woman, now standing beside him, turned and looked at her strangely. She had large blue eyes, a shade or two darker then his, under wispy bangs, and pouty lips. Jenna seen her eyes flicker what looked like recognition. She knew she didn't know the couple; in fact the woman looked like she'd just stepped out of the cover of a Victoria's Secret Magazine.
"Oh, I've been there," the woman said. "If you're wearin' even the slightest heel, you gotta watch your step." Her southern accent was as thick as the man's. A pretty smile spread across her porcelain like face, showing her pearly white teeth. "I'm Kay and this is my husband Jason," she said thrusting her hand towards Jenna.
Jenna smiled and nodded her head, trying not to wonder if the woman noticed that she wasn't wearing heels. "Yeah, I guess I should pay more attention, I'm Jenna," she said taking the woman's petite hand. Should have worn my jeans anyway, she thought smoothing out her plain cream colored dress.
