Donna Manchester wheeled her late model Volvo station wagon on the open road, quickly turning on her windshield wipers to deflect the huge raindrops pounding her windshield. As she drove, she concentrated on the raindrops to avoid thinking about what she was about to do. She watched as they hit her windshield and flattened briefly from the wind before being swept away with a swish of the wiper. She almost felt like those raindrops-manipulated into making herself go away to become what everyone else wanted her to be.
For most of her life she'd always done what everyone else wanted her to do with little complaint. Her mother, father, and even her brothers. Since she was the only girl out of three kids, the pressure on her to be perfect was great. She had to be her daddy's little girl, her mother's strong woman, and her brothers' virgin sister. From there she had gone to college, graduated at the top of her class, and fell in love.
She met her ex-husband Kevin in an accounting class while working in his study group. They soon started dating and stayed together for three of her four years of college. They married right after graduation and that was where she ended. From then on, Kevin controlled her every move-what she did, how she looked, who her friends were, but that was over now. She was on her own now. For the first time in her life really. She could do anything she wanted and she wanted this. Hell, she needed this. Never had she needed anything more.
As this realization swept over her, her spirits lifted considerably. Her foot eased down on the accelerator slowly, suddenly eager to see the man who would be only the third man she'd ever been with. The first had been out of curiosity in college, and had only happened once. The anti-climactic (literally) nature of the experience was enough to make her not rush into it again. The second man was her ex-husband, over a year later. Now Mark would be her third.
She finally reached his house and pulled into a parking space. She put her car into park and reached for the key, hating herself for pausing to pull it out. She had a fine guy waiting for her inside why was she hesitating? She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, gazing through the windshield, noticing that the rain had stopped. She focused on the most beautiful full moon she'd ever seen. It seemed to glow brighter than she ever remembered seeing the moon glow, as if urging her to get out of the car and fulfill her desires. She watched it a moment longer, regaining her confidence and snatching the keys, hurrying out of the car before she lost her nerve again.
Straightening her clothes, she walked up to the door, throwing one last glance at the moon, using it's light to guide her path to the ecstasy that awaited her on the other side of that heavy door. Just as she made it to the door, it opened before she could even knock, revealing one of the most beautiful men she'd ever seen.
She stepped in the door as if in slow motion, staring at his full lips which were moving although she didn't hear a word. The door drifted closed behind her and she gently fell against it, staring at his lips which were still moving. She watched them, making no attempt to listen. She couldn't listen. To listen, she'd have to respond. To respond she would have to think. This was not a time to think. Instead, she decided to study him.
She took in his milk chocolate colored skin, dark eyes, thick lashes and hair, her eyes sliding down to his lips once again, surprised she hadn't noticed the mole right above his upper lip before. He finally stopped talking to return her stare, a slow smile spreading across those heavenly lips. They stood silently staring, her expression blank, his confused and slightly amused.
He cocked an eyebrow, finally breaking her gaze. Her eyes traveled down his body. He still had on a suit from work. He must have been home for at least three hours and hadn't bothered to change? Oh well. He wouldn't be wearing that suit much longer anyway. She just hated the fact that she would have to wrinkle it. She was sure he'd get over it.
The first three buttons on his shirt had been unbuttoned and his tie loosened. She loved it when men did that! She found it so sexy that they could look straight-laced and yet rumpled at the same time. He looked like a bad school boy. Well she was about to teach him a lesson he'd never forget.
She reached out and grabbed his tie, pulling him close so that his lips were inches from hers. She breathed lightly on his lips, pausing before diving in tongue first, devouring his mouth completely. He gasped, taken aback for a moment before rising to the occasion with relish, kissing her as feverishly as she kissed him.
