It was Friday night, and I hadn't spent more than, oh, say, five minutes without thinking about the events of a few days before with Lisa. It was partly reliving the experiences in my head, and partially in anticipation of the upcoming events of the weekend.
Will and Donna had been good friends for the longest time. We'd done much together over the past few years. We'd gone to ballgames together, plays, concerts, they'd seen me through my divorce, we laughed and cried together over the joys and tribulations of raising our kids, and now...now I was having sex with their daughter! If they knew, I couldn't imagine they'd be happy about it...but I guess the point was to insure that they didn't know.
When they asked me to give them a ride to the airport, of course I obliged. I pulled up in front of the house and rang the doorbell. Lisa answered, a bit more conservatively dressed than a few days before, and gave me the warmest, loveliest smile. Those gray eyes danced, and she said, "Come on in, I'll tell them you're here." And then she whispered, "Come to the alley?" I smiled back, patted her shoulder, and nodded in agreement.
We carried their bags to the car. As is typical, Will had one small bag and Donna had two large ones for the weekend. We drove the short route to the airport, and I went in with them to wait for their plane. I did this first because they are such fun people to talk and visit and joke with, and secondly because Lisa had asked me to. She needed some time to run to the store for things for dinner. So, I dutifully waited for them to board their plane, watched the plane depart, and somehow managed to keep myself from sprinting back to my car.
I hurriedly stopped at an upscale grocery on the way home, and rushed in to buy a bottle of wine. I wanted something nice, and picked out a nice (I hoped) French wine...something I couldn't pronounce. She'd be able to, I knew, having prepared herself more than adequately to major in languages in college. I drove the remaining blocks, pulled into the alley, and she came out of the house and opened the garage door for me. I pulled in, and she closed the door behind us. I got out and she slipped into my arms and gave me a happy little kiss. "I thought this would be better...didn't want any nosy neighbors to think I had an overnight guest!" I returned the kiss and smiled.
"That looks really cute on you,", I said, referring to the sundress she was wearing. The temperature hadn't cooled off much from earlier in the week, and she dressed appropriately. The sundress was a light blue, and had delicate little flowers of some sort all over it...I'm clueless as to which kind. It set off her beautiful little body quite nicely.
"Thanks, Larry...I had you in mind when I picked it out". I retrieved the bottle of wine from the seat and showed her.
"Oh, this is wonderful. I had this when I was in France. Mom and Dad don't know I drank anything over there, though."
"I don't think you have to worry about that...they're pretty aware of the differences in cultures. I doubt they'd be too upset with you."
She smiled and agreed. Goodness, how that smile of hers melted me! We walked through the backyard and into the house. I put the wine in the refrigerator, and took a deep breath. The aromas were wonderful...she'd obviously gone to a lot of work to prepare a nice meal.
"You must have learned a lot from watching your dad cook," I said. "This smells and looks wonderful."
"Want to know a secret? You can't tell Daddy I told you this, but I do most of the cooking when company's coming over. He doesn't really do much until people start arriving...then he takes over. I don't mind, actually...I think it's kind of funny."
"Well, you've done well then...I've eaten some pretty great meals here over the past several years." She kissed me lightly on the cheek to say thank you.
We each had a glass of wine while she finished preparing the meal. I couldn't even tell you what it was...it was French food of some kind, and I'm pretty unsophisticated in culinary matters. We sat down and ate, and talked: of school, of my job, how my children were doing, of her travel abroad, of her career plans. We gazed at each other a lot. She was so self-confident for one so young. Most eighteen year olds don't have themselves together so well. Her parents had nothing to fear about her traveling to the other side of the country in a month to go to school.
We both ate our fill...I was careful not to overeat, considering what the rest of the night held in store for us! Dessert was some sort of French pastry...again, I had no clue what it was, but it was delicious. I noticed it was getting dark earlier than it should...storm clouds were rolling in pretty quickly. "Let me help you with the dishes, lovely Lisa," and winked at her. She actually blushed a bit, which made me smile even more. We cleared the table, and loaded the dishwasher. The sky continued to grow darker, and I could see through the kitchen windows that the clouds were growing angry. Just then, the first strike of lightening hit...it was quite some distance away, but it lit up the entire room.
"Oh, I love thunderstorms...let's sit in the living room and watch." I agreed...I love them too. We opened the curtains in the living room and watched the display. Nature had LOTS of energy that night. The strikes began slowly, then picked up in intensity and frequency as they grew closer and closer. Soon they were happening nearly every five seconds, and the sounds were deafening. As she sat on the couch nestled against me, Lisa's breathing was growing more rapid.
"Not scared, are you?" I asked.
"No, not at all. Big storms like this just...well, EXCITE me...."
