"Mmm. Sounds good to me. Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
"Where else did you dab perfume other than your ears?" I grinned.
"A girl never tells. You'll just have to find out for yourself. Let's go!"
I figured I'd have to find a way to find out later, as she brushed past me and walked to the car. I had to run to catch up and open the door for her, as I always did. It earned a smile and thanks.
Since we had decided on college, the whole atmosphere of our relationship had improved. It was like being relieved from pain that you didn't realize you had. All of a sudden, everything was better. Kim had signed on to Duke at a press conference, coach in attendance, reporters, flashes of cameras, film cameras. It was before the day of portable video. We watched her on local TV that night. I had given my formal letter of acceptance of my academic scholarship to Duke to one of the representatives, who more-or-less dismissively put the folded letter in her briefcase. That was fine. It was Kim's moment.
From that point on, we made a quantum leap closer. Not physically, but emotionally. It was like our spirits emerged from our bodies and merged. It was a little weird. I could almost always read her mind, and she mine. While we never had arguments, we did disagree sometimes over little things, but understood that they were little things, and so we could always settle differences quickly. Sometimes we pretended to argue, just so we could kiss and make up. The making up part was always so sweet, that eventually we dispensed with the argument part.
In other words, I learned about unlimited love. I had thought that I couldn't love her any more than I did. But each day, love grew. We'd talk about that, shaking our heads in amazement while we giggled. "How can it get any better?" we'd ask each other. Then it would, and a week later we'd ask again, usually sharing a milkshake, cheeks touching as we used two straws. A heart can stretch to any size, and keep on stretching. Love becomes infinite when you have someone like Kim.
We were off to the county fair for the day. Typically hot, the fair was the gathering place for young people, and we were bound to see many friends.
"I want to see the farm animals," I said.
"I want you to win me prizes on the Midway," Kim said.
"Maybe I want you to win me prizes?"
"Nope. I'm the girl here. I deserve to be pampered."
The fair was hot, crowded, and fun. I always had fun watching men watch Kim. She was a guy magnet, no question about it. While she seemed oblivious to it, she had, in fact, worn the white shirt. For her part, she would hold my hand or take my arm, clearly establishing territory (not that other girls gave me a second look, except to see what a stunning package like Kim would choose. I'm pretty sure they were disappointed in her taste.), and also signaling to the guys that she was taken. It reassured me, not that I really needed it.
We ate really bad, expensive food: tasteless Italian sausages with limp onions and peppers, fatty hot dogs with too many trimmings, fried dough sprinkled with too much powdered sugar, cotton candy that stuck to your nose, French fries dripping in grease with runny ketchup, Sno-cones with too-sweet syrup melting all over your hand, fresh-squeezed lemonade watered down by too many ice cubes. A fair is meant to be eaten through, in my experience, to heck with the cost. Or quality. I would burp and pat my belly. Kim would feign disgust at my manners. We would laugh and hold hands.
We strolled the aisles in the barns looking at the cows, hogs, horses, and sheep. We laughed at the looks of some of the exotic chickens. We perused the displays of prize-winning pies, cakes, and cookies. I bought Kim a thick leather belt adorned with lots of metal bits, large enough for her to wear loose around the shirt, slung low on her hips. I told her it was sexy, which was no lie. It accentuated the flare of her slim hips even over the shirt, and drew attention down to her classic legs. I think every guy in the place over the age of twelve stared at her. Younger ones, too.
We spent time with friends, going to the Demolition Derby in the sun on a hot afternoon. It was really loud, and I can't admit to becoming a lifelong fan. We laughed a lot, and even our friends saw our closeness. They were true friends, and happy for us. We were so obviously in love.
We made it to the Midway after yet another round of food, in the evening when the summer sun was low. Kim in low, warm sunset light was breathtaking. I'd like to say that my distraction with her beauty was the reason I sucked so badly at winning her prizes, but if truth be told, it was oafishness. I wondered how cute I was.
Kim was a little impatient. "Oh, here, let me try!" She did, and won. She did again, and won. A third time, and won.
"This is fun!"
"Yeah, I really enjoy being shown up by my girlfriend."
"Don't be a grouch. Being a grouch cancels out the cuteness of being an oaf."
She kept on winning most of the time. She also won the hearts of every hard-core carny in every booth with her warm smile and laughter. I think she got better prizes than most other winners. I was loaded down carrying all of them.
"I want that stuffed dog!" she said, pointing at a huge St, Bernard with a pink hanging tongue mounted on the wall behind the carny.
"OK. But it's my turn." I gave the money to the carny. He handed me a pellet rifle. "How many hits to win the big dog?"
"Eight out of ten," he said, lethargically. It had been a long, hot day.
I approached it scientifically, figuring that the sight on the rifle was off, intentionally. Not much room to spare, needing eight out of ten. And the targets were moving. Squeezing off a test shot, I predictably missed, but I had a good idea of how the sight was off, and had a sense of how far to lead the target. Taking a deep breath, I aimed.
To make a long story slightly shorter, I hit the next eight in a row. For a capper, I hit the last one, too.
The carny looked at me angrily, and took the dog off the wall. "Not to you," he said.' "To her." He handed the stuffed animal to Kim with a smile, who was clapping and hopping up and down. She took it and hugged it tight. The carny's grin widened. He gave me thumbs-up with a laugh. I think she made his day.
"I can't top that," I said. "Let's go home."
"Or somewhere," she said mysteriously, eyes flashing. How did she do that?.
Weighted down by all our treasures, we walked what felt like miles to my car. Kim hugged the big dog, and all the guys looked envious of it. The treasures and prizes went in the trunk, except the dog. It rode in the back seat.
Kim was all smiles. I got a huge hug and smooch when I climbed behind the wheel. Pressed against me in the middle of the bench seat, I could feel her silky leg along the length of my thigh.
I started the car, and we had another adventure trying to get out of the parking lot with hundreds of other cars also leaving. We chatted about the day. There was nothing we could do except be patient.
"Where can we go that's private?" Kim asked, eyes soft and seductive.
"Hmm. Let's go to the park. By the time we get there the pool will be closed, and there are some secluded spots in the parking lot."
"Sounds good!" Kim kissed my neck. Just the thought of parking with Kim had me hard as stone. We'd never parked before.
Forty-five minutes to get out of the lot. She had made her suggestion after five, so I was a little less patient after that, but it made no difference.
Finally, we were free of the fair's parking lot. Kim put her hand on my obvious bulge. "Finally!" She sighed. "I didn't want to do this with all those cars around." She unzipped my shorts, dug into the fly and brought out my hardon. Adjusting herself, she took me into her mouth.
"Kim, I don't know how safe this is," I panted.
"Keep your mind on your driving," she said, and resumed sucking. I could feel her smile as her lips slid on my shaft.
"That's easy for you to say," I said.
"It is," she replied. "I'm concentrating on what I'm doing. Why can't you?"
"Teasing again," I said.
She took me all the way down her throat, her nose in my pubic hair. When she came up, she gasped. "I don't think that quite qualifies as teasing."
"This is so unfair," I said.
"Too bad!" And she swallowed me again.
"Kim, this is dangerous."
"Only if you crash."
"Why only if I crash?"
"I'm liable to clench my teeth."
Now, there was the unthinkable. So I thought about it. I actually felt pain at the idea. I steadfastly put my mind on my driving, but the two opposite distractions were considerable.
Relieved to have arrived safely, I parked the car in the swimming pool parking lot under the branches of a huge oak tree in a corner, deep in shadow and more-or-less out of sight. Shutting off the lights, I raised Kim's head from my crotch and took her chin in my hands, kissing her. She giggled and kissed back.
"That's one of the nicest car rides I've ever taken," she said.
"That's because you weren't in mortal terror," I said.
"Scaredy cat," she said. "I knew you could do it."
"Let me kiss you"
"Yes, please!"
