Five Years Earlier...
"There was something in the air that night, shining bright, Fernando..."
Dani Vincent laughed to tears as her boyfriend, Caid Patrick, sang off key to the ABBA song now playing on his 1969 Chevy Camaro. The car was parked under the branches of a big oak tree on the Newberry's abandoned land just outside of town. The afternoon sun shone high in the South Carolina sky, clouds barely dispensed in the light shade of summer blue, though it was fall. The sun could barely crowd the inside of the old rusty car because of the shade that was provided. A cool breeze made its way through the open windows on both sides of the vehicles.
As the song ended, Dani leaned over across Caid's lap and opened his driver door. While leaning over, she felt the semi-hard bulge in the center of his Levi jeans and giggled at the thought of him getting hard while they were practically doing nothing. Boys will be boys, she thought, before climbing over his lap and jumping out of the car. She looked back with a devilish look on her face and took off running forward towards the horizon.
Caid wasn't surprised when Dani climbed over him to escape the car, though the passenger side door was in good condition minus the creak it made once in a while. He was just hoping she didn't feel his cock while doing so. But, from the look she gave him once on solid ground, he could tell she had, and from the shy nature that came and went when sex was in question, she ran. Caid didn't immediately follow her. He took in the looks of his girlfriend and wondered how the hell he got so lucky. Dani was petite, barely 5'4'', with the sweetest body he had ever dreamed of. From shoulders to feet, she was slightly muscular but still had her hour glass figure that she's had since she hit puberty. Her size 36 C breast were round and firm. Her waist was tucked in and her tummy was flat with small petite abs indentations that were produced from being a track star. Her waist then served to curvaceous hips that could make a man drool and two bountiful globes that was her ass. Her thighs and calves were toned and her feet were the average shoe size of eight. Her body was accompanied with a gorgeous face. She had perfectly arched dark brown eyebrows that were placed over round blue eyes and dark eyelashes. She had high cheek bones that should belong to royalty and a nice nose. Her lips were more tempting than ever, even better than Angelina's. But what was truly more magnificent than anything to Caid was her skin. Her skin was a milk chocolate color, so delectable he just wanted to taste it. Her skin was as smooth as butter and invited every man to want a touch. She was dream. She was his dream. Just thinking about her made Caid's cock grow harder. He jumped from the car, slammed the door, and chased after his dream.
*****
Dani lay on the ground, exhausted from the run she had jus endured. Her breast heaved into the air as she tried to catch her breath. She loved to run. It was all she could think about besides Caid. It was almost more exhilarating than sex. Almost. Caid had been a dream come true. He was hot, brilliant, loving, mature, hot...she couldn't believe HE was happening outside a dream. Of course, she had had a crush on him for almost ten years. She had been only eight, he twelve, and to her he was her Jack Dawson. The only thing they had had in common back then, though, was his little sister Beverly, who had happened to be Dani's best friend. It was just a crush back then. But now, as she watched Caid jog towards her, it was love. After years of him tormenting her for being the little girl Bev hung out with and her calling him jerk to his face here and there, it had turned into love. Secret love that is. No one could know that they had contact outside the sister's best friend relationship. And she didn't blame the secret on him. It was only a secret because of her mother.
Her mother, Andrea, would have a cow and a horse if she had ever learned that her only daughter was dating. But Dani knew it wasn't that she was dating that was her mother's deep fear. It was the fact that Caid was white. The deep rooted fear wasn't racism, but something far from it. It was that a white man had raped Andrea when she was just eighteen. And the results from that was Andrea herself. She hated that her momma had to live with her nightmare in the form of a daughter. That's why Dani did little to upset her. She got good grades, became popular, and even managed to stay away from boys' constant relationship proposals up until Caid had grown an interest in her. But no matter what, Dani had always reminded her of her nightmares in whatever she did. Her smarts didn't come from her mom, since she was just a C- average student and didn't give a rat's ass about school back in the day. Her mom wasn't a runner, period. She thought the sport was a waste of time. She had even gotten her blue eyes from her father, since no one on her mother's side ever was known to have them. And her mom wouldn't dare like her dating status right now. She has never been, since the rape, comfortable and secure around a white man.
"What's on your mind?"
Dani lifted her eyelids and stared up to see Caid's handsome face above her. She immediately forgot her thoughts and smiled up shyly. "Nothing important," she responded.
