drove to Smither’s Boutique, where her eyes widened when he told her she could choose whatever she wanted. His treat. She was hesitant at first, but then she got into the groove of it when the store assistant started showing her several pieces. At the end of it all, she had three outfits, two pairs of shoes, and a purse as well. Phillip smiled as he gave the woman his credit card and she easily swiped almost two thousand dollars from it.
He saw her eyes bulge with the surprise that he’d bought everything instead of just the one outfit she’d called her favorite, but he waved his hand to tell her it was no big deal. “I hope you spill coffee on me tomorrow,” she told him as they left.
He laughed. “How about I just purposely see you instead, and treat you to whatever you like?” He asked. She smiled at him and he knew she would no longer resist him. They deposited the bags on the back seat of the car. “I have a feeling you aren’t busy, so would you mind sharing the day with me?”
“What do you want to do?” She asked.
He thought he would love to hold her and taste the softness of her lips that were tempting him to madness now. Instead, he opted for a more civilized response. “How about we go to the park and just hang out?”
“That sounds nice,” she said.
He drove to the close by Community Park and they spent the better part of three hours talking like old friends and laughing. They took turns skipping stones on the pond and acting like children. “I don’t know your name,” she said to him as she turned suddenly.
“Nor I yours,” he admitted. “What a terrible way to meet someone.”
“Not so terrible. I’m Melody,” she said as she held out her hand.
“And I am Phillip. Nice to meet you, Melody,” he said as he reached out to gather her hand in his own. The moment he touched her, his stomach was in knots, and this time he had no intention of controlling himself. It was a beautiful day and he was in the company of a wonderful woman, and he didn’t want to stop himself. He held her hand longer than he should have, and when he lowered his head to kiss her, she didn’t move away. He locked her lips with his own, and like magnets to steel their bodies drifted together until she was pressing against him. He slipped his hand around her waist to pull her even closer, and her hands found the tangle of hair at the back of his head, fastening him to her.
He held onto to her like she was oxygen and he needed her to live, and as he did so, his body grew ripe with desire for her, and he began throbbing in places that had been long subdued. He could feel her heart beating fast and strong against his chest and he could tell that she wanted him as well. He couldn’t contain himself as he pushed her against a nearby tree, devouring her lips with his own, and as she responded, he lowered his head and nuzzled her neck, taking in her fragrance that was as soft and light as her name. The music that was her name echoed in his bones and they danced a slow rhythmic dance under their maple tree as the leaves fell around them unnoticed. His hands drifted to her bosom and he clenched his fists around soft mounds, and she moaned, and then pulled away. He was unable to regain focus for a few seconds as his pupils readjusted themselves.
“What’s wrong?” He asked her.
She was breathing heavily. “This is not the place,” she said as she looked around her nervously. “Plus, I need to get out of these shoes,” she laughed.
He looked at her disappointedly. “May I see you again?” He asked timidly, fighting the lack of confidence he was so unaccustomed to feeling.
She leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips before capturing his thoughts again with her grey spells. “How about dinner...tonight?”
“Where?” He asked as he felt his features lit up again.
“My place: a token of appreciation,” she smiled.
“Agreed,” he said as he led her to the car once more. Just before he got there
Barbara Corcoran, Bruce Littlefield