Consummation

I walk into the bar down the street from his shop twenty minutes earlier than I’d told him. Traffic was lighter this evening, and I've arrived way earlier than expected.

I peer around the corner of the crowded bar; the clientele tonight is mostly old men sipping martinis and Manhattans. I wander to the end of the bar and spot the back of a very familiar head. But it’s not David. It’s his foreman Ron, who also happens to be married to my cousin’s best friend. Ron doesn’t see me; he’s watching one of the small televisions mounted above the bar. But I am standing so close to him that if I breathe heavily enough, he’d feel it on the back of his neck. Next to Ron is an empty barstool, with a black jacket that I recognize as David’s slung across the back.

I can feel my face twisting in horror as I assess the situation. Ron cannot see me here. I can’t afford to face him. I suspect that he knows what’s going on between me and David, but so far he hasn't seen any physical proof of it, and if he did, I know the news would spread like wildfire on that side of my family. That would be the end of me.

I swing my hair to block the left side of my face and quickly walk past him and down the stairs to the restrooms around the corner. I figure that David must be in the men’s room. I have to see him before Ron sees me. I stand just in front of the men’s room door, shifting my weight back and forth between my feet.

A few minutes later, David swings open the door and nearly recoils when he sees me. Can he can read the dismayed expression on my face? He gathers me into his arms and kisses me briefly.

“Whoa, you scared me! You...you're always showing up when I least expect it. It's like you're always just here with me...weird, huh? What are you doing here? I didn’t expect you here for another fifteen minutes.”

“Ron’s out there.”

“Yeah…I can’t believe it. Dude never wants to stay for a beer after we leave the shop, but tonight of all nights, I mentioned that I was coming over here and he decided to come too.”

“I can’t have this, David, you know that. I walked right up behind him before I realized it was him. He didn’t see me, I don’t think, but I can’t have this.” I bite my lip hard. “What do you want me to do?”

David sighs loudly, and I get the sense that he’s growing weary of keeping this secret. “I want you to come out and sit down with us and have a drink, that’s what.”

I shake my head, my eyes wide. “No! You know I can’t do that. Look, I’ll move my car to the parking lot of the bank across the street. Take your time. Finish your beer and then come meet me.”

“Okay.” He leans down to kiss me again. He tastes so good, and his lips are so sweet and full and soft, all my anxiety melts away.

I leave the bar through another exit and move my SUV to the bank lot across the pike, watching and waiting for David to come to me. Ten minutes later, he’s in the seat next to me, kissing me tenderly.

We pull apart and his eyes glint. “Fuck it! I’m tired of doing this behind everyone’s backs. Let’s just run away together! Just jump on 95 and drive. What do you think?”

I don’t know how to reply. I was right; it seems he is getting tired of sneaking around. I need to set him straight, but how do I do it without upsetting him?

“I would never, ever do anything to put you in danger,” David says, meeting my gaze. Did he read my mind? “You have a good life…I just want to make it a little better.” He gives me a small, sad smile.

“I just don’t want you to think I’m a bad person for doing all this.” His opinion matters to me. I know I’m not perfect, but I don’t want him to think I’m terrible, either.

“I don’t think you’re a bad person at all.”

Reassured, I lean over the console and kiss him. We decide to go to Applebee’s again, and he holds my hand as I drive down the pike.

After dinner, we get back into my car and start making out again. “Let’s go park,” David whispers, and we both laugh as we kiss.

We wind up in the parking lot of the Observatory, the softball field where we had our very first kiss all those years ago. This has always been a sacred space for me. It’s too damp and chilly to go out on the field, so we pull down the rear seats of the SUV and hop back there again. This time, I’ve come prepared: I have a few condoms and I've also brought a soft blanket, in case we get cold.

Once again, David lowers himself over me and we kiss for what seems like hours. I feel myself unwind as he delicately sucks on my lips, my neck, my ears.

“I…am…so…fucking…wet…” I murmur as his hand slides up my sweater. “I think...I think I’m melting. I want to get naked right now.”

We strip, and his hands travel up and down the length of my body, following the curves of my hips and ass and breasts. He moans as I reach down and wrap my hand around his cock. I can’t bear it. I need to get him inside me.

“Where are your condoms?” he asks, his voice thick with lust. I tell him where I’ve stashed them, and he makes short work of putting one on. Then he turns back to face me. I am lying under him, naked and vulnerable and shaking with desire for him. He kneels between my thighs and looks me unflinchingly in the eye. “Are you ready?”

“Yes...” I whisper, smiling. “It’s been a while for me…so I might be a little tight.”

No sooner have I spoken than David thrusts into me, neither too fast nor too slowly. He’s just right. Perfect. I can’t help myself; I’m not a screamer naturally, but he just feels so fucking incredible as he opens me up that I begin gasping, yelling, “Oh my God…oh my God…ohmyGodyoufeelsofuckinggood…oh my God!” I don’t feel self-conscious at all, the words just come pouring out of me, like I don’t even have control over my brain as he enters me.

He is thick and hard as a rock, his ass pumping up and down as he pushes ever deeper into me. He grasps my thighs and pulls them around his waist. At first, we just stare into each other’s eyes as he goes to work on me, but soon I shut my eyes, needing to be alone while I experience the incredible sensations that he’s giving me.

I open my eyes a few moments later, and he is still staring at me, biting his lip as he rides me hard. “I love you,” I whisper.

“I love you too,” he whispers back, and it all feels and sounds so good to me that I’m scared for a moment that I may just break down in tears. I realize that I have been in love with him all along. But I don’t want to freak him out with the intensity of my feelings, so I manage to keep it together.

Sweat is pouring off him, dripping down onto my face and body. The SUV has become sauna-like, condensation gathering on all the windows. David is thrusting into me steadily, his breath coming out in vicious pants. He’s working so hard to please me. “You need to tell me how you want it,” he gasps.

“It's perfect,” I moan. "This is perfect. You are perfect, your body feels so good, you are fucking amazing!"

He slows down for a moment. “Did you come?” I whisper.

He laughs a little, sounding embarrassed, and collapses on me. “Yeah...I’m sorry it was so short.”

“No!” I protest. “It was perfect. I swear I never yell like that, but you really made me holler. You just felt so good.”

“I think that’s what got me off so fast,” he explains. “I heard you yelling and I just couldn’t handle it. It felt too good.” He rolls off me and drops onto the upholstery. "Woooooo!" He gives me a silly grin. "When can we do that again?"

I giggle. "How about Saturday in Lancaster? Maybe we can find an empty barn somewhere!"

He laughs. "Yeah, or we could hop into a buggy and do it there!"

We kiss and cuddle for a long while, and then I remember how he had mentioned his aching back last night on the phone. “Roll over and I’ll rub your back,” I command. At first, he demurs, telling me I don’t have to go to any trouble, but soon enough he rolls over, exposing the long, smooth expanse of his naked back, which has always been one of my favorite parts of his body. I begin massaging his back, neck, and shoulders as he groans in relief. “You have nooo idea how good that feels…”

Smiling, I straddle his ass and slide my bare breasts from the small of his back up to his shoulder blades, an action which intensifies his groan. I massage him for a good ten minutes and then I just drape myself over his back, snuggling up to him and kissing him all over. All I can think about is how much I really do love him. He’s like a shining light, and I feel warm and content just being in his presence. I am so crazy about him.

Finally, we dress ourselves and push the rear seats back into their upright positions. We sit side by side in the backseat chatting for another fifteen minutes, and then I tell him it’s time for me to go home.

We jump out the rear doors and he grabs his coat and his backpack, then bends over and kisses me gently. He pulls back for a moment and whispers, “I love you.”

I murmur, “I love you, David,” and kiss him back.