Off I go on another adventure.
Allie’s directions are spot-on. I walk calmly into the chaos of an elementary school preparing to dismiss………no one gives a second glance. Little kids run past me, chattering and laughing. I was headed to a super-important ‘first date’ and was invisible. Just the way we wanted it–no nosy prying eyes.
Out the door, the gap between the houses yawns at my tension. Into the alley……yep, there’s that distinctive blue car, engine running. My Ride is here.
Allie’s in the back seat. Deep breath, open the door.
Doug’s army jacket is a badge. He seems smaller than when I saw him by fire light. Thick eyebrows, his teeth are oddly small. Wavy brown hair low across his forehead. He has a few zits and a shaving cut on his chin. A wide smile, a beefy hand extends. “So! You’re the boyfriend! I’ve been waiting for this. My little sis doesn’t tell me much.”
I shake the hand. Allie grins, but whines. “Doug-LASS. Be nice. Don’t piss me off.”
“Okay, boss.” He throws it in gear. “Better hunch down, we’re going through areas where Allie is a well-known vixen.”
She sighs, but smiles at me. I spread out on the seat instead of the floor. My head goes on Allie’s lap. We sail through the alley. Doug provides an occasional comment about someone who’s an asshole. Then I notice Allie’s nails in my hair, gently stroking me. Can I please just die right here and now?
My right hand falls off the seat onto her leg. I let it sit on her ankle, then move slowly up her calf. Oh God, so this is what a girl’s tights feel like. Thank God I have my tight jockeys on.
I stop at her knee, return to the ankle. She is not making eye contact, but her legs open ever so slightly. She moves her whole hand into my hair, caressing me. Oh God, I’m gonna come.
A hard left into an alley, then we stop behind a house. “Okay, lovebirds, Out!! Leave your stuff here, I’ll be back at 4:30 to drive you home. Oh–and don’t forget–you can’t be seen, so run in the back door and stay away from all windows!”
“Doug-LASS!!! Stop!”