Vintage Vera

The jeep jiggled its way down the rocky road we were on. The blindfold is still tied around me, so I can’t say much. All I know is that we’ve been driving for an hour and a half and half of that time has been on a dirt road. Michael hasn’t told me where we were going, even though I’ve asked him like a billion times. He always replied with, “You’ll see.” God, do I hate it when people do that to me. He’s doing it on purpose; maybe because I’ve been annoying him along the way.

“Are we there yet?” I sighed, rolling my eyes behind the black cloth.

“Actually,” he lingered as the jeep bobbed to a stop, “there. After the millionth time you’ve asked, we’re here.”

“Oh! Yaaaayyy!” I jumped, giggled, and clapped my hands sarcastically.

“Whatever,” he laughed. I raised my hands to my eyes and began to peel the blindfold off. His hands playfully slapped my prying fingers away, “Don’t take it off yet. We kinda’ aren’t there.” He laughed when I jerked back into the leather seat.

I faced him as best as I could, blindly. This blindfold was really starting to piss me off. “What do you mean, ‘kinda’ aren’t there’?” I mocked him.

“It means we have to walk the rest of the way,” he chuckled as he got out of the jeep. Walk? Where in the world are we? Am I supposed to get out too? Then the door clicked open.

“You can do it, Vera. You’re smart. C’mon.” I could hear the smile plastered on his face. His voice seemed sweeter and more charming. I couldn’t help but smile. I wonder what he has planned. I shifted in my seat and jumped out of the jeep. Grass instantly engulfed my feet and tickled my calves. Okay… Where are we?

I stretched my arms out as I stumbled for balance. Not being able to see is a lot more confusing to the mind than you think. “Michael…” I whimpered as the thought of my arms not touching anything frightened me.

His hands suddenly wrapped around my waist. He reached for my flailing arms, pulled them down, and folded two thin straps of a bag in my palm. “Calm down,” he whispered into my ear, “hold this.” I swallowed, blushed, and nodded at his request. He let go of the bag and my body jerked forward as its weight caught me by surprise.

“Okay,” he called as the sound of the jeep’s trunk door closed. I groaned and threw the straps of the bag over my shoulder. His hand wrapped around my elbow and he sighed, “Let’s walk, shall we?”

~*~

“Stand here,” Michael pulled me by the hips and placed me in his desired spot. Between the folds of the handkerchief, a bright yellow-orange light peeked in. I heard him shuffle around the grass, heard him rip bags open, and heard things clink with each other.

“What in the world are you doing?” I giggled.

“Wait. You’ll see.” He groaned. There he goes again with the, “you’ll see”.

“I’m taking the blindfold off!” I sassed as I placed my hands on my waist.

“Wait, wait, wait!” He shuffled about a while longer and then all the noise stopped. “Okay. You can take it off now.” I raised my hands to my eyes, but stopped.

“No,” I whimpered as I choked on the tears that threatened to form. I cupped my face over the black cloth and hid my surroundings further.

“Vera…. What’s wrong?” Michael asked, completely dumbfounded.

“I’m scared.” The corners of my mouth went south. I took in a deep breath and fanned my face.

“Scared?” he chuckled, “scared of?” He startled me by brushing his hands on my elbows.

“I don’t know!” A smile cracked between my frown.

“Vera, you’re being ridiculous. You’re gonna’ love it! I promise,” he removed my hands from my face and began to fold the blindfold off.

“No. Wait…” I took a deep breath in. I reached for the cloth, but winced and backed off again. Michael laughed and tried to take it off of me again. “No... Wait. I can do it. I need to do it.”

C’mon, Vera! You can do this, you bitch! Do it! I can’t do it… Agh! Just do it! Okay…

“Agh!” I ripped the blindfold off in a rapid gesture. There! You see! I did it.

“Babe, I think your eyes have to be open too.” He laughed. Babe!? My eyes sparked open at his words. He did that on purpose, didn’t he?

My eyes opened wider than they’ve ever opened. My mouth gaped open and I quickly covered it with my hands. This was so surreal! A red and white checkered blanket was spread across the grass. A wicker bistro round table and two wicker chairs sat on top of half of the blanket. The table carried a white candle, an orchid in a vase, a beer bottle, and a bottle of non-alcoholic sparkling wine. On the other half of the checkered blanket lay an ensemble of pillows facing a white screen. Behind the pillows rested another table that held a projector and an iPad. From where I was standing it looked like a picture. The sun setting in the horizon, trees caving in the set laid out, and the long grass poking out on the edges of the blanket.

What-the-fuck?! This is perfect; too perfect...This is my dream date! I’ve been dreaming it since I was 10! Something here is definitely not right… Michael’s romantic… But this romantic? I really don’t think so. Or is this all just a coincidence?

“Okay… I know it’s a little over romantic for a second date, but I thought this would be pretty cool. Especially for what I have planned.” Michael beamed with his perfect smile.

“What you have planned?” My face grew serious.

“Yeah. C’mon.” He waved his arm toward the chair.

“Are you planning to propose?” I huffed and looked at the whole get-up.

“Maybe,” he whispered.

“Well, aren’t I a lucky girl.” I giggled giving in and walked to the chair he pointed out for me. Why am I being so weird about this? Maybe he is a romantic and coincidentally this was his dream date as well. Why do I always have to overthink it?

~*~

“Ready?” Michael tried to hold his laughter, but he couldn’t hold it. As his laughter burst out, so did his spit; it sprayed out like water being thrown in front of a fan going 70 miles per hour. I couldn’t help but start laughing as well. I doubled over; holding my stomach afraid my bladder will lose its holding capabilities.

“C’mon! Ready?” Michael chuckled. His shoulders bobbing up and down as each chuckle made its way out. I jerked my body straight and put my serious face on.

“Bring it.” I bobbed my head up in acknowledgement. He positioned himself in an appropriate stance. We stood a little ways from the table and pillows. He faced me and I faced him, within quite a distance. I opened my mouth wide and a giggle left my mouth.

“Stop it! You’re making me laugh and that’s cheating!” He laughed.

“Okay, okay,” I giggled as I raised my hands in the air in defeat. I opened up my mouth again and waited for him to take his shot. He cleared his throat and his face grew serious as he eyed his target. I closed my eyes to avoid any of the fruit he was about to try to throw in my mouth, plop into my eyes.

“Open your eyes! You have to try to catch it, Vera!” Michael giggled. My crystal blues opened and the sunset quickly engulfed my view. It was so perfect; orange, red, and with a slight hint of a diminishing blue. I returned my gaze to a perfectly positioned Michael. He raised his hand to his face and eyed my mouth for a bit. His arm extended with a jerk and the small cubed piece of watermelon hurled toward me.

I can do this!

I scooped my body down and the watermelon slipped into my mouth with ease. Michael jumped into the air as the watermelon reached my lips, his fist leading the way. I closed my mouth and chocked on the piece of fruit as I swallowed with a laugh threatening to come out.

“I totally owned you!” Michael threw his fist in the air one last time. My laugh finally broke out as I swallowed the fruit. We both stumbled toward the table laughing our little bums off.

“My turn,” I stuck my tongue out at him as I grabbed the hugest green grape I’ve ever seen in my life.

“Wait,” he walked toward me smiling from his weakened laughter, “you have some melon on your neck.” As I reached my hand to my neck, he gently slapped it away. “You have to take it off the right way, Vera.”

“How’s that, Michael?” I grinned as he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into him.

“I have to lick it off,” he chuckled as his face nuzzled into my neck.

“Oh, no! Cooties!” I laughed as he sucked my neck clean. My hands hugged the side of his ribs as his suction became less harsh and more sensitive.

His suction was now replaced by soft, hot kisses. His left hand softly tickled its way up to the opposite side of my neck, cupping it. His hand nudged my face to his, making our nose bridges caress each other. His hazel, orange spotted eyes stared into mine with undeniable lust. Fuck, him! Why is he so fucking sexy?!

His breath became heavy as did mine. I lowered my gaze from his eyes to his peachy lips, which were now reddened from his recent gesture. I tilted my lips closer to his, still keeping the scrutinizing distance. Our heavy exhales collided with every passing second. My eye lids began to become heavy as he pulled in my face to his. My body was aching with the excruciating heat that started to radiate through my body from my lower belly.

His lips slowly pressed onto mine, so achingly slow. I squeezed the cloth of his shirt that was by the sides of his ribs, and tightened it with the growing stress. His mouth instantaneously consumed mine. His right hand quickly came up to the other side of my neck and he deepened the kiss.

His tongue knocked at my lips. I swiftly opened my lips, giving his tongue the permission for admission. His tongue battled with mine, in the most sensual way possible; the battle being a lust filled musical number. I let go of my grip on his shirt and roamed my hands to his chest. I pulled on his shirt as I stretched upward to kiss him, all the same. His hands instantly let go of my neck. As his hands clutched the back of thighs, he carried me and my arms wrapped around his neck.

His hands squeezed the bottom of my arse; the ends of his fingers threatening to touch my aching intimacy. I ran my fingers through his hair and moaned in pure bliss. He groaned in reply. As he turned us around, he slapped the items on the table off onto the grass and sat me on it.

He pushed his growing erection into me, never-ever, leaving my lips to dry. I gasped and pulled away; only to start pulling his black V-neck off. He pulled back as well, and Lord knows where his shirt flew to. His washboard abs were so defined and magical. It wasn’t long before he resumed to sensually attack my lips. I attacked back, but was defeated as his tongue roamed around my mouth and danced around with mine.

He pushed me onto the table and laid me the best he could on the small round table. My head stuck a little too far out for his liking, so he grabbed me by the waist and jerked me toward him; my cherry smacking into his hard, as stone, rod. He clutched the end of the table harshly and nuzzled his face into my neck. He laid deep kisses; each making me moan. One hand came to my white blouse and began to rip the buttons open, revealing my all lace bra.

“Oh, Michael,” I gasped as he un-tucked the ends of my shirt out of my emerald green skirt. He raised me from my laying position and carried me over to the pillows.

He gently laid my head on the pillows and resumed to shower with me with kisses. His hand cupped my breast, over the thin lace. I bit my bottom lip and moaned between my clamped lips. He lowered his face to my chest and nibbled the skin that popped out of the tight bra. He pulled back, lifted my waist, and began to tug at my skirt’s zipper. It unzipped easily on his second tug. He ripped my skirt off, which scared me quite a bit, but turned me on all the same.

He dropped my hips gently and rubbed his hard-on on my exposed crotch. Oh my goodness! My hand flew to the button on his jeans. He grabbed my hand, once I pried the button open, and placed it on his raging boner. I looked up at him confused.

“Rub it,” he growled as he continued to kiss my chest. I did as he asked and began to rub his length through his jeans. God-goodness was it hard! He groaned as I tightened my rub. His hand reached behind my back and tugged at the clasps of my bra.

“Wait, no.” I pulled away from him. He stood on his knees, baffled. I smiled, biting my lip, which only confused him more. I raised myself on my knees and crawled toward him. “I’m not ready to go all the way, but…” I whispered into his ear, lingering.

“But?” he asked as I pushed him onto his back. I reached behind me, grabbed a pillow, and placed it under his head. I crawled, on all fours, down his body. I bit my bottom lip as I knelt in between his legs.

“But,” I whispered as I began to rub his erection. He leaned his head into the pillows and moaned deeply at my gesture. “I kinda’ want to taste you first, before anything actually happens.” I sighed lustfully. His head jerked up and his eyes stared into mine. I looked straight back and began to peel his pants off.

I don’t know what I’m doing or saying, but it feels right. I want to taste him. I don’t want him to penetrate my innocence yet… I want to get to know him better… Why is it when I’m with him, I feel like I’m just doing rather than thinking?

“Please?” I begged, inching closer to the tent his boner made under his boxers. My fingers crawled to his boxers’ hemline and poked under them, ready to pull the boxers off.

“Vera…” He groaned. Groaned loud. I crawled up to his lips and kissed him, but quickly pulled away. I stared into his eyes as I peeled his boxers off. Once they were off, I began to crawl back down, but Michael stopped me. He grabbed my arms and planted another kiss on me.

“I can’t let you do that, Vera.” He sighed.

“Why not?”

“Because I want to make love to you,” his lips pouted up to mine.

“Can’t I to you?” I straddled his waist and rubbed my hands over his chest; and just like my dreams, he had a few curled hairs. I cautiously rubbed my cherry over his throbbing, exposed rod.

“Vera!” He growled at me and pulled me into him. He turned us over and he towered over me. He pulled on my underwear. I stopped him and stared at him. And to both of our surprises, I pulled them off myself.

“Make love to me, Michael.” I sighed as I unclasped my bra and flung it into the wilderness.

A/N: I will not be re-writing this chapter after all:P