Summer Lovers

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
True story.

Submitted: April 01, 2011

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I knew that my parents wouldn’t be happy with me, being that I told them I would be home at 6 and it was 5:45. Patrick and I still had another few blocks to walk before we could reach my house. We exchanged small talk. He told me about his plans for the weekend, while I felt fear and anxiety rising higher and higher in my thoughts. I laughed at the appropriate times, and smiled, but he could tell I was distracted.
“Don’t worry about your parents,” he said, “Tell them you left later than you expected. Actually, you did.”
He gave me a warm, comforting smile. I felt my stomach twist with lust and desire. I was falling for him. As we walked, I looked him over. His dark, chocolate eyes and the perfect black eyelashes that surrounded them. His olive skin in the sunlight. His rough, manly hands intertwined with my own. His incredible, charming personality that had fascinated me since the moment we had met. I was utterly, deeply in love with him. I regretted this feeling, knowing that I was only seventeen, but I couldn’t help but fall into his entrancement with any way to get back out. He turned his head towards me, kissed my cheek with his soft lips, and we moved forward.
The sun would be out for another couple hours, being that it was in the middle of a hot summer, but my parents always wanted me home before dinner. Patrick liked to tease me about their rules, and I always just rolled my eyes at him. I hated that I couldn’t spend as much time with him as I wanted to, but I knew my parents would kill me if I was late again. I had been at least half an hour past the time I was expected to me home the last three or four times I had gone out, and my parents always gave me hell for it. I disregarded them most of the time, but I still hated the fact that they didn’t trust me. Oh well, I did what I could.
Finally, nearly three minutes before I was supposed to walk in the door, Patrick and I stood on the corner of my street where we were out of sight. I could see my neighbors who lived across the street from me, but whom I had never met, watching us, but I didn’t care. Patrick faced me and tenderly wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. He smiled and planted a kiss on my right cheek, making me blush.
“You should get going,” he whispered in my ear.
I shook my head.
“I don’t want to go.”
He chuckled.
“You have to. You know your parents’ll be mad if you aren’t home,” he reminded me as he stroked my hair.
I rolled my eyes.
“Who cares? I’m enjoying myself,” I smiled.
Patrick grinned.
“So am I.”
He closed his eyes and pulled my face closer to his. He hesitated for a moment, and let his cool breath run down my neck, which caused a shiver to pass through my body. I let my eyes shut and allowed his warm lips to press against my own. Patrick was the first to pull away. I just looked at him, thinking nothing but how much I wanted him to kiss me again. He kept his left hand on my neck, and I could feel his right hand moving past my waist. Patrick then began to press his lips to my right shoulder. He stopped briefly only to move my hair out of the way, and then began to gently kiss my neck.
I felt lighter than air. My stomach was squirming with delight. I wanted nothing more than for this moment to live on forever. He casually brought his lips back to mine, and then began kissing me like I had never been kissed before. He was gentle, but yet passionate. Then he stopped. He turned his head to his right, as if he had seen something. I looked in the same direction and saw nothing.
“What do you see?” I asked him quietly.
“Nothing,” he murmured.
He gave me a curved smile and leaned toward me again. I accepted. He pressed his lips to my own three or four times, stopped again, and looked to his right once more. I put my right hand on his cheek and turned his face toward mine.
“Look at me,” I whispered to him.
He smiled at me, and then began to kiss me avidly once again. At that moment, I knew there was something special. Patrick wasn’t just another boy that would kiss me and then leave to go to another; he was different. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I knew he wouldn’t be like the rest. He was out of the ordinary, unique. I crushed my body into his, trying to make that kiss last forever.
When he pulled away, I smiled as my heart felt like it would beat out of my chest. Patrick gave me the smile he always did when he wanted to horse around.
“Put your feet on top of mine,” she said.
“Why?” I snorted.
He was so cute.
“Just do it.”
I carefully put my feet on top of his, suddenly feeling self-conscious about my weight. He laughed as he put his right hand on my lower back and his other hand on my shoulder. He then began to move his feet, like we were dancing. I thought this was so adorable.
“We don’t have any music,” I told him.
“Who needs music?” he said with a laugh.
I smiled. I laid my head on his shoulder, and we danced on the corner of my street for almost ten minutes. I felt like a fool as cars drove past and my neighbors gave us funny looks, but I didn’t care what they thought. I never wanted to leave.
Suddenly, my pocket began to ring, and a wave of panic swept over me. I stepped off of his feet and pulled away from Patrick and to answer the phone.
“I’m walking down the street right now!” I practically yelled into that stupid piece of plastic.
“Fine,” my father said curtly and hung up.
I rolled my eyes and looked at the time on my phone. It was nearly 6:30.
“Oh my god, we’ve been standing here for half an hour!” I laughed.
Patrick smiled, and gently placed his hand on my neck, pulling me back to him. He pressed his lips on mine.
“Go.”
I kissed him again, and again, and wrapped my arms around him. I didn’t want to go. I always hated leaving him, especially when it was still early in the evening, but I knew I had to go. He gave me one last smile, and kissed my cheek. I smiled and began to walk towards my house.
“I’ll call you!” I yelled to him.
He had been walking the other direction and turned around. Distantly, I could see a smile flash on his face, and he waved good bye to me. A feeling of desire overcame me, and I nearly went running back towards him, but my feet kept bringing me farther and farther away from him.
As I walked in the front door of my house, I felt a terrible lecture coming on. While my head made up excuses and did all the talking as my parents questioned my whereabouts, my heart could not stop picturing what had just happened.


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