but at least he knew when to stop. Usually the teasing with Kevin pushed me to the edge and it ended up in an argument.
It was good to be with my good friends and we always looked forward to being together on the summer Sunday nights. Our group was a special one, and we never stepped out of bounds. I wasn’t sure if I could ever explain to Michael the comfort and safety the group gave to me. I hoped he would be able to see for himself and understand why I felt free to be myself in front of my friends.
Before we called it a night at the restaurant, our group made plans for the bonfire party on the following Friday. I explained to Michael that our bonfires were usually grand affairs. We built a large fire on the beach in front of my house because it was at the end of the beach. The party included plenty of food and all of the neighbors in the area were invited.
As we drove home together, he finally questioned me about my song choice tonight. “You know your song was great tonight, but did you plan to sing it?”
I laughed and leaned back in the seat. “No, I had another one planned. It just came to me at the last minute.”
“Did something happen in the bathroom with those women?”
“No,” I shook my head, “nothing happened.”
“Okay, you know they are not my type at all,” he said as he took my hand and squeezed it.
“Really, and what is your type?” My heart beat a little faster.
He laughed as he pulled up in front of my back door. Michael turned off the jeep and looked at me, “You are.” He pressed my nose with his finger. He leaned over and kissed me on the forehead.
I felt the heat rising on my cheeks and was glad it was dark so he couldn’t see I was blushing again. “Would you like to come in for coffee?”
Michael’s voice was reluctant, “I would love to, but tonight I have to turn in early. I’m due in San Francisco tomorrow for a meeting, and there will be traffic in the morning.” He got out and I sat in my seat waiting for him to open my door. Normally I would never have stayed, but I could tell he wanted me to, so I did. He opened the door and then reached for my bag on the backseat.
“Will you be back in time for waterskiing this week?” I asked hopefully while walking up to the back door. The dogs ran to the door with their usual exuberance and I could hear their snuffling under the door.
“I wouldn’t miss it. Is Wednesday okay?”
I turned to him, “And we have the bonfire on Friday.”
His smile was amused, “And we have our date on Saturday. So yes, I think you and I have our week sewn up.”
Relief washed through me and it must have shown because he leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips.
“You are just too sweet,” he whispered softly, all the amusement gone from his voice. His arms wrapped around me pressing me against him. I felt the deep rumble of a sigh in his chest and my own heart started to pound, “I really need to go home, but I really want to come in.” He said following with another kiss, which was deeper, harder and lingered longer. His sigh was full of regret, “I have to go.” He released me and took my keys from my hand to open the door.
It took everything I had not to pull him into the house as I stepped inside, “ Goodnight Michael.” I said turning to face him again, and his expression confirmed that he did not want to leave.
“Go inside before I change my mind.” When he reached his jeep, he turned while I stood in the doorway and he called wistfully, “ Goodnight Elizabeth.”
I smiled and shut the door.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Nancy called early the next morning prodding me with questions about my date and the baseball game. She squealed with delight in all the appropriate places. Our conversation made me think of high school and my first dates when I would go through every word and action in excruciating
It was good to be with my good friends and we always looked forward to being together on the summer Sunday nights. Our group was a special one, and we never stepped out of bounds. I wasn’t sure if I could ever explain to Michael the comfort and safety the group gave to me. I hoped he would be able to see for himself and understand why I felt free to be myself in front of my friends.
Before we called it a night at the restaurant, our group made plans for the bonfire party on the following Friday. I explained to Michael that our bonfires were usually grand affairs. We built a large fire on the beach in front of my house because it was at the end of the beach. The party included plenty of food and all of the neighbors in the area were invited.
As we drove home together, he finally questioned me about my song choice tonight. “You know your song was great tonight, but did you plan to sing it?”
I laughed and leaned back in the seat. “No, I had another one planned. It just came to me at the last minute.”
“Did something happen in the bathroom with those women?”
“No,” I shook my head, “nothing happened.”
“Okay, you know they are not my type at all,” he said as he took my hand and squeezed it.
“Really, and what is your type?” My heart beat a little faster.
He laughed as he pulled up in front of my back door. Michael turned off the jeep and looked at me, “You are.” He pressed my nose with his finger. He leaned over and kissed me on the forehead.
I felt the heat rising on my cheeks and was glad it was dark so he couldn’t see I was blushing again. “Would you like to come in for coffee?”
Michael’s voice was reluctant, “I would love to, but tonight I have to turn in early. I’m due in San Francisco tomorrow for a meeting, and there will be traffic in the morning.” He got out and I sat in my seat waiting for him to open my door. Normally I would never have stayed, but I could tell he wanted me to, so I did. He opened the door and then reached for my bag on the backseat.
“Will you be back in time for waterskiing this week?” I asked hopefully while walking up to the back door. The dogs ran to the door with their usual exuberance and I could hear their snuffling under the door.
“I wouldn’t miss it. Is Wednesday okay?”
I turned to him, “And we have the bonfire on Friday.”
His smile was amused, “And we have our date on Saturday. So yes, I think you and I have our week sewn up.”
Relief washed through me and it must have shown because he leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips.
“You are just too sweet,” he whispered softly, all the amusement gone from his voice. His arms wrapped around me pressing me against him. I felt the deep rumble of a sigh in his chest and my own heart started to pound, “I really need to go home, but I really want to come in.” He said following with another kiss, which was deeper, harder and lingered longer. His sigh was full of regret, “I have to go.” He released me and took my keys from my hand to open the door.
It took everything I had not to pull him into the house as I stepped inside, “ Goodnight Michael.” I said turning to face him again, and his expression confirmed that he did not want to leave.
“Go inside before I change my mind.” When he reached his jeep, he turned while I stood in the doorway and he called wistfully, “ Goodnight Elizabeth.”
I smiled and shut the door.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Nancy called early the next morning prodding me with questions about my date and the baseball game. She squealed with delight in all the appropriate places. Our conversation made me think of high school and my first dates when I would go through every word and action in excruciating
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