The Summer of 1966 Chapter 2, a twilight fanfic

Emmett and James belong to SM, the rest belong to me. All song lyrics belong to their respective writers.

Chapter 2

EPOV

I stood watching Cam stroll away, her hand clasped tightly in James's. Glancing up through my lashes, I found Emmett looking down at me. Then I giggled as he grinned.

"Are you okay with them leaving like that?" He asked, sitting back down on the blanket, pulling me down beside him.

"Oh, yeah," I replied, glancing back to the way they had gone. "I'm used to being left to fend for myself."

"Same here," he said with a laugh. "James will take it whenever and wherever he can get it."

I gasped, jumping to my feet.

"Now you listen to me, mister!" I exclaimed angrily. "Cam's not like that, and neither am I. We're good girls, and plan to stay that way until we're married!"

"I'm sorry, Emily," he said, reaching for my hand. "I spoke without thinking…I often do."

I looked down at him skeptically.

"Please?" he pled again, flashing me a glimpse of those delicious dimples.

With a sigh, and a roll of my eyes, I sank back down beside him. For a moment, there was an awkward silence. I felt him tentatively take my hand and weave our fingers together, squeezing mine gently. I looked up at him with a smile and squeezed his back.

Soon we were talking like we'd known each other forever. He told me that he and James would be sophomores at USC in the fall, and I explained that Cam and I would be seniors in high school. Bragging a bit, he told me that he had turned nineteen the previous March, and that James would be in August. In return, I told him that Cam had just turned seventeen nine days earlier on June twenty-first, and that I had turned the same age in April. He got a big kick out of the fact that I was born on April fool's Day. He was doubled over laughing.

"Okay, get it all out now, big guy, because you only have one pass!" I laughed, slapping him lightly on the chest with the back of my hand. "And don't think you can come up with any new jokes about it, either. I've heard them all before!"

He picked up my hand and brought it to his lips.

"I will never make a joke at your expense, Emily." He spoke against my knuckles. "It's a special day because you were born then. If you hadn't been, you wouldn't be here with me, now."

I gasped, and took a deep breath, bright color tingeing my cheeks.

"Are you trying to charm me, Mr. McCarty?" I asked coyly.

"Is it working?" he asked, softy kissing my fingers one by one.

"We'll see," I teased, pulling my hand away. "I'll let you know later."

He stared deep into my eyes before taking a breath, and we resumed our quest for knowledge about each other. We talked about our likes and dislikes, and were surprised that we had so much in common.

He told me of his fear of the draft. The local draft boards chose who would be called and who wouldn't. (A/N: The National Daft Lottery was instituted later, in 1969) He wasn't afraid or averse to serving his country; he just wasn't sure how he felt about the war in Viet Nam.

"James feels like I do," he explained further. "He's just somewhat of a hot head, and you never know what will set him off. I can usually defuse a situation by, if nothing else, my size, but I prefer to use my brain and common sense. We have a good friend, Tyler Crowley, who was just deployed to Nam last week. It brings it home when you actually know someone who is over there. It's really kind of scary."

"Yeah, I know," I said, looking out at the phosphorus topped waves crashing against the pilings of the pier. "My cousin, Tony, has been there fifteen months, and my Aunt Donna is so worried about him. She says his latest letters have started showing signs of depression. He's due home in three months, and she's nearly beside herself."

He reached over and grasped my hand comfortingly for a minute. Then he jumped to his feet, pulling me with him.

"Enough of this doom and gloom," he said, laughing, and pulling me into his arms. "Music's still playing somewhere, from someone's radio, I guess; come dance with me."

I had to laugh at his funny antics as he gyrated to the beat. We were breathless a few minutes later, when the tempo of the music changed to a slow number. Emmett looked down at me. Even at my five feet seven inches, I had to look way up into his face. I smiled shyly as he pulled me closer to him.

It was one of my favorite songs, and I nearly cried when Emmett pulled me tightly to him as it started. The instant that our bodies touched, I felt a jolt of electricity that caused me to gasp at the moisture that flooded the apex of my thighs. He stilled for a second, staring into my eyes, and with a slight shake of his head, he tightened his hold on me. Slowly we began to sway to the music.

The Beatles-If I Fell

If I fell in love with you

Would you promise to be true

And help me understand

Cause I've been in love before

And I found that love was more

Than just holding hands.

With Em's arms tight around my waist and mine around his neck, I could feel his heart racing against my cheek, just like mine was.

If I give my heart to you

I must be sure

From the very start

That you would love me more than her.

His hands slid down to the small of my back pulling me even tighter to him. I don't know if it was because we were practically naked, but I was more turned on than I had ever been before.

If I trust in you, oh please

Don't run and hide

If I love you too, Oh please,

Don't hurt my pride, like her

We both began to tremble, holding on to each other.

Cause I couldn't stand the pain

And I would be sad if

Our new love was in vain

So I hope you see that I

Would love to love you

And that she will cry

When she learns we are two

If I fell in love with you

When the music stopped, we just stood there, still in each other's arms. I had danced with other boys, and felt physical attraction before, but this was different…right somehow.

"I think we had better sit back down, Em," he said in a strained voice, suddenly pulling me back to the blanket. He followed me down onto it, sitting with his leg nearest me bent upward at the knee, and doubling as an arm rest.

"Em, are you okay?" I asked concerned, as he blew out a deep breath. "Did I do something wrong?"

He smiled sheepishly at me, and I thought I saw a ting of pink flood his cheeks in the flickering light of the bonfire someone had built nearby.

"No, Em, on the contrary," he replied shyly.

I stared at him in confusion until I finally realized the problem.

"Oh…I…uh…" I stammered, blushing profusely, lowering my eyes to my hands clasped tightly in my lap.

"Hey," he whispered, raising my chin to look into my eyes and smiling softly. "It happens…not very often…but you're different. I can't help it."

Slowly he leaned forward and pressed his soft, plump lips to mine in our first tentative kiss. I whimpered and his hand slid from my jaw to the back of my neck, holding my mouth to his. The kiss intensified as he hesitantly swiped his tongue across my lower lip. When I gasped, it slid in to gently caress mine, and I felt myself moisten again. Slowly we pulled apart, my heart beating rapidly.

"Oh, wow," he murmured breathlessly, leaning his forehead against mine. "That was…wow."

"Yeah," I whispered. "It really was."

CPOV

"Yeah, well...okay... so," James fumbled with what he would say in response to my revelation, that wouldn't betray his disappointment. "That doesn't mean I can't hold your hand or kiss you, does it?"

"No, of course not," I replied. "I just wanted you to know I don't jump into the back seat with every guy I meet. Especially not the first day I meet them."

"Cam, I know you're a good girl. And saving yourself for that one special guy is really cool. I just want to get to know you." James stated, as innocently as an eighteen-year-old can. "Would you feel better sitting in the front bucket seats?"

"Yeah, maybe we should," I said, avoiding looking him in the face. "We can listen to music and talk a while...first."

J's face lit up at my addition of the word "first." He shoved the driver's seatback into place, and walked me around the car, opening the door to the passenger seat. I slipped in, and he practically ran back to climb into the car on the driver's side. The GTO was my dream car, complete with black leather seats, wooden dash and steering wheel, stereo system, and a Hurst shifter indicating a powerful four-on-the-floor transmission.

"What a trip that you have a GTO," I said, turning sideways in the seat to face him. "It's my favorite car. I bet it hauls ass, too."

"That it does." J flashed a proud grin at me. "Do you like fast cars?"

"I love everything fast!" I exclaimed, gripping the gear shift lever. "Em's Cobra does pretty well. Neither of us let many people pass us up on the freeway."

"So 'fast' turns Cam on," he said, with a wink. "What else does?"

I studied his face for a moment, deciding how much I should tell me about myself. "Well," I started, "I like roller coasters, Disneyland, drag racing, acid rock..."

"Those are all fun things," J interrupted me. "What turns you on?" He whispered, taking my hand in his.

Okay, so this was all about sex. J locked his eyes into mine, as if attempting to bore into my deepest secret desires. Was he really interested in me? Or was he just interested in being the first guy to get into my pants?

"Holding hands is a good start," I said, slowly licking my lips. "And kissing." I hesitated for a moment, searching his face for a sign of where this was going; and decided to steer the Q & A session in the right direction. "I want to be held. Tightly. I like kisses on my shoulders, and my neck, especially the nape of it. Cuddling is cool, and making out while you're lying down is mind blowing. I like being touched..." I let my voice trail off.

A quick glance down confirmed my confession was having a physical affect on J. He clenched his jaw, let go of my hand, and shifted in his seat.

"Don't tease, Cam," he warned softly. "Not bragging, but I could have had my pick of the girls on the beach today. In fact, I've already had a few of them, but I knew five minutes after I met you that you're not that kind of girl. You're the one I would put on a pedestal, and take home to meet my parents. I asked what turns you on because I really want to know. I'm not just trying to see how fast I can get into your bikini."

"Sorry," I said regretfully, looking down at my hands. "I really do like those things, although, I've actually never done the touching part."

J put his index finger under my chin, and lifted my face to meet his. He leaned forward, and gave me a gentle, lingering kiss.

"What time is it?" I asked in a panic. "Em is spending the night with me, but we have a midnight curfew. I don't want to blow it and get on restriction for the summer."

"How about letting me take you home? Emily can bring Emmett to your house, and he and I can ride back to our pad together," J suggested.

We strolled hand in hand back to our blanket, where Em and Em were definitely getting better acquainted. J cleared his throat loudly, to get their attention.

"I'm going to drive Cam home. Why don't you ride with Emily, then we can drive home together?" Emmett readily accepted J's suggestion.

"Great. Then we'll see you two later," J said, as he pulled me along beside him. "We'll wait for them to get there, so you girls can go inside together. We don't want to get any third degree from your parents."

As soon as we left the parking lot, I slid over onto the console, sitting as close to J as possible. Soon, we were flying down Pacific Coast Highway. J rolled all the windows down, allowing the balmy ocean air to fill the car. He cranked up the volume on the radio, then took my hand in his, kissing the back of it. His facial expressions conveyed that Donovan just might be predicting our future, as he sang along with the radio ...

Sunshine came softly through my window today
Could've tripped out easy but I've changed my ways
It'll take time, I know it but in a while
You're gonna be mine, I know it, we'll do it in style
'Cause I made my mind up you're going to be mine

I'll tell you right now
Any trick in the book now, baby, all that I can find
Everybody's hustlin' just to have a little scene
When I say we'll be cool I think that you know what I mean
We stood on a beach at sunset, do you remember when?
I know a beach where, baby, it never ends
When you've made your mind up forever to be mine
I'll pick up your hand and slowly blow your little mind
'Cause I made my mind up you're going to be mine

I'll tell you right now
Any trick in the book now, baby, all that I can find
Superman or Green Lantern ain't got nothin' on me
I can make like a turtle and dive for your pearls in the sea, yeah!
You-you-you can just sit there thinking on your velvet throne
'bout all the rainbows you can have for your own
When you've made your mind up forever to be mine
I'll pick up your hand and slowly blow your little mind
When you've made your mind up forever to be mine
I'll pick up your hand
I'll pick up your hand
And slowly blow your little mind

J was doing more than just singing along with the radio - he was singing the words to me. When the song ended, he turned the volume down to a normal level, and slipped his arm around my shoulder.

"I always liked that song, but it never made any sense to me...before tonight," J gave me a squeeze. "I know we just met, but there's something here. I've always been a player, never wanting any strings or holds on me; definitely not wanting to be tied down to one girl. Party animal; grass, gas, or ass, nobody gets a free ride. That's me. Or, I guess, maybe I should say that was me. For some reason, I can see me with you, Cam."

"That's a trip you'd say that," I informed him, "because the minute Em saw Emmett, she said she was going to marry him. And that's completely out of character for her. I'm the impulsive one."

"And what did your impulses tell you?" J's question wasn't rhetorical; he wanted an answer. "Did you have the same feelings about me, Cam?"

"You're a fox. I told Em she better be talking about the dark haired guy 'cause the blonde was mine," I admitted, as my face turned a deep crimson at my outburst. My brain added what my voice couldn't: You're the guy I've always dreamed of being with, marrying, and having kids with. I see myself with you, as well, J. Oh, hell yeah!"

J pulled off the freeway, and stopped the car on a side street. He wrapped his arms around me, and kissed me like I'd never been kissed before. My bikini bottom was wet in a flash, for the second time in my life. And J had been the reason both times.

"Maybe, I'm the guy you've been saving yourself for," he whispered, and as he kissed me again, his hand slowly inched up from my waist to cup by right boob.

I stiffened for a second, then relaxed, giving in to the sensation it caused. My nipple got hard as a rock as J lightly brushed his fingers across it. I was practically squirming in my seat, I was so turned on. It was a total trip, almost like the time Em and I had smoked grass; it was incredible, and getting more intense by the second.

Suddenly, I realized J had slipped his hand under my bikini top, and was brushing my bare skin with his fingers. Somehow, I had gotten to second base, and was heading for third at full speed. I broke off our kiss, and bit my lower lip, looking down at his hand, then back into his eyes. He stopped the gentle kneading motion, but left his hand cupping my bare skin.

"I think we should get to my house," I whispered, not trusting my voice to speak normally. "We still have another ten or so miles, and it's nearly midnight."

J gently squeezed my breast before removing his hand from under my cover-up. I tried to discreetly pull my top back into place, and make casual conversation.

"Em and I go to Uni. We're seniors next year," I offered, as we got back onto the freeway.

"The famous University High School," J said, almost mockingly. "Go Warriors. So where exactly do you live, besides 'in LA,' as you said."

"Actually, we live in Bel-Air." I hoped I sounded as nonchalant as I was trying to sound. "Get off the freeway on Robertson."

"I'm familiar with the area," J assured me. "Just tell me what street you live on. I know some other people who live in Bel-Air."

"East Gate, old Bel-Air section." I stated as if it were no big deal to live in the wealthiest, most prestigious section of town. "Em lives around the corner from me. I know just about everyone in that section, since I've lived there all my life. Who is it you know?"

"They just moved there," J said, not offering any name. "Nice area. Emmett and I have a pad on The Strand, in Manhattan Beach. It's a funky kind of Bohemian place, and we have some nice early-orange-crate furniture. Hippy casual, with big pillows, and low tables. Even a four-way hookah. You really will have to come over sometime."

"I plan on it," I assured him. "Sounds like a funky place to crash."

After giving him my address, he drove right to my driveway without any assistance from me. Em and Emmett pulled up right behind us. We exchanged phone numbers, and made arrangements to meet them for brunch the next morning at ten, then we'd play it by ear.

We strolled up my driveway behind Em and Em.

"Nice car," Emmett remarked about the new Jaguar XKE parked in front of the house. "Is that what your parents drive?"

"Sometimes," I replied quietly.

"That's Cam's birthday present," Em informed the guys. "Her father owns a car dealership."

"Maybe you can take me for a ride sometime," J said, smiling as my wink confirmed I got the dual message intended in his statement.

Our goodnight kisses lasted until we had only one minute to get into the house on time. As soon as we were in my bedroom, Em and I both slipped into Chatty Cathy mode, and began telling each other what had transpired while we were apart. We climbed into my king-sized canopy bed, giggling and going into all the details of our first night with the guys we planned on spending the rest of our lives with.

"And, Soul Sister, what happened between me and Emmett will blow your mind," Emily started. "Oh. My. God."

A/N: Hope you're enjoying this look back at this part of our youth!

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