Here Comes the Sun: Chapter 11
Tonight is the night. Not only is it the surprise second date that Ashley is taking me on, but I'm pretty sure I won't be sleeping in my bed tonight. Or at least I hope I won't. It's almost four o'clock now as I sit at my laptop, finishing up the ad for a new bartender. I hear my cell phone going off in the kitchen, and the butterflies in my stomach awaken. I walk to the kitchen and pick it up.
"Hello?"
"Hey, you," she purrs into the receiver.
"How's work going?"
"Good, considering I've only got one hour left of work and then only two more until I'm picking up this gorgeous, blonde haired, blue-eyed beauty for a hot date tonight."
"Oh, really? So you're picking her up at 7?"
"Yep, 7 p.m. So she better be ready."
"I can let her know for you."
"Ok, you do that. Oh, and be sure to let her know to dress comfortably."
"Alright, I will."
"Bye, Spence."
"Bye."
I hang up the phone and get back to work on the ad. I print out a few copies and hang them downstairs in the bar. In another hour and a half, Ashley will be showing up, so I run upstairs to take a shower and get ready. I emerge from the bathroom in a towel and when I get to my room, Morgan is going through my closet.
"Can I help you?" I ask.
"Nope, I'm here to help you. Here, wear this tonight." She throws a maroon t-shirt and a dark pair of jeans on my bed. But this isn't just your average old maroon t-shirt. This one is about two sizes too small, and the hem stops about an inch of two below my breasts.
"Morgan! I can't wear that! I might as well be naked!"
"Spencer, come on. Wear the shirt and the jeans with your hair pulled back. Oh, and put your black Chucks on. She'll totally be drooling."
I suppose it couldn't hurt to look extra sexy tonight.
"Fine. I'll wear it."
She grins. "Good. And I shouldn't be expecting you home tonight, am I correct?"
Now it's my turn to smile. "I'm not sure. We'll see."
Her eyebrow arches and she says, "Uh huh. Well, good luck. I'm heading down to the bar."
"Thanks, Morgan."
She walks out and shuts the door, leaving me to get dressed. When I finish, I pull my hair back, leaving a few strands hanging at the sides. The second I finish, my cell starts to ring.
"Yes, Ms. Davies?"
"Hey, Spence. Could you please tell that stunning blonde that I'm outside?"
"Ok, I'll do that."
"Thanks, Spence."
We hang up and I check myself in the mirror once more before grabbing my cell phone, purse, and keys, and heading outside. When I close the door, I see my beautiful brunette leaning back on the passenger side of her black 1965 Ford Mustang convertible with that nose-crinkling smile on her face. I walk over to her a put my arms around her neck, massaging the base.
"That feels nice," she says.
I lean forward slightly and place a soft, slow kiss on her lips. I pull back and connect my blue orbs with her brown ones. One of her hands appears from behind her back, holding a single red rose.
"For you," she says, as the warm smile on my face spreads rapidly. I take the rose from her and smell it, letting the sweet scent fill my head. My hand moves to her cheek as I place another kiss on her lips, this one lasting longer than the previous kiss. When I pull away, I keep my lips millimeters from her and whisper a thank you.
"You're welcome." She gives me a quick peck, and then says, "Ok. Ready to go on our date?"
"Yep. More than ready."
She opens the door for me to get in, then heads over to the driver's side and starts the car. We drive for about a half hour, and when we park, I notice that we're near the boardwalk. She gets out and opens my door. When I get out, I realize that it's colder than I had expected, and a shiver runs through my body.
"Are you cold?" she asks.
"Yeah, a little. I suppose I should have worn something heavier."
She opens the trunk and pulls out a gray hooded sweatshirt. "Here you go," she says, and hands it to me.
"Thanks." I pull it over my head and wrap myself in Ashley's sweatshirt, making sure to inhale deeply, as it smells like her. Cinnamon and vanilla. We walk the short distance to the end of the boardwalk to see that the end of summer carnival has been set up. The smile on my face widens, and I see her look over at me, smiling as well. Her hand finds mine, and I can't help but notice how soft it is. There are only a few calluses from playing the guitar for so many years, but other than that, they are unbelievably soft.
We get to the entrance and she pays for our tickets. We walk through the entrance and she says, "So, what do you want to do first?"
"Hmm…let's go in the haunted house."
She grins. "Ok. You're not going to be too scared, are you?"
"Well, if I do get too scared, I can just hold on to you."
Her nose crinkles with her smile. "I like those odds."
We get in line, into our "doom buggy," and the ride begins. She puts her arm around me and I lean into her, putting my hand on her thigh. It wasn't all that scary, but let's just say I'm glad I had Ashley to hold me. Once we exit the ride, she takes my hand and we start walking around. I spot one of those games, the one with the water gun where you shoot water in the clown's mouth to blow up a balloon, and I drag Ashley towards it.
"C'mon, I'm gonna kick your ass."
"That's what you think, Carlin. You're on!"
She hands the bored teenager the money, and he starts the game. I notice that Ashley's slightly ahead of me, so I decide to mess with her. I keep one hand on the gun and a finger on the trigger, and reach the other hand over to her thigh. I run my fingers up her leg and lightly rub over her center. With my eyes still on the balloons, I can see her falter slightly. My balloon pops before hers, and she looks over at me with a surprised look.
"You cheated! You can't use your sex appeal like that, you tease!" All I do is smirk at her, grab her hand and lead her off to the fun house. We walk around inside, looking at the various oddities. I notice that there aren't many people inside, and before I can open my mouth to say something, I'm being pushed into a dark corner against a wall by Ashley. She starts attacking my lips with her own, and her hands are traveling all over my body. I don't mind the interruption at all, so of course I kiss her back. Her knee finds its way between mine and presses into my already aroused center, causing a moan to escape my lips. Her hands travel under the sweatshirt she gave me to cup my breasts as she attacks my neck. She sucks hard on a few different places, and I know I'm going to have a couple marks left behind. She suddenly pulls away and innocently continues walking around the fun house, looking at the crazy mirrors.
"Who's the tease, now?" I yell at her. I see her smirk, and she says, "Serves you right, sweetie." I walk up next to her and grab her hand, leading us out of the fun house.
"Oh, Ashley, can we go on the ferris wheel?" As soon as the words leave my mouth, her face turns as white as a sheet.
"Uhm…do we…do we have to?" she asks.
"Well, it's always been my favorite…Why, Ashley, what's wrong?"
"Nothing…nothing…just not a big fan of heights, that's all. We can go on it since it's your favorite."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, Spence. I'm sure."
We sit down in the seats and Ashley's knuckles turn white as she grips the safety bar in front of us.
"Are you sure you're ok with this?" I ask, as I place a reassuring hand on her knee.
She stares straight ahead and says, "Yep, I'm sure." The wheel starts moving and I hear her whimper. She starts shaking, so I put my arm around her shoulders. She stays rigid and doesn't move. Once we get to the top, the ferris wheel stops and we hear the ride operator say that they're having technical difficulties. I hear Ashley's breathing pick up.
"Hey. It's going to be ok," I say, trying to calm her down.
"No, it's not. We're going to die. We haven't even had sex yet, and we're going to die!"
I chuckle at her. "We're not going to die, sweetie. Just try to keep your mind off of it."
"Oh really, Spencer, and how do you think I should…"
I cut her off. With my lips. She tilts her head to deepen the kiss, and seconds later, the ferris wheel starts to move again. When it's our turn, we step out of the cart and my hand goes straight into Ashley's.
We spend a couple more hours at the carnival, getting on different rides, playing some games, and eating cotton candy. She even won me a stuffed llama that I named Fredrick.
When we leave the carnival, she grabs my hand and leads me towards the beach. We walk a little ways as the waves crash over our bare feet. Once we get far enough away from most of the people, she stops and turns towards me. She wraps both of her hands around one of mine and says, "So…I have a question for you."
"Ok, shoot."
"Umm…" I can tell she's starting to get nervous.
"What is it, Ashley?"
"Do you…maybe…want to be my girlfriend?" she asks, and looks down at the ground. I lift her chin up with my index finger and place a soft kiss on her lips.
"I would love to, Ashley."
There's that nose-crinkling smile again.
Soon, we find ourselves back at Ashley's car. She puts her hands on my waist and gently leans me against the passenger side, staring deep into my eyes. As I stare back, I notice her eyes are a shade darker than normal, displaying her desire. I cup her face in my hands and kiss her deeply. She pulls back and smiles, then her expression turns serious.
"Do you want to come back to my place? For coffee?"
My face has got to be glowing.
"Yeah. I'd like that."