Date: Thu, 26 Jul 2007 22:07:01 EDT
From: night_never_ends09@yahoo.com
Subject: a weekend alone part 1

    "I want you" I thought as I stared at my girlfriend sitting across from
me in my backyard. She was sitting with her legs stretched out, the
end-of-the-day sun hitting her at just the right angle, running her fingers
through blades of grass and pulling them up.
    "Oh really?" she said, one eyebrow raised, a crooked smile playing
across her lips.
    "Shit! Did I say that out loud?" I asked her, blushing furiously and
deeper still as her smile got bigger.
    "Yup, you did. Getting braver, are we?" she smirked. I couldn't help
but smile at my mistake, now. "It was a slip, and you know it." I
retorted.
    "Well, now I know what you're thinking about, and that I'm not the
sex-addict I come off to be." she laughed, referring to a discussion we'd
had in the first week of our relationship.
      "Oh, shut up!" I said. "I didn't know you well back then."
      "Back then!" she exclaimed, "it was only a month ago! You make it
seem like we've been together for a few years." I smiled softly, really
looking at her.
      "That's what it feels like to me sometimes."
      "Yeah, I'll admit it, I feel the same way." she said.
      "Big tough butch!" I joked and ducked as she reached out to swat at
me with her hand, catching it in mid-air and kissing her fingers.
    "My parents are going away this weekend, Grace, from tonight until
Sunday morning." I said in a low voice. "This is an oppritunity for us."
    "Oh, Aim, do you think it'd be right?" she questioned, insecure.
  "Yes, I do. I want to make love to you more than anything right now." I
said seriously, briefly making eye contact with her. She grinned, and the
next thing I knew, she was on top of me, and we were wrestling playfully,
loving every second, completely enjoying eachother.
  "Girls," my mother called, "Dinner's ready!" I sighed, got up, and
helped Grace to her feet. Smiling at her, I bent my elbow, she put her
arm through mine, and we walked inside. Supper passed quietly, with the
occasional compliment to my mother about the meal. It was just as
everyone liked it. Afterwards, Grace and I helped my mother clean up, and
soon enough, it was time for my parents to leave. My father grabbed his
keys off of the counter, and with a few last minute instructions, they
were out the door. I smiled and said, "alone at last."
      Grace looked at me with love and shy, subtle lust in her eyes.
"Let's go star-gazing, Amy. Please?" In response, I took her hand and we
headed for the old swing in the my yard. We sat down, and I gently laid
Grace across the swing, her head in my lap. I stroked her hair as we
looked up at the sky. I pushed us off with one foot and held Grace as we
rocked gently. I felt her sigh and turn slightly to look up at me.
"Already, I don't want this night to end." she said softly, revealing her
vulnerable side that she rarely shows to anyone except me. "Babe, it
hasn't even started yet." I whispered, ruffling her hair. I knew she
didn't really like that, and I grinned when she sat up, patting her
neckline length soft blonde hair into place.
      "Lets head inside." I said, rubbing away goosebumps on my arms.
      "Okay." she replied, getting up and starting to walk.
      "Oh no," I said mischeviously, "let me." And before she could say
anything, I picked her up and carried her across the yard, her arm around
my neck for balance. I kicked open the back door, turned around, and
kicked it shut again once inside, the two of us laughing like little
kids. Only when we reached the foot of the stairs did I put her down. She
looked at me as if she was wondering what to do next.
      "Wait here." I said. Little did she know what I had planned for
that night. Smiling to myself, I went back outside and across the yard to
the storm doors that led to the cellar. I opened them, grabbing my
materials off of the stairs.
      I worked quickly, spreading out the two king-sized comforters on the
ground and haphazardly tossing six pillows over them. I turned on the
lights lining the backyard, casting a warm glow over my setup. This was
going to be a night Grace would never forget. I would make sure of it.