While walking to their cars to leave the beach, Sarah said to everyone she needed to purchase some items at the mall and asked who wanted to join her. Keith immediately said he would go since he needed a new suit for work. It would give him a chance to see if there was something he liked. There were no other takers.
Keith had rode with Jason to the beach and started for Jason’s car thinking he would get his own car before meeting Sarah at the mall. Sarah insisted she’d drive him but first wanted to go home, which was just a few blocks away, to shower. She offered Keith the opportunity to shower also. Keith couldn’t believe his good fortune. How was it possible he could spent time alone with this beautiful woman?
At 5’ 6”, Sarah was not a giant but seemed to carry herself bigger than her height. Due to years of running, she was fit and had firm, toned legs and buns. Whenever Keith saw her, he felt God personally made her. In his eyes, she was perfect. Her eyes, her smile, her lips, her hips, all of it was perfect. Being a fan of the Seinfeld sitcom, Keith thought of the quote by the Elaine Benes character: “Well, the female body is a … work of art. The male body is utilitarian, it’s for gettin’ around, like a jeep.” Sarah was a work of art.
Keith thought nothing of going to Sarah’s house to take a shower since he knew she still lived with her parents. It ended up being as benign as expected. He chatted with her mother while she showered and then took a fast shower. He mostly wanted to get the saltwater and any clinging sand off his body. Once showered, he put on the clothes he wore to the beach. He had changed to his swim suit at the beach.
While at the house, Sarah was on automatic, getting things done and didn’t speak with Keith unless she had to. Sarah’s mother was a conscientious hostess and offered Keith something to drink and ensured he had a towel and wash cloth for his shower. Once they had both finished showering and dressing, they headed out the door. Keith was amazed at her beauty in spite of wearing no makeup. Also, she merely had her hair pulled back into a ponytail. She often wore her hair in different styles. To Keith, that made her more mysterious, more enticing.
At the mall, Sarah insisted they shop for suits first. Every time Keith saw one he liked she cajoled him into modeling it. In the beginning, Keith could only picture shopping with his mother when he was little. She’d make him try on clothes but she decided whether or not he liked it. Sarah made this process fun. She helped coordinate shirts and ties and made him strut around like a model. She even make cat calls to him. He savored the attention.
After looking at suits for Keith, they stopped at the Sbarro’s in the food court and each got a slice of pizza to eat. They walked to the store where Sarah wanted to shop and sat outside munching away. Keith was hungrier than he realized. He ordered a pepperoni slice and Sarah got a supreme which was loaded with onions. When the food was gone, she began shopping. After an hour and a half, she had what she needed. However, every time she tried on clothes, Keith said she also had to model them for him.
With each ensemble she took into the dressing room, she would call out to him when she was ready. Then with dramatic flair she would come out holding poses or acting a part based on the outfit. When she finished trying on everything, she asked Keith which two outfits she should purchase. He replied, “I think you look great in all of them. Just two?”
“That’s all that’s in the budget.”
He pointed to the outfits he liked but said, “I don’t want to pick something that isn’t on your ‘must have’ list. I trust you to get the best ones.”
“Your mother raised you well.”
Laughing, Keith replied, “Oh really? Sometimes, people can accidently say something right.”
After picking the outfits she wanted, there was a blouse Keith loved. He decided to purchase it for her. He wanted to do so secretly but didn’t know when he’d be able to return to the mall due to his work schedule. Instead, he would be bold and tell her he would buy it. At first she refused but he firmly said, “I want to do this for you. Please don’t take this away from me.” After the transaction was completed, she hugged him warmly.
As they walked out to her Kia Forte Koup, his heart soared. Her car was a 5-Speed and Keith noticed as she drove her hand remained on the stick shift. He felt a magnetism drawing his hand to hers. He didn’t want to overstep any boundaries. Perhaps he was reading too much into her actions on this day. Finally, he decided to seize the day. He reached his hand out placed it on hers, cupping his fingers around and into her palm. She curled her thumb onto his fingers. Every time she had to stop at a traffic light, their hands remained together as she would shift through the gears.
When she pulled into a parking spot in front of his apartment, Keith wondered if he should kiss her. As he turned to face her, he expressed thanks for the good time. She smiled and softly said, “I had a good time.” Then she did something he didn’t expect. She leaned forward to him. The magnetism he earlier felt with her hand quadrupled as he found himself leaning to meet her.
Their lips touched setting off a kaleidoscope of colors in Keith’s vision. As a youngster, he always wondered why people closed their eyes when they kissed. Even though he had kissed other women, no kiss was like this. He closed his eyes to savor every sensation in every nerve ending in his body. Never had there been such a cornucopia of sensations or feelings. A rush of adrenaline and endorphins shot through his body. Every sense was hyperaware of his surroundings but he put all of his focus into her lips and her right cheek and left shoulder as his hands moved to touch them.
They kissed with passion for a few moments when she parted the connection. She gazed into his eyes. He felt he actually could see her soul. There was a purity in the moment. Sweetly, softly she said, “Thank you for a wonderful evening. I had a lot of fun. Also, thanks for the blouse. I love it.”
“I had a lot of fun too. Thank you for the ride home.” Not sure what else to do, Keith added, “Good night.”
“Good night.”
Keith leaned in for one more and then opened the door.
As he stared at the ceiling while trying to sleep, he could still feel her lips on his. He brought his hand up and touched his lips with his index finger in the hope they were still kissing. No such luck. He slept is fits and starts, dreaming of Sarah. Over and over, he saw her smile, he felt her lips on his.
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