Authors: Kim Hunter
My eyes are losing their focus, my whole body is burning up.
He pulls me closer to him. “If we kiss, I don't know if I'll be able to control myself.”
I press my fingers through the back of his hair.
“
I lost control on the first day of this vacation,” I say.
He pulls me in. His arms are so strong. But he holds me so gently.
“I need you,” he says. And this is where I give up. Oh, I give up!
I don't just give up, I give in.
He leans in and kisses me. His lips touch mine and I for the first time in my life it feels like raw electricity is shooting straight through my body. I've never felt that through a kiss before. It feels like we are literally plugged into the wall socket. I just hope my head doesn't catch fire!
Oh, still kissing. Right now,
major
kiss going on.
My legs are weak. I wonder when he is going to do the old Larry Sanders move and grope my butt, but he doesn't do it. Instead, he holds me around the waist. His hands feel like that's where they've always belonged there. I run my hand through the back of his hair, and I am just flying!
Seriously, look at me! I am airborne!
Oh, I'm going to have a heart attack, I'm sure. My heart is literally pounding against his chest. He squeezes me closer to him.
“Wait,” I say. I race to lock the front door. Just as I reach it, my dad opens it from the other side.
Oh, no, no, no!
“Hey, princess,” he says, not expecting to run straight into me. “Everything all right?”
Why does my dad keep opening doors on me? It's that sixth sense of his, I'm convinced.
“Oh, sure we we've just finished cleaning up and about to come find you guys.”
“
Really?” he asks. He's genuinely excited at the thought that I'd like to spent time with him.
“
Yeah, of course.”
He smiles at me. “Well, great. You both can walk with me back to the group.” He holds one finger in the air. “Just give me a moment.” He rushes into his bedroom and comes back out again, waving his phone at us. “I'd forget my head if it wasn't screwed on!” he says. “You guys ready, then?”
“Of course,” I say.
I'm screaming inside as I follow my dad down the path to join the rest of the group. Dylan walks behind me. I feel him gently place his hand on the back of my waist. He's being risky now, with my dad just in front of us leading the way, and I love it.
A huge smile appears on my face.
I'm flying!
For the rest of the evening we desperately try to be alone, but it's useless. Our parents are drunk and getting all sentimental, and now they're forcing everyone to listen to their stories.
Just as I'm about to give up all hope a miracle happens. I tell you, a mi-ra-cle!
My little sister begins begging my parents for one more trip to the fun park. Then Dylan's little brother joins the chorus. Beg, beg, beg.
I wait and watch with intense interest. If my dad promises her, then that's it. It
will
happen. If they promise my little sister something she never forgets, and if they break their promise she never forgives. My parents know this all too well; even when they're tipsy, they'd never promise something they can't keep.
“
Sweetie, tomorrow is the last day. And we've got a three hour drive home, too.”
My sister continues begging.
I'm loving this. You go, Girl!
I shoot her a look and nod my head, edging her on. After ten minutes of back and forth, the parents finally agree it wouldn't be a bad way to end the trip, and they promise the kids one last trip to the fun park.
Pow! . . .
Pow, pow, pow!
At the first chance available, Dylan draws beside me and whispers, “You know we're going to have the place to ourselves the whole day tomorrow.”
I shoot him a quick glance and reply, “And we're not going to be spending it by the pool this time.”
The evening finally ends and we all head back to the apartment.
All night I wrestle with the idea of sneaking into Dylan's room. But his brother is in there, too. Besides, tomorrow we'll have the whole place to ourselves.
The thought sets my entire body on fire.
It is taking all my mental ability not to just sit there and stare at Dylan all the way through breakfast. I'm so tempted to play footsie with him, but terrified I might stroke my foot up the wrong leg. I remind myself that everyone will be out of the apartment soon.
Patience, I tell myself. But I've noticed that the Force in me is extremely
im
patient.
This is the end of the line. The last day. Soon we'll be here alone for at least four hours while the parents watch the kids play merry-go-round.
“Are you sure you two don't want to join us at the fun park?” Dylan's mom asks us. They have no idea how much we don't want to join them.
“
Mom, let me enjoy the last day by the pool,” he says. “It's a kids park, and we're not kids anymore.”
Our parents exchange glances and shake their heads.
They still think we're kids. I swear, I'll be 45 and my dad will still think I'm a kid.
My dad glances up at the clock and his eyes pop out of his head. It's 9:18AM. “We've got to get going, team!” he says. He knocks back the last of his coffee, stands up and clasps his hands. “Let's go, go, go! We've got to get there and be back to check out by 2pm.”
Dad rallies the others. There is a wild frenzy at the table as everyone gets up and begins to grab their things. “Let's go, go, go!” my dad calls out again. He's now taking charge, chasing after everyone and, in his overbearing way, trying to get everyone out the door. I've never been more thankful for my dad's annoying ways.
“
Do
you
have everything, dear?” my mom asks him. She's pissed off he's being so bossy.
“
Don't worry about me, I'm the Chief here. Come on, go, go, go!”
I see my mom roll her eyes and hurry off. Five minutes later the whole group is piling out the door. My dad is standing there like a drill Sargent.
“Now or never, team. Let's goooo!” he cries out. We're still sitting at the breakfast table, trying our best to look calm. We waves as everyone piles out the door.
“
We'll be back by two," my mom calls out. "Call me if you need anything.”
“
I will,” I say, blowing her a kiss.
My dad is still acting like an army General. Once the last of them is out the door he turns back and says, “See you this afternoon, Princess.”
I smile and blow him a kiss. He smiles back and shuts the door.
When the door shuts I practically knock the table over. Dylan jumps to his feet and races into my arms. We kiss. Oh, what a kiss! Our hands are all over each other and my heart is going a million miles a minute.
We stumble around the room, refusing to separate our lips. I don't know where I'm leading him, but I'm looking for something to lie him down on.
I push him into one of the bedrooms. I think it's my parents room but it's hard to tell with all the kissing. I glance to the side table. It must be my parents room. My dad's phone is lying there.
Kisses, kisses, kisses. I'm feeling very hot right now. Whatever this is, it's burning me up. My hormones are like dynamite. Bang, bang, bang! I feel like a living fireworks show. Dylan has his lips on my neck now. It feels good. I stare randomly around the room as he swings me about. Again, my eyes fall upon my dad's phone lying on the table.
Never mind the phone!
the Force inside me demands,
enjoy the show!
Dylan's hands have just travelled south.
Oh, yes. Oh, oh, oh!
I latch onto his biceps. They are rock solid. He's not trying to flex, but his whole body is tense with desire. We return to kissing. It's a mad kind of kiss, as if we are kissing in fast forward.
I pull Dylan's shirt off him, and he does the same with mine. Next the jeans. Somehow I manage to get his off while we are still kissing. Mine are skin tight, so they're going to need more attention. He falls to his knees and pulls all the buttons undone in one move. His head is right there and I officially can no longer breathe. It is far too hot in here now, but we're not sweating. It must be the furnace inside me. The horny Dictator has stocked the fire and is ready to give me orders.
Dylan gets my jeans off and I'm on fire. I swing him around, and with one ravishing move I pull his underpants off him and push him backwards onto the bed. He lies there and stares at me, wild with desire.
I remove my bra, throw it at him, and I give in to the orders of the Force.
I walk backwards seductively, each step I pull my panties down a little more.
I push my back against the wall and pull my panties completely off.
Dylan stares in awe. He's lying on the bed. His entire body is screaming at me, calling me. We're both completely naked now and I'm about to explode with the heat inside me.
I hear my orders.
The Force, the horny Dictator in me, says,
Attack!
and I do.
I run, taking three large steps before I pounce. As I'm mid air, looking down at naked Dylan Morris in all his glory, I hear the door open behind me.
Dad's phone!
THE END
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