. . .As we stand in her living room just
waiting for the car to take me to theairport, I sink into her
rather awkward black leather couch. All I can do is stare at the
ground below my feet, my eyes then move about the large room asif
to try and memorize every single thing in it. Lucy comes over and
sits down beside me. She reaches out to take my hand, "I had
a great time". All I can do is look up at her and say,
"I don't want to go." tears welling up in my eyes. Her
voice is soft, as she holds my hand tighter, "Hey you can
come back you know. This isn't a life sentence.". She leans
over pulling me to her. She reaches up and puts her hand on my
chin turning me to her, "Hey, don't you cry, you'll have me
doing the same." Then she leans into me, our eyes close. We
kiss softly. I feel those waves go through me again, just like I
did last night. I will never forget how that felt, not ever. Her
lips are so soft, and her tongue, well, I can't even describe how
that feels to me moving inside me. Our eyes meet as we slowly
part. I can see that she has something in mind. "Hey I know,
how's about we take a few pictures?" That ay you can look at
them whenever you feel like you want to..." her voice trails
off, and that distinct 'Lucy' smile crosses her reddened lips.
Suddenly she jumps up off the couch, and starts rummaging through
my small carry on bag. After a moment, she pulls out my 35mm
camera, then walks over and pulls me up from the
couch."Here" she hands me the camera, "you go ever
there, and get this thing ready, and I'll be right back."
Before I can say a word, she is shuffling out of the room, leaving me standing there. I shrugmy shoulders as I fiddle with the camera. From the other room I hear, "Hey, I don't know about you, but I hate to fly. It just makes me nervous. It's the going up and coming down that gets me every time. Now with every thing that has happened in the last year, I hate it even more." "Yea" I reply uninspired. To set the aparure, I pan around the room still trying to take in everything to burn it into my brain. Then, though the lens I see her. She is standing there in the doorway in nothing but the black lace panties she wore last night. I pull my eye from the viewfinder and let out a sigh. "Oh Lucy." "How's about we take some pictures?" I smile, and follow her over to that dammed black couch, and she sits down. She begins sliding down into the couch, pouting, and posing until I can hardly hold the camera. Well, all ll I can say is, that after about four pictures, we were both rolling around again on that ugly couch. We never did get back to the pictures, but that is okay, I got way more than pictures. . .
"A Weekend to Remember"
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