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He could feel her large soft breasts smother against his chest. When Jeanie tried to squeal to protest, Mark shoved his tongue into her mouth to silence her, making quick strokes that tickled the roof of her mouth.
He wouldn’t release her from his embrace even after she stopped fighting. He did relax his hold on her just enough to let her get comfortable but she wasn’t going anywhere.
Once she accepted that there would be no escape, she stopped fighting and became weak in the knees. Jeanie went limp as if Mark was draining all the strength from her, and finally, he had to hold her up.
No one had ever kissed her with as much passion or intensity as Mark, and she was spellbound for the moment. Then Mark gently released his hold on her to gauge her reaction. Her nipples were rock hard, and her panties were soaking wet. When she opened her eyes, they had a mesmerized look, as if she was waking from a trance or going into one.
Jeanie gazed at Mark submissively, signaling to him with her eyes that she was ready to be taken.
Bedroom eyes.
The wasp had been completely forgotten as Jeanie sensed no immediate danger. Now her face was flush, and her body filled with passion; why was her heart condoning what he was doing when her head did not?
Mark was erected, and he made sure Jeanie felt it.”
“I’ve wanted to do that all day,” Mark said as he slowly pulled away.
“What about the wasp?” Jeanie asked in a dreamy voice.
“He left an hour ago,” Mark said, smiling.
“What?” she said, now blinking, confused.
“My first kiss was in fourth grade, too,” Mark replied.
Suddenly Jeanie came to her senses, and in an instant, her sexual energy turned to anger. He had tricked her after he promised he wouldn’t do anything stupid!
She broke free from his grasp and had a rage in her eyes that changed them from an emerald green to a golden yellow.
“Mark Winters, did you just kiss me in front of my parent’s house -and the entire neighborhood- after I specifically asked you not to?”
“Yes, I did, but…”
“But you tricked me,” she said, “scared me, lied to me, and made a fool of me.”
“Well, don’t say it like that...”
“How else would you like me to say it?
“I don’t know…”
“Here let me help you, “No, Mark, you’re not an untrustworthy little pig who takes advantage of a girl's insecurities and tramples over her boundaries.”
“I didn’t want you to feel awkward during your first kiss.”
“That wasn’t my first kiss! “Jeanie screamed.
Mark froze.
“Well, I just thought if my kiss were a surprise and completely unexpected, you wouldn’t feel awkward or embarrassed.”
Jeanie was waiting for him to continue.
“That’s it?” she asked.
“No, that’s not it.”
“Go on,” she commanded.
“You were the best I ever had, baby.”
“Don’t call me your baby,” Jeanie said in a lowered but intense voice.
“I couldn’t help myself,” he said.
“Then you never should have promised me,” she replied.
“It’s your fault, Mark said.”
“My fault?” she said, “How is it my fault?
Then she put her hands on her hips, waiting for an explanation. She had a very sexy yet defiant posture.
“It’s your fault for having those thick, pouty, kissable lips,” Mark said, smiling.
Suddenly Jeanie broke.
“Do you have any idea what you just did?”
“Made you weak in the knees?” Mark said innocently.
Jeanie shook her head in frustration, “No, you have no idea.”
“You don’t like the way I kiss?” Mark asked.
He didn’t understand. He wasn’t one of them.
“I just wish you would have waited, that’s all,” Jeanie said, wiping her tears.
“I didn’t mean any harm,” he said.
He was starting to feel bad -maybe he had gone too far.
Jeanie looked scared to death, “I know,” she said, “but you didn’t respect my wishes.”
“It was just a kiss, Jeanie Grants, he said.”
“Jeanie Winters,” she replied.
“What?” Mark asked, confused.
“You mispronounced my name in school and called me “Jeanie Winters.”
She feared that this was a premonition, that he would be her husband one day.
“You remembered that?” Mark asked.
“Of course, I remembered… but why did you say it?”
“The same reason you came to my house tonight,” Mark replied.
He was just compelled.
The two of them just stared at each other, and to an onlooker, it seemed like they were trying to communicate a message with each other telepathically, a thought or emotion that could only be understood telepathically because to express it verbally would be impossible.
“Mark, this is my first day,” she said, “and if my parents saw us, I’ll be grounded for the next two months.” Then Jeanie checked to see if anyone was watching her inside the house.
And you would never be allowed to come over again -and I just met you.”
Mark just stood there, and for the first time he was at a loss for words.
“Are you trying to ruin the rest of my life on purpose?” Jeanie asked, bewildered.
“No, we have a date on Saturday, Mark said, trying to lighten the mood.”
“Oh no, we don’t, Mr. Winters. I’m not going anywhere with you, not to the mall, not to the store, not to your Pool, not to the beach. I don’t even want to sit next to you in class.”
Mark tried not to smile. He stood there with his eyes partially closed, taking the brunt of her verbal assault but still holding the cup for her in his hands the entire time.
She couldn’t believe it.
He nodded that he understood her perfectly. Then she grabbed the cup from his hands.
“Nowhere,” she screamed, “Fish lips!!!”
“Well, well, I guess it's true what they say about Ginger’s and their fiery tempers,” Mark kicked a stone off her driveway.
“Oh, no, child,” she warned, “you haven’t seen my temper yet.”
“Well, it’s a good thing I can handle redheads then,” he said with a cocky tone.
“I knew you were a lying creep the first time I looked at you, Mark Winters, but I didn’t want to believe it. I wanted to give you a chance to prove me wrong. But I was such a fool. I should have never given you, my number.”
“You got off light with me just kissing you. I also wanted to grab that luscious ass of yours.”
He thinks my ass is luscious, Jeanie thought to herself.
“You said you were old-fashioned, remember?”
“Vaguely,” he said, acting like he was having difficulty remembering.
“I don’t know how they do things in Michigan,” she said, “but in Nebraska, we know the meaning of the word manners, so you’re obviously not familiar with that word.”
Then she double-timed it up her driveway, hoping she made it to the door before crying. The sprinkles in the half-filled cup bounced off the lid with her every step.
“I’ll call you at noon,” Mark reminded her, no longer worried about her anger.
“I won’t be home,” Jeanie yelled back, then lifted her head towards the heavens and screamed.
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