It Was You

I took the black pen from the table and scrawled my signature on the receipt, tears threatening to spill over onto the thin paper. I placed the pen and the receipt back in their little leather folder. A romantic dinner for two eaten and paid for by one; possibly the worst night of my dating life. The waitress came by to pick up the receipt and I vacated my chair and walked out of the restaurant onto the street.
People pushed past me on all sides while I stood outside the restaurant. Cars honked as they sat in Friday night traffic, bringing me back to Earth. I walked to the corner of the street and waited.
"Kase?"
I lifted my head at the sound of my name and looked around.
"Kase is that you?"
I turned in the direction of the voice and saw a guy coming toward me.
"Go away Max." I said and turned back to the street, away from the tall dark haired boy.
"C'mon Kase. I would've thought you'd be happy to see me." Max said, his dark curly hair flopping into his eyes. "Nice dress."
I looked down at my knee length, fire-engine red v-neck dress that clung tightly to my curves.
"Why in the world would I be happy to see you Max? All through high school you've done nothing but torment me." I said. The signal to walk flashed across the street and I began walking, Max following close behind me.
"Torment you? Me? Why, I would never!" Max was walking next to me now. "So why are you over here dressed up and all by yourself?"
"None of your business." I said shortly and walked as fast as I could in my strappy red heels.
"Oooh, a bit snappy aren't you?"
I stopped walking, turned to face Max, and slapped him across the face in one swift move. His smirk was immediately wiped from his face.
"Okay Kase. I'm sorry." Max said. "But really, why are you here, all dressed up, and alone?"
I let out a heavy sigh and turned back to walking down the street. "If you must know, I was stood up tonight."
There was no reaction and I thought that maybe Max had stopped walking with me. I looked to the side and Max was still there, starring at me.
"What?" I said defensively.
"Nothing." Max said and quickly averted his eyes. "I just don't know why anyone would stand you up. Who was he?"
"Jasper Breegard."
"What! That asshole?! He's worse than I am! At least I would never stand you up."
"Well I won't ever give you the chance to prove that."
"Why not?" Max stopped me mid step, grabbing my arm and turning me to face him.
I tried to look Max in the eye but couldn't; I feared he would see the tears welling up in my own eyes. I looked behind me and saw that we were standing in front of a park.
"C'mon." Max said, motioning to the park. "I'll show you that I can be better than that asshole Breegard."
Max pulled me by the hand through the gate of the park. We stopped under a lone streetlamp at the far end of the park and Max looked down at me with his liquid topaz eyes.
"That dress really is nice." Max whispered. The bright red dress made my pale skin look paper white.
"You think?" I asked.
"Yeah, I do." Max bowed his head to press his soft lips to mine, his hands knotting in my long, wavy, dark brown hair. My lips acted instinctively, fighting Max's for complete control.
Max pulled away too quickly and ran over to the play equipment. I watched as he climbed over the monkey bars and sat on the edge, gesturing for me to come to him. I hesitated for a second before slowly walking to the play equipment.
"C'mon Kase, let's play." Max jumped from the monkey bars. He landed and grabbed my hand, pulling me down to the ground with him. I landed hard, my fall being broken by Max.
"Hey you." Max whispered. His smile was luminous.
"Hey." My voice was barely above a whisper. Max twined his hands in my hair again and brought my mouth down to his. His kiss was deep and passionate, parting my lips and letting his tongue wander seductively inside my mouth.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked, using all my willpower to pull away from Max.
"Because." Max said. "I like you Kase."
"I didn't think that you liked me." I whispered.
"I've always liked you Kase. That's why I torment you." Max ran his large hands down my body, resting for a second on my backside.
"I like you too." I confessed. Max smiled and dropped his hands to my thighs. He pulled my legs up around his waist.
Max kissed me again. This time the kiss was wanting and urgent. He slowly started to push up the skirt of my dress.
"No." I whispered, removing Max's hands from under my dress.
"Why?" Max asked.
"What if we get caught?" I blurted.
"No one will see us." Max assured me. "We're out of the reach of the streetlamp."
"What if someone hears us?"
"We just have to try to be as quiet as we can."
I grabbed Max's hand and placed it right above my right breast so he could feel my heart beating.
"Do you feel that?" I asked. Max nodded. "How fast it's beating? That's fear."
"What are you afraid of?"
"Getting caught." I whispered. "...and I'm still a virgin."
"Hey." Max whispered. He cupped my cheek, lightly caressing it. "It'll be okay. I promise I won't hurt you." His touch was like magic.
"Okay." I whispered. Max took my hands in his and guided them to the waist of his jeans. My hands shook as I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, pushed his jeans to his knees.
Max pushed the skirt of my dress to my waist, his fingers running along the elastic of my panties. I hooked my thumbs over the elastic of Max's boxer-briefs. His body arched into mine ever so slightly, making it easier to pull off the briefs. My panties were shed along with my last shred of sanity.
Max pulled my lower half closer to his. He kissed my forehead lightly and whispered, "I promise I won't hurt you." Then it happened.1

After the sex Max held me close to him. He stroked my hair and planted soft kisses on my forehead while whispering nothingness to me. My chest was pressed tightly to his and I could feel our hearts beating, beating in time with each other.
A million thoughts raced through my mind, but one was clearer than the others; how much I liked Max.
"You're nicer than I thought you were." I whispered. I took a hold of one of Max's hands and played with his fingers.
"I'm a nice guy when you give me a chance." Max replied. I rested my head in the crook of Max's neck and closed my eyes. I didn't know what school would be like on Monday, but I decided not to think about it. Things would play out the way they were supposed to.