Today I thought I would share a chapter of my erotic romance American Girl.
Chapter Four
“Concrete jungle where dreams are made of.”
Alicia Keys
The plane idling on the tarmac frazzles my already strained nerves. I dislike flying so the long journey ahead of me dampens my excitement over the destination. The disbelief regarding my decision to leave Adelaide, still lingers in my mind. It, even now as I sit in my designated seat, doesn’t feel real. Anticipation, the emotion running second within me causes my hands to shake and my heart to thump an erratic beat. I have many hours ahead of me, I need to calm down.
True to her word, Molly paid for the flight I wait to endure. My half saved with diligence over the months leading up to this day, would be returned on arrival. The moment to meet my new infatuation, my new love has arrived and I am terrified. Would Molly feel the same when she meets me in person? Would I? This is crazy, I
tell myself but my heart refuses to listen to my caution. What’s the worst that could happen? It doesn’t work out, I return home. A holiday to New York being something I always hoped to do.
My thoughts swirl as the plane lifts into the sky. If I’m going to stay sane I need to still my mind. I decide to
watch the movies on offer and I somehow manage to watch two without my thoughts wandering too much and nerves still intact. I open the book I purchased for the journey and lapse several hours. With many left to endure, my book complete and having seen all the movies, I ponder what to do next.
I close my eyes and attempt to relax. Sleep a difficult prospect for me at the best of times would prove harder
to obtain on a plane, or so I thought. The thud of tyres hitting the tarmac shakes me awake. I gaze out the window and surprise then exhilarated anxiety overwhelms me when the ‘JFK Airport’ sign welcomes me.
I gasp when I see the trickle of snowflakes and a blanket of white covering the ground. December in New York, would it be a romantic winter paradise? As the plane taxies towards the building, the butterflies in my stomach
spiral in an erratic frenzy while fear seizes my throat. For the umpteenth time I wonder whether I’ve made the right decision. I swing between fear and excitement as I wait to disembark.
Impatience causes my foot to tap as the passengers between me and the door unload their luggage from the overhead lockers. I control the urge to push my way through as the line of weary people trudge towards the exit. The time has finally arrived. I’m going to see her, feel her, and taste her. Would it be everything I hoped for?
I curse my short stature as I search the arrivals lounge but can see little through the crowd. A dark head can be seen above the throng and I realise Molly is taller than I imagined. This sends my heart into a desire fuelled flurry. I like tall. Vivid blue eyes search the room and lock on mine as the people dissipate in front of me.
Her grin sets her face alight and I can’t recall ever seeing anyone more beautiful. I stop, unable to bridge the gap, unsure of myself and what do to next.
Her smile remains as she takes the steps to diminish the distance between us. My cheeks flush as she pulls me into a tender embrace. One of her hands touches my hair so I lift my face to hers. A self conscious thought flashes through my mind as her lips seek mine. What would people think? I hear several gasps and ignore them as I welcome her soft mouth. The softest lips to ever have touched mine. I move my hands from where they rested on Molly’s back to her hair. They become lost in the silky waves as her tongue teases mine. It circles
in gentle strokes, urgent yet patient. An aroma overwhelms my senses, a light flowery scent my mind is unable to place. I can taste raspberries and realise this to be from her lips. Her soft curves pressed tight against me cloud my already hazy thoughts. When a small moan emits from within me, Molly eases her mouth from mine and whispers in my ear. “Let’s get out of here.”
Taking my hand, she guides me through the airport to retrieve my luggage. Her smooth
hand grips firm as we stride through the dawdlers to the carousel.
“How was the flight?” She asks while we wait.
“Um...great.” My cheeks still burn from the thrill of our first kiss. My erratic heart threatens to beat right out of my chest. I long to feel her gentle, full mouth again.
“Did you manage to sleep?” Her eyes melt into mine reflecting the desire and love I feel.
“Yes I did, which was surprising.”
I notice my guitar on the carousel and step forward to collect it. Sudden shyness compels me to watch the bags as they make their round trip around again and again while I wait for my suitcase. Being here, seeing Molly in the flesh, looking tall and pretty, seems all so surreal. Nerves still cause the butterflies to dance and my hands to sweat. I wonder if I will know what to do. Our first kiss felt natural, wonderful and I hope the rest will flow as easily.
“You’re adorable when you’re shy,” Molly says quietly in my ear, her hot breath and whispered words send tingles of apprehension down my neck through to my toes.
I gaze at her and her serene expression helps me to relax some. I spot my case and go to retrieve it.
“That’s everything,” I say.
We walk in silence to the car park and as we load her black sleek car it continues.
“Nice car,” I say.
“Yeah, I don’t use it much, driving in New York isn’t the quickest. I like to use it on long drives though.” We
climb into the car and I clasp my hands together in my lap, still a little shy and nervous. “I thought you might
like to see some of the sights on the way home. There will be plenty of time for proper sight-seeing later.”
“Sure, I would like that.”
“Justine,”she says before pausing. I turn to look at her. “I know you’re a bit...nervous but it’ll be alright.”
“I know.” I smile and reach up to brush hair from her face. I absorb every feature, her small straight nose, full pink lips and sharp cheekbones. I place my hand on her soft alabaster cheek. “I just hope...I...”
“Oh, honey, don’t you worry about a thing.” Her thick Brooklyn accent sounds sweet to my ears. I want to kiss her again.
“Your accent is sexy,” I say, surprising myself at how quickly I’m relaxing.
She lets out a husky groan and pulls my face towards hers. Those delectable lips devour mine with more ferocity this time. I lean my body in as close as I can within the confines of the car and intensify the pressure of my tongue against hers. Kissing a girl is more than I thought it could ever be. Supple lips, smooth skin not roughened by a stubble shadow and gentle erotic tongues meeting. The strength of a man’s kiss not present here yet still intense in a more wonderful way.
“Justine,”Molly says pulling back, leaning her forehead against mine, our breathless pants in unison. “I don’t want to do this right here, in the car but if we don’t stop I won’t be able to control myself.”
“I understand,” I whisper.
Molly smiles and starts the car. She comments on our surroundings as we drive towards her apartment in Manhattan. She takes us through Brooklyn and Molly points out the suburb where she’d grown up. Snow covers the streets, the houses, the trees and everything appears mostly white. I enjoy listening to her describe the sights as the whiteness whizzes past us.
As we approach the Brooklyn Bridge two things steal my breath. The Statue of Liberty standing tall and assuming in the harbour and the bridge itself. As the darkness of night has come to blanket the sky like the snow has the ground, the lights on the bridge and Manhattan behind it, illuminate the dark in wondrous beauty.
The tall buildings reflecting their luminosity onto the water captures my heart. I can barely wait to visit
Times Square and Central Park.
“I live on the lower east side so the rest will have to wait for another day.” Molly says as we cross the bridge into
Manhattan.
“That’s OK. This was enough for tonight, it’s so beautiful.”
Molly laughs causing my heart to soar and my mind to go completely blank. How does she do this to me? Send me into a whirlwind of emotion from one glance or spontaneous laughter or soft spoken words?
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