The characters portrayed in this story are at least eighteen years of age.
It's been a while since I have come home to Maine from school. I go to college a few states over in Vermont. It's roughly a six hour drive home, and all of it is highway driving. I found out that today's class was canceled, so my three day weekend suddenly became a four day weekend. I had called my parents ahead of time. They had been planning a trip, just the two of them, to California to visit some relatives in a town two hours south of Los Angeles. That's fine by me. I wouldn't have minded seeing them, but then, I would have had some mad-crazy rules put on me again, and I don't like those. I had formed a sort of half plan. I was gonna go home, dump all my stuff in my room that was now freakishly clean and devoid of my personality due to my Mother. Then I'll visit my girlfriend.
Her name is Amber. She is absolutely amazing. Her eyes are the color of the Caribbean ocean with a streak of hazel to mix them up. Her hair is a wavy golden blonde with slight brown streaks to accent the color. She has a full, round face with a light complexion that always seems to sparkle when she smiles. Her body is well built. She isn't skinny, she's got curves. Just the kind of thing I like. A lot.
I smile every time I think of her. She's like a ray of light that brightens up every lecture hall. Her clothes match her demeanor with their bright spring and summer colors. She usually wears a fairly low cut tank top with thin spaghetti straps in pastel colors, and she will wear ankle length skirts with them even in the dead of winter. It's taken some convincing to get her to dress a little warmer that way she doesn't freeze her toes off. Thinking about my woman helps to pass the time that I've spent driving. Normally, most of the ride I keep the radio on, but switching stations every border has become more of a nuisance. Besides, I can keep my mind occupied by thinking of my plans for the weekend. I can watch the snowflakes whip by at seventy miles an hour, and just drive while thinking of my woman.
I reach my hometown around noon; I had left at six fifteen that morning. It's always sort of surreal when I pull into my hometown again. There's always some new building or one of the stores from my childhood has closed down. That's not to mention the changes that have happened at home. I take a right off the exit ramp and drive up the hill, taking a left onto Main St. The snow falls lightly on the ground. It's only snow so far. There hasn't been enough precipitation to create a coating of black ice on the ground. I take a turn onto a winding country road, then another left onto the street I grew up on.
Every house seems to creep by as if an invisible force field is slowing me down, yet the speedometer reads twenty seven miles an hour the entire way down the road. After a miniature eternity I see my driveway and mailbox. The driveway hasn't been shoveled because of my parent's vacation, but luckily there is only a couple of inches worth of snow on the pavement. I pull in and hear the crunching of tires on fresh snow. I turn the car to face the garage door and then slowly back into the space between the shed and a small copse of trees.
I turn off the engine and hop out, shutting the door behind me. I reach over the side of the bed and grab my travel bag, shoulder it and press the button on the remote garage door opener. I slip the button back into the pocket of my brown leather jacket and duck underneath the door before it fully opens. I shut the door, open the door to the house and walk into the mudroom.
I look around and take in the familiar smell of home. It's one of those things you don't realize you miss until you are only home for a couple of days at a time. Taking off my hiking boots and jacket, I notice the light on the phone's answering machine is on. I walk over to it and press the button to play the message back.
"Hey James," It's my mother voice. She sounds so much older on the phone than in person. "Sorry we couldn't be home. There are leftovers in the fridge and some deli meats in the drawer as well. Sorry we couldn't welcome you home baby. Dad and I love you. Bye!" Typical thing parents say. Ah well.
I walk around to the front room and then up the stairs. I go through the door to my room and pitch my bag to the floor before falling face first on my bed. I let loose a sigh of comfort rolling onto my back, the image of my girlfriend pops into my mind. I see her vividly, and I see the two of us together and what we could be doing later today. I get up off the bed and feel the cloth of my pants strain against my erection. Gee, that was fast.
I re-adjust and head back downstairs. Why do the work myself when I can have a beautiful woman to make it that much better later? Back in the kitchen, I open the fridge. First things first, I'm damn hungry. I pull out some of the deli meat, cheese, and a pickle and throw it all together on some bread to make a sandwich. As an after thought, I grab a bottle of root beer and sit down at the counter to eat.
With my sandwich finished, I grab my jacket and head back out the door to my truck. I climb in and start the engine. Luckily the cab hasn't cooled down all that much. I pull out of the driveway and onto the road again. A surge of excite flows through me leaving the landscapes a blur. I am going to see Amber again! Unconsciously my foot presses hard on the accelerator causing me to go about fifteen over the speed limit the entire trip.
Just the thought of being able to hold her warm body in my arms again and to smell her sexy womanly scent. To be able to bury my face in her hair and hold her close against my body. To feel her soft lips press against my mouth in a passionate kiss. Before I know it, I'm almost on her road.
I go careening around the corner onto Amber's street and fly down to her yellow house where I almost hit her mailbox. The excitement is flowing so freely. It's taken over complete control of my body, disconnecting my rational mind from everything. I back up and pull into her driveway, skidding to a halt before her garage door. I flick the engine off and am hopping out the door when a blur of color bursts out the house's front door.
"Jimmy!" Amber screams and tackles me, shoving me against the door that I had just shut.
"Oof, hi!" I'm being smothered in the greatest hug of all time by Amber. Her hair smells like fresh fruit, and her clothes match those of a normal persons summer wear. She's wearing a light blue tank top wit a white blouse over it. Her skirt is denim and she is wearing flip flops in the slush. "I missed you so much babe." I manage to mumble with my face in her hair.
She pulls a bit away and kisses me softly on the lips. It's as if it was our first kiss all over again. Electricity courses through my veins, causing every extremity to tingle. She wraps her arms around my neck, and I move one arm to around her back, and the other slides down to hold her sweet ass. I never want to end this kiss.
She pulls back to catch her breath and flips the hair out of her face with one hand.
"So, you must be happy to see me, am I right?" She smiles with a twinkle in her eyes.
I am suddenly very aware of my erection poking her just below the navel.
"Heh, well you know..."
"That's ok Hun, I love you anyway."
She goes to kiss me again, and drops her hand down, giving my crotch a little tweak that makes me jump. I take her kiss, and hold her head. I kiss her hard, real hard. Enough to feel the quiet moan she lets go. I pull away and kiss her neck lightly then I let our lips meet again. Finally Amber breaks off.
"Oh, sorry you must be freezing your boobs off Hun."
Amber laughs, "Just kinda."
"Ok then, let's go inside."
I make a sudden move. My left arm goes behind her back and my right one behind her knees, and I lift her up off the ground.
"Jimmy!" She squeals in two parts giddiness and one part fear. "Put me down! You're gonna drop me!"
"What? Maybe you should have put some real shoes on. That way I wouldn't have to save you from the vicious snow and slush."
