I saw her as she entered the park, looking around tentatively, trying to not only get her bearings, but find something familiar. I was leaning against an old wooden bench, resting in the shade of the day. She looked over my way, and her face lit up. She dashed over to me, squealing as she threw herself into my waiting arms. I laughed and buried my face into her hair gently.
"I've missed you SO much!! It's been way too long, what's new, what's going on?"
She prattled on like a little school girl, her pretty green eyes sparkling with such excitement and genuine happiness. I wonder if she'd be so happy if she knew what I wanted to do to her, what this meeting was really planned for.
"Not much, same old really. You look great!" I said with an appreciative grin, and she did.
Standing at about 5'8", long strawberry blonde hair falling in waves down to her breasts, glowing skin dusted with freckles, she was a thing of beauty to me. The tight, slightly ripped up jeans, white tank top and her smooth cheeks flushing were making it hard for me not to stare.
"Aw Collin, hehehe, you look pretty good yourself." She playfully punched me on the arm.
I chuckled, and asked her a few more obligatory questions. She answered them all gleefully, and while I would have liked to have heard her answers, I was too distracted, making sure I was ready.
I had my old leather school bag slung across my chest, filled with what I'd need. I had been planning it all for the last few weeks. I was in deep lust with Julie. We'd known each other for ages, but I was always the "best friend". I had been there for her, for any little morsel she'd toss me. It's not like I hadn't had my share of attention then too; I had the whole "dark and mysterious" thing going for me. I wasn't ever really that interested in the girls I dated, they were just practice, and compared to Julie, no girl was good enough. Sure, I fucked a few; I wanted to have it right when I had Julie in my arms. She had no clue, never had an inkling of the dark thoughts I had. Of course she didn't though. She was so innocent, so sweet. At least, she seemed to be to the rest of the world. I knew what she liked, her having trusted me enough to let loose a few little fantasies she wished all her past boyfriends could have initiated. And finding her journal laying about on more than one occasion in her apartment was just the cherry on top. I'd make her mine, and I knew she'd love it. I came back to my senses, and realized we had stopped walking. She was staring at me expectantly. I blinked.
"What?"
"Well? I asked you a question, you gonna answer it wise guy? Or are you avoiding the topic?"
I stared blankly at her, and she just giggled and rolled her eyes. She pointed at me.
"You. Girls. Any news?"
I snorted out a laugh.
"Aw, Jules, you'll never let up on that with me will you?"
We had just made our way down the park path, down towards the water's edge. The trees grew thicker there, and since it was away from the playgrounds and benches, it was usually deserted, and on a hot summer day like today, not many people were outside if they could help it. She tripped over an exposed tree root, and I reached out and grabbed her by the arm to help keep her upright. She looked embarrassed.
"Wow, I'm such a klutz..."
"Not much has changed then."
She had her footing, but I still didn't release her arm. She giggled, and then noticed I was still holding on.
"Um, can I have my arm back please?"
My heart was pounding; this was it, now or never.
I jerked her towards me, she fell into my chest, and I towered over her, my face dark. "No, I don't think I want to let go just yet."
She tried to just laugh it off, told me I was being silly, and tried to pull away. I kept my grip strong, crushing her curvy frame to me. I was stiff, unyielding as she half giggled, half begged for me to let go. God she felt good against me. I reached down, and brushed a few stray hairs out of her face, and kissed her. She tried to push me away, one hand against my chest, pushing to no avail, her other tried to wriggle out of my grasp. The more she struggled the harder I held on and kissed her. I had come too far for her to run away in fear of me. I pulled away, loving how I had smudged her lipstick.
