“No, I wish you would stop asking. It was fine. More than fine, and I think you know that, because I came like fifty times.”
“Then why don't you want to make it fifty-one?”
She groaned and shook her head. “You really don't get how badly I want to. But I really don't think I would be able to walk. It's already bad enough that half of the neighborhood heard us. I don't think I can take anymore right now.”
“I can always put a gag on your mouth. Then you won't be able to say anything.”
I was kind of joking. Kind of not. She had this super serious look on her face, though, and she looked at me like I might do that very thing. I wasn't planning on it, but now…maybe.
Covering back up because it did me no good, she asked if I wanted to go to some other old haunts. I knew exactly where she was talking about, and I have to admit that I was looking forward to it. How long had it been since I had gone to the park?
We used to sit on the picnic tables and talk about everything, mainly how much life was going to be different when we were grownups. The only difference that I could see was that I needed her more than ever before.
We got dressed and both of us were quiet on the way to Hayes Park. I hadn't been there in years, but I knew that it was going to bring back all the old memories. I think that was the point, or at least that was what seemed to be happening. Everything reminded me that we were meant to be together.
10
Amber
I spent most of the day trying to find something wrong with Frank. He was just too perfect, and I wanted to think that there was obviously something I was missing. For some reason, I didn't want him to be the perfect guy that he had always been. After having sex with him, though, I was starting to worry that he actually was. I thought that he might have been just as damn perfect as I remembered, maybe even more so. Now as a man, it was hard to deny that every part of me wanted to give in to every part of him.
We walked the river that cut through the park, taking our time winding along with it on the bank. We found our old spot and even the etched names that was in the wood of the picnic table we sat on. I couldn't believe that it was still there, but like everything here, it seemed to remind the person that the past was ever present. I tried to believe that all I had to do was stay here with him. Why would I leave? For a moment, I seriously couldn't think of the answer to that. I knew there was a reason, but none of them seemed like very good ones.
“So, Frank, you listen to me rattle on about my clothing line and France. When are you going to tell me what you have been doing all this time? And don't tell me you've been sitting here waiting for me. As much as my ego likes the idea of it, we both know that it's not true. What's been going on with you?”
It was more of a general statement, but really I was wondering about his love life. I was trying to figure out how a man that could make me come like that, was ever single. I would think that every woman that he went to bed with, would beg for him to stay in the bed as long as possible. It was hard to imagine anyone giving up that feeling. I had only had it a few times, and I was already trying to think of ways to keep him with me. How could there not be ten other women ready to scratch out my eyes at any moment for even looking at him? As crazy as it sounded, it didn't make any sense to me.
“Nothing really. I am not so wild, anymore. I am not like I used to be. I guess that just goes away with age.”
“Wild? You sound like you’ve been living like a monk. What would make you change so much?”
He got this funny look on his face and asked me why I thought it had to be something that made him change.
I told him that was easy enough. He had loved to party more than probably anybody else that I ever knew. People could change, but to change so drastically, did not make any sense. There had to be some kind of catalyst.
“Let's just say that a good friend of mine made some really bad choices and watching him royally mess up his life, made me realize that I needed to grow up.”
“And have you?”
He shrugged and said that he liked to believe that he had.
“Well, I might have to thank this friend of yours one day. It looks like because of them you are now a reformed player. I don't think it gets much better than that.”
“I would have never considered myself a player.”
“Trust me, Frank, the way you make love to a woman, that has to come with a lot of practice.”
I kind of laughed when he started to stutter, like I was going to get upset or something. I wasn't. I was truly thankful for whoever had taught him the ways of a woman, because quite frankly, they had taught him well. I couldn't even imagine ever having sex any other way. He was all I needed, apparently.
“I am not saying it as a bad thing. I'm being serious. I have never come like that before. There is some kind of magic you got going
