Framia: cena in the Park
da ~NaruIno4eva
I DIDN OT WRITE THIS.ONE OF MY Friends ON DEVIANTART DID.
Jamia hopped into the passenger sede, sedile of her boyfriend Frank's car within the first ten secondi he appeared in her driveway. She knew it was going to be a special data - it was their first after he gave her that silver promise ring and purchasing an identical one for himself - so she had flat ironed her hair a little for the occasion. When they stopped at a red light, he ran his free hand through her frosted brown hair.
"Your hair looks different," he pointed out with a smile, "I like it."
"Thank you. I knew tonight would be special, so I decided to do my hair a little fancy." Jamia smiled shyly and batted her eyelashes, which had a slight cappotto of mascara darkening them. Frank smiled too, as the light turned green, but it seemed to have a different meaning behind it.
They finally stopped at a park, which was in a sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza neighborhood since kids were still playing there and there were no sightings of shady figures anywhere. Frank opened the car door for her - always the gentleman - and held her hand as he lead her up a mini collina towards the off-center of the park. Her giant brown eyes widened in surprise as she saw a picnic basket, blanket, lit candles, and a radio playing a soothing mix of Sonic Youth ushered under a albero on the lump of land.
"A cena in the park? Frankie, that's so sweet of you!" she threw her arms around his neck, and he hugged her back, his hands slithering from her waist to her butt. She gently slapped his shoulder and shook her finger at her boyfriend.
"Not in public, Frankie! There's kids here, anyway."
"Well, I'm just a bad, bad boy who needs to be punished."
"Oh, God, Frankie. te are being such a dirty boy today. Let's just have a nice, romantic dinner. te can contain yourself, right?"
"'A nice, romantic dinner'...I think I can do that."
"Good." Frank let her skip on ahead of him, patting his right jean pocket - yeah, the condom he hopefully would get to use later tonight was still there.
He got to the picnic sight, and pulled out a chilled miniature champagne bottle and two wine glasses, pouring one of them and handing it to Jamia. She took it, smiled and had a sip.
"You really don't think people will point out that there are two minors out drinking in the middle of a family friendly park?"
"Shhh, they don't know yet. successivo time I'll make sure to bring mela, apple juice, and to prove there's no alcohol in it, it'll be in the little succo, succo di frutta boxes. It will feel like first grade lunch time all over again." Jamia threw her hair back and laughed at both the joke and for the sheer drunkenness of it. She wasn't drunk on the champagne - she was drunk on the Amore she was constantly downing whenever she and Frank were together. She loved him so much.
Frank pulled out dishes, napkins, and silverware, and a take out box of pizza. Jamia jokingly punched him in the shoulder, her mouth open in surprise and laughter.
"And this whole time I thought te had cooked me something special!" She pretended to pout, and even shed a tear for dramatic effect.
"Hey, putting in your order and waiting for what feels like a anno for a simple order of a small veggie with extra cheese and driving back here to get everything set up is a lot of work - pizza Hut works very slowly," he cut up a slice and held it to her, "Shall I feed you, my Mademoiselle?"
"Even though that's French te just complimented me with, why the hell not?" She opened her mouth an a slightly cold combination of bread, vegetables, and lots of cheese gushed into her mouth. Whilst chewing, she cut up a slice and held it out to Frank.
"Your turn; open up!" He obeyed, letting his girlfriend stuff pizza in his mouth as she rang out that sweet, goofy laugh in his ears. He smiled, and noticed she was still wearing that ring her gave her, just like she was at school yesterday, and the week before, when he gave it to her. It made him indescribably happy to see her wear it as if it were secondo nature. It also made him più sure that he would get to use the latex dick cover-up soon. Maybe tonight, maybe not tonight, but soon.
After feeding each other pizza and Cioccolato covered cherries Frank had bought from the caramelle negozio around the corner, they finished off the small champagne bottle and were slightly tipsy. They had been close to each other and baciare between feedings the whole time, and Frank felt like it was the perfect time to get her in the mood. He got a little più closer to her, nuzzling his face into her shoulder, which was barely covered da his old jacket. She forgot a sweater on their secondo date, and he let her borrow it for the night. She never returned it.
"You never did give me back my jacket..." he whispered into her skin and the leather of the jacket.
"Do te want it back?" she asked, getting up slightly and preparing to slip it off of her.
"Um, not now, but okay," he let her proceed in taking off his giacca and handing it back to him, "We can always go to my dad's house, drop it off there." Jamia didn't respond. Instead she just kissed him, smiling like an idiot and unashamed of it.
"Am I the only one who's noticed that we have only kissed for the past anno and a half?" he pointed out, brushing back some of her icy brown hair and holding her face in his warm hand.
"Did te have any other suggestions on how to say 'I Amore You' in other ways?"
"I could think of some..." His hand trailed from her face to the base of her snow white neck, his finger lightly tracing the design her collare bone and continuing down her arm. His lips softly kissed her neck, then kissed under her chin, then her perfectly shaped lips, the corner of her mouth, and at her blushing cheek. Jamia was stunned in thought. She loved Frank - but was she really willing to go that far? Wasn't sex supposed to occur on her wedding night, just like her parents and teachers at Catholic school had told her? Frank did say that he wanted to marry her, and she did Amore him. He promised that he would. Perhaps if she did sleep with him, it would be a sneak peak of their wedding night, in a sense. She looked at him with serious eyes.
"I-I have a condom, y'know, just in case te wanted to-"
"Do te wanna drop off your giacca at your dad's place? Maybe then we can, maybe come up with different ways to say 'I Amore You'?" Frank's jaw dropped in surprise and glee. It was going to happen. Sweet Jesus, it was going to happen. Dreams do come true.
"I'll just call my mom and say I'm going over to a friend's house for a sleep over. I can just borrow some of her pj's and underwear - she'll understand." Frank kissed her on the cheek, doing a victory dance all the way to the car, counting the secondi until he would be a virgin no longer.
da ~NaruIno4eva
I DIDN OT WRITE THIS.ONE OF MY Friends ON DEVIANTART DID.
Jamia hopped into the passenger sede, sedile of her boyfriend Frank's car within the first ten secondi he appeared in her driveway. She knew it was going to be a special data - it was their first after he gave her that silver promise ring and purchasing an identical one for himself - so she had flat ironed her hair a little for the occasion. When they stopped at a red light, he ran his free hand through her frosted brown hair.
"Your hair looks different," he pointed out with a smile, "I like it."
"Thank you. I knew tonight would be special, so I decided to do my hair a little fancy." Jamia smiled shyly and batted her eyelashes, which had a slight cappotto of mascara darkening them. Frank smiled too, as the light turned green, but it seemed to have a different meaning behind it.
They finally stopped at a park, which was in a sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza neighborhood since kids were still playing there and there were no sightings of shady figures anywhere. Frank opened the car door for her - always the gentleman - and held her hand as he lead her up a mini collina towards the off-center of the park. Her giant brown eyes widened in surprise as she saw a picnic basket, blanket, lit candles, and a radio playing a soothing mix of Sonic Youth ushered under a albero on the lump of land.
"A cena in the park? Frankie, that's so sweet of you!" she threw her arms around his neck, and he hugged her back, his hands slithering from her waist to her butt. She gently slapped his shoulder and shook her finger at her boyfriend.
"Not in public, Frankie! There's kids here, anyway."
"Well, I'm just a bad, bad boy who needs to be punished."
"Oh, God, Frankie. te are being such a dirty boy today. Let's just have a nice, romantic dinner. te can contain yourself, right?"
"'A nice, romantic dinner'...I think I can do that."
"Good." Frank let her skip on ahead of him, patting his right jean pocket - yeah, the condom he hopefully would get to use later tonight was still there.
He got to the picnic sight, and pulled out a chilled miniature champagne bottle and two wine glasses, pouring one of them and handing it to Jamia. She took it, smiled and had a sip.
"You really don't think people will point out that there are two minors out drinking in the middle of a family friendly park?"
"Shhh, they don't know yet. successivo time I'll make sure to bring mela, apple juice, and to prove there's no alcohol in it, it'll be in the little succo, succo di frutta boxes. It will feel like first grade lunch time all over again." Jamia threw her hair back and laughed at both the joke and for the sheer drunkenness of it. She wasn't drunk on the champagne - she was drunk on the Amore she was constantly downing whenever she and Frank were together. She loved him so much.
Frank pulled out dishes, napkins, and silverware, and a take out box of pizza. Jamia jokingly punched him in the shoulder, her mouth open in surprise and laughter.
"And this whole time I thought te had cooked me something special!" She pretended to pout, and even shed a tear for dramatic effect.
"Hey, putting in your order and waiting for what feels like a anno for a simple order of a small veggie with extra cheese and driving back here to get everything set up is a lot of work - pizza Hut works very slowly," he cut up a slice and held it to her, "Shall I feed you, my Mademoiselle?"
"Even though that's French te just complimented me with, why the hell not?" She opened her mouth an a slightly cold combination of bread, vegetables, and lots of cheese gushed into her mouth. Whilst chewing, she cut up a slice and held it out to Frank.
"Your turn; open up!" He obeyed, letting his girlfriend stuff pizza in his mouth as she rang out that sweet, goofy laugh in his ears. He smiled, and noticed she was still wearing that ring her gave her, just like she was at school yesterday, and the week before, when he gave it to her. It made him indescribably happy to see her wear it as if it were secondo nature. It also made him più sure that he would get to use the latex dick cover-up soon. Maybe tonight, maybe not tonight, but soon.
After feeding each other pizza and Cioccolato covered cherries Frank had bought from the caramelle negozio around the corner, they finished off the small champagne bottle and were slightly tipsy. They had been close to each other and baciare between feedings the whole time, and Frank felt like it was the perfect time to get her in the mood. He got a little più closer to her, nuzzling his face into her shoulder, which was barely covered da his old jacket. She forgot a sweater on their secondo date, and he let her borrow it for the night. She never returned it.
"You never did give me back my jacket..." he whispered into her skin and the leather of the jacket.
"Do te want it back?" she asked, getting up slightly and preparing to slip it off of her.
"Um, not now, but okay," he let her proceed in taking off his giacca and handing it back to him, "We can always go to my dad's house, drop it off there." Jamia didn't respond. Instead she just kissed him, smiling like an idiot and unashamed of it.
"Am I the only one who's noticed that we have only kissed for the past anno and a half?" he pointed out, brushing back some of her icy brown hair and holding her face in his warm hand.
"Did te have any other suggestions on how to say 'I Amore You' in other ways?"
"I could think of some..." His hand trailed from her face to the base of her snow white neck, his finger lightly tracing the design her collare bone and continuing down her arm. His lips softly kissed her neck, then kissed under her chin, then her perfectly shaped lips, the corner of her mouth, and at her blushing cheek. Jamia was stunned in thought. She loved Frank - but was she really willing to go that far? Wasn't sex supposed to occur on her wedding night, just like her parents and teachers at Catholic school had told her? Frank did say that he wanted to marry her, and she did Amore him. He promised that he would. Perhaps if she did sleep with him, it would be a sneak peak of their wedding night, in a sense. She looked at him with serious eyes.
"I-I have a condom, y'know, just in case te wanted to-"
"Do te wanna drop off your giacca at your dad's place? Maybe then we can, maybe come up with different ways to say 'I Amore You'?" Frank's jaw dropped in surprise and glee. It was going to happen. Sweet Jesus, it was going to happen. Dreams do come true.
"I'll just call my mom and say I'm going over to a friend's house for a sleep over. I can just borrow some of her pj's and underwear - she'll understand." Frank kissed her on the cheek, doing a victory dance all the way to the car, counting the secondi until he would be a virgin no longer.
