Those fingertips, those fingertips, those fingertips

Kelly always gets there before I do. She always does. I don’t mean to be late, but I tell her “I’ll be there as soon as I can”. I tell her that cuz I live on the farthest north of town and I have to battle traffic just to get there.

Today we met for lunch at Chuy’s. Seems like we always have something to talk about even if its just little stuff. I told her that I had to put ICY HOT cream on my left shoulder blade cuz I wrestling / rough housing with Kurt last night and I pulled a muscle in my back. The convo went spiralling into one with different creams for muscle pain, kinda like comparing notes in class. I told her I’m taking the night off to recuperate and she was relieved … she seemed concerned that I’m working too much and suggested I need a vacation. She inquired about that. I told her I planned a weeklong trip in the desert, camping.

I told her she looked good: she was wearing a sleeveless collared shirt, jeans and the usual white Asics. She wore a fine linked turquiose necklace, a ring with a huge malakite polished stone. She’s into gemstones, coin collecting, handguns, and Spiderman comic books. She likes to listen to country music and hip hop. After lunch, I asked if she had anything planned with the rest of her day. She had to go to Bookman’s Bookstore to sell some books and buy more. Like me, she’s an avid reader, but I’m selective about what I read; mostly tech manuals and computer books. She started talking about her friends’ kids. I talked about my 11 y/o nephew and how he and his mom, my brother’s ex wife, were fighting. I told her how Ethan called my brother to pick him up not even 15 minutes at his Mom’s apartment. The kid said, “Dad, come get me. I don’t want to be here with my Mom”. Ethan later told his Dad that his Mom hung up on him and that “Hanging up on my Dad is being a good role model to me”. That came from an 11 y/o kid who’s at an impressionable age to know right from wrong. My brother raised his kid well. We talked about kids some more.

We met at Bookman’s later in the day. I somehow took a wrong turn and ended on the opposite side of the road. I made an illegal U turn and got back on track. This was in busy Friday traffic. After parking on the opposite side of the bookstore, I entered the place looking for her. I really didn’t have any reason to be there, but I told her I was looking for an old Playstation game. I just wanted to be with her.

She had a basket in the Science Fiction department. We were looking at “The History of Batman”. She still collects comic books. I asked her if she’s ever read the “Truely Tasteless Jokes” series and said that I can amuse myself for hours with those books. She got a kick out of that.

I did something unexpected. I came behind and wrapped my arms around her stomach with my face in the back of her head. She didn’t flinch or react suddenly. She just stood there and smiled. I told her I liked the smell of her hair. While she was bending over to pick up a Dilbert graphic novel, I took a picture of her with my camera phone. The first one didn’t come out so as she stood up, I took another one.

I walked around the bookstore trying to restrain myself of holding her again. I wandered over to the electronic games section. No Parasite Eve. I just needed the first disc. I then went over to the computer section and picked up a book on Computer Viruses. I then walked to where she was. Her basket was already filled with true crime paperbacks and two horror novels by Dean Koontz. She said she gets credit for books they take, and buys more books with that.

I went to the Purchases line to pay for my book. That I didn’t need. She was still at the counter, so I looked thru the vhs movies. After she was done, she snuck up behind me and tapped the back of my leg with her plastic bag. I would guess this is her way of flirting / getting my attention since she’s painfully shy.

We walked out of the bookstore together. I asked if she had gotten a dictionary cuz she was holding one in her hand. She said No. I told her I currently own a thesaurus, a Latin dictionary, a Spanish dictionary, Webster’s Unabridged, and an Internet dictionary.

We stood out on the curb talking a wee bit more. As she was talking of the start of her vacation tomorrow, I interupted her in midsentence and gave her a big long hug. She reciprocated. Other people were passing us hugging. We broke apart as a light zephyr blew against her hair, spreading it over her eyes … which just looked so sexy! It was like a slow breaking apart as I felt her fingertips drag across the back of my shirt.

I keep asking myself, “Why is this beautiful 32 y/o so shy?” I figured most people get over that phase at 25. I’m thinking she must’ve led a sheltered life. A part of me says, “Sheltered life? Dude this is gonna be sooo satisfying to corrupt her”. The other part of me is saying, “Take it easy with this one. She looks like a keeper. So DON’T FUCK IT UP”.

I won’t see her til next Saturday.

Gives me alot of time to think on the next move.

I imagined her fingertips raking my bare skin … if it ever came to that.