The Ferris Wheel
Peter A. Weiss
Copyright © 2017 by Peter Weiss
All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
(9th Installment)
“So I got to thinking and I was thinking how you were so sweet and honest last year. And I thought how wouldn’t it be nice if we met up again and I had as much desire as you, you know? So…so…”
She paused for effect and looked at Paul. “So…just so you know, I haven’t been with anyone since we met and I haven’t done anything with myself for about two months. Crazy, huh?”
“Not at all. I’m totally flattered.” Paul flashed her a big smile, pulled her tighter to him and squeezed her hand.
“Your turn. But don’t say anything stupid. I bet you’ve been having lots of girls now that you’re a big football star.”
“Actually,” said Paul, “it’s easy to get girls now and I…Aw, what the hell, Lilly. I decided I would wait for you, to see if we met up again. I thought it would be really special if I gave you my first time.”
“You’re kidding me.”
“Not at all.”
“What makes you think we’re gonna, you know?” Lilly made a little face and nudged him to indicate what she was talking about.
“Well, I was hoping. It’s something I wanted. Of course it’s all up to you.”
“You really are a silly little boy,” said Lilly. “You have a place to take me, I mean if we decide to? I’m not going back there in the hay.”
“That’s where my friends went last year.”
“First off, I wouldn’t call them friends. Then I’m just dying to know what they told you.”
“Not much. Only that they got laid back there in the hay.”
“They said that, huh?”
“Yup.”
“Well, maybe they did and maybe they didn’t.”
“What do you mean?”
“What I said. I see everything here, and what I can’t see, my people see.”
“They said they were sorry it didn’t work out for me.”
Lilly leaned in and kissed Paul. As she did so, she took his hand to hold in both of hers. “You’re precious,” she said. “Maybe they were sorry it didn’t work out for them.” She kissed him more, and more, each time deeper and fuller. “Do you have a place to take me? Cause it’s gonna work out for you.”
“My place. It’s a small college apartment but it has a comfortable bed and it’s private. I didn’t drive here. My friend Alan did. So I don’t have my car.”
“I have a jeep,” said Lilly. “It’s open and fun.” Again she unleashed a long, intimate kissing session. This one lasted nearly the entire time they were on the ride. While they kissed, the Ferris wheel spun. It started, stopped, did its thing. People got on and off, the noise got softer and louder. At the times they were stopped up top, they took a moment to look out over the fair, to take in the lights, the other rides, the people.
The first time they were stopped up there after they’d decided where they were going later, Lilly led Paul’s hand over her body. Paul remained passive, allowing her to show him the way. Lilly seemed content with this, even relieved maybe. Paul wanted to be considerate, to be patient. Once the decision was made, there was no hurry, he thought. Besides, he didn’t understand the circumstances Lilly had to contend with, the rules she had to obey. After all, she was at work.
to be continued
