Storms of Romance

He began running the daisy’s petals, ever so gently over her face. She was wanting to laugh, but would just smile, as he continued, because she was also enjoying it desperately. He ran it down her arms and then her hands, watching her as he did it. After making sure that she still had her eyes closed, he looked closely at her beautiful body, watching her bare neckline and chest as it moved up and down, with deeper and heavier breathes by the second. She opened her eyes just enough to see that he was looking at her that way, but was enjoying his touch and his eyes on her, so she did not let on. Then he finally let the flower move slowly across her neck and then down and across the top of her dress, as she shivered and then arched her back, from the intense feeling it was giving her. She squeezed the blanket in both fists, still not saying anything, as both of them were becoming more aroused by the second, by his provocative action. He then said, softly, “I do believe you are tougher than me.” “No, I’m just enjoying it so much, that I don’t want you to stop,” she whispered, saying plainly, exactly what she was thinking. “Oh,” he groaned and then added, seductively, “Well, if you’re enjoying it, I’ll try to make it last a long time.” She laughed and then said, in a low, sultry voice, “I bet you’ve said that very thing, to many a girl.” “No, you’d be the first,” he said, adding softly, “the very first.” They both knew that they were now talking about sex. She opened her eyes, quickly, and looked at him, feeling more passion than she ever knew possible and said, “I hope I’ll be your best, too.” She then reached up and touched his cheek and then whispered, knowing that he was by then wondering, “You’d be my first, too.” He then said, “Oh, Patricia, you are so beautiful,” as he put his hand behind her waist and pulled her to him. They locked in a slow, wet and passionate kiss; their tongues and mouths making each of them truly want the other, so desperately. His leg, then, went over both of hers, with him not even realizing that he was doing it, just moving to the intense feelings that he was having. She pulled back, slightly, and looked into his eyes, with both of them out of breath and said, “We’ve got to stop, sweetheart.” He moved off of her instantly and said, “Oh, God, Patricia, darlin’, I am so sorry; I didn’t even realize what I was doing, ’til I was almost on top of you. Please forgive me.” He spoke so sincerely, that she knew that he meant it. She rose up and they sat holding each other, their bodies trembling full of excitement from what was happening between them. He finally whispered, “I meant what I said before. I’ve never made love to anyone. I’ve never even been as close to it, as we just were.” “Me, either. I’ve never even thought about it as seriously as you have made me think about it. I’ve always told myself that I wanted to wait...wait until I was married. But Ted, you are just…so wonderful and so gorgeous, that well… I think it will be harder than I thought it was going to be, to wait,” she said, letting out all her intimate thoughts, as they held and caressed each other. They sat a few moments more, as they each tried to calm down, though both their minds were still racing with the thoughts of what might have happened, if she had not stopped him. He grinned to himself, as he remembered his and Andy’s conversation, about whether he would know what to do when the time came. He knew, at that instance, that he would have known exactly what to do, if they had just let their feelings and bodies fully take control. He had to make himself stop fantasizing about the next and then the next move he would have made. In a moment, she said, “Ted, I’m getting too serious about you, not to tell the truth about everything.” “The truth? About what?” he asked, wondering what she could be referring to, since she had already told him that she was a virgin. At that moment, nothing else in the world seemed important. “There was a reason why I came here with Mary. She knew I wanted to come here, so when she saw the advertisement for the teacher’s position, she told me that she would try to get the job. She wanted to leave Casper, anyways, because everywhere she looked, she was reminded of her husband that she lost,” she said, trying to tell him the whole story. She began to cry, but finally said, “Maybe you should just read this. It tells the whole story, a lot better than I ever could.” She reached inside her small handbag and pulled out a folded envelope, that was well worn from time and from several readings, he supposed. “I’ll go down to the stream while you read it. Just take your time and when you’re through, just come and get me.” She handed him the letter, which he took and began to read it, as she walked toward the water. It read as follows: My dearest Patricia, If you are reading this, then that means that you have turned 18 and that I have passed away. I am so sorry, most of all, that I will not get to see you grow into the woman, that I know that you will become. I am so proud of you and the way you have stood by me, during my illness. I know that it has been hardest on you, most of all, and for that I am doubly sorry…