An Unlikely Connection: Part 3

Chapter 8: New Beginning

"I love you," she said. The volume was quiet yet louder than her parents. It sent chills up my neck and down my back. 

"I love you too."

She turned me around to kiss my lips. One wasn't enough for us. We made out while her parents continued to yell at each other. Their voices began to fade out the more I focused on her. They got quiet to the point that they made me check over my shoulder. I thought they were looking at us. Fortunately, that wasn't the case.

We left with the last chair and a bag of other items while her parents were still arguing. I lifted the chairs in the bed of the truck and took off. Yosefin never looked back. She sat tall, eyes forward, hands in her lap, and bobbed her head to the alternative rock on the radio. The only time she looked back was when she wanted to check her chairs. I had to drive slowly to keep them from rolling around. By the time she did, we were home.

"Bro," Yosefin said. "We should do something nice tonight."

"I'm all ears."

"Let me think." After we got her chairs in her room, she didn't have an answer. She organized the things she brought in and had nothing to say about what she wanted to do. I thought she had forgotten until she took out a baby blue dress from the wardrobe. "Let's go out to dinner." She said and put the dress on the bed.

"Dinner?" I said, rubbing the fabric on the dress. It felt coarse yet the inside was soft. There were miniature white floral patterns throughout it. The waistline had a matching strap and the skirt had vertical creases all around it. "This looks pretty."

"It was cheap. I had it when I had blonde hair. It might not look good on me now." She looked stunning when I imagined what she could look like. I pictured her with the dark red lips, makeup, earrings, and high heels.

"The way I see it, I think you will look stunning."

"Maybe you should dress me up," she said, holding me from the side. "Ja?"

"Ja."

At six o'clock, I put my image on Yosefin. She improved upon what I imagined. Instead of dark red lips, she made them pink and glossy. She put on an artificial blush, darkened her lashes, and put on white high heels that elevated her height to be level with the bridge of my nose. I felt underdressed. All I had on was a nice collar shirt and a pair of navy blue jeans.

"Looking great, babe," I said.

"Thanks," she said, hiding her smile with her hands for a short moment. "You should call me more by that name."

"I'll add it to my New Year's resolution." She shook her head as if I said something wrong yet it made her grin.

"God, you are so adorable," she whispered with her fingers gently clawing my chest. "After we eat, I need to rant about something to you." Her touch got softer. She circled her index finger on my left nipple.

"Is it something bad?" I said, speaking to match her calming erotic voice.

"Yeah," she said and bit the corner of her lip. I got an erection from thinking about what could happen once we got back. My jeans didn't have enough room to comfortably compress it. It hurt the more I flexed. I had to press it down so it wouldn't lift against the fabric. "Settle down," she said. "We'll let it free later." Her words didn't help the situation. After we took some quick pictures, I had to walk as relaxed as I could to the car to soften the erection.

"I should've worn shorts."

"Sorry about that. You've made me so happy and excited."

"Excited? Are you horny?"