Nick pulls into a grassy spot at the fairgrounds as directed by dude with the orange wand.
He muses, "That guy looks like he could be the shortest member of some garage band."
"Ever seen Green Day? He looks a lot like their front man." Noreen had shown up in a skirt and black flats that threw him off kilter, he'd complimented her at first sight and she duly flipped him off.
He goes around the Cordoba to meet her at her door, she's tugging the skirt into place when he hears a very clear quack-fart, after which she gives him a girlish look with full dimples.
After about a full minute of leaning over the trunk laughing she finally breaks in, "Are we just gonna do this all day dumbass?"
"Oh shit...yeah let's go."
Nick continues chuckling as they head to the gate, hand-in-hand. "You realize I owed you one."
"That's fair, you totally won tho."
"Don't forget it, either."
Still grinning he asks for two adult passes, and he goes into another guffaw, Noreen just crosses her arms. They proceed through the gate and get stamped, still chuckling, she drags him off to the side.
"Listen you motherfucker." Her face is really serious,
Nick sobers up.
She draws a breath and smiles slightly. "I love you."
His eyes widen.
"I wasn't sure when...you know..."
"Noreen."
She looks off to the side. He touches her face. She touches his hand, "Nick you don't have to say it back, I just couldn't wait, and I know you aren't very sentimental with words, hell neither am I, but this is..."
He pulls her close. After a few moments he softly kisses her lips, she gradually surrenders, then they're on the same page. The kiss ends and she rests on his shoulder for a bit.
Nick asks, "You ok?"
She draws a breath and looks at him, then turns to the midway and they join hands, and keep holding hands past the barkers, the vendors, the livestock, the 4H displays.
Once they've cased the joint, Nick pipes up, "Wanna ride anything?"
She digs her nails into his hand and he cringes. "So there's some rather attractive girls smiling at you I noticed."
"Yeah I saw a few from school."
"You didn't circulate much did you?"
"Nah."
When she doesn't respond he looks over and barely catches her grinning before she turns away.
"What?"
"There was a gal in one of the barns, tall and...um, rubenesque, looked at you as if you were a ghost."
"Oh, Bessie."
"Bessie?"
"Bessie Bessie Bessie. She's always here, must be volunteering for the 4H or whatever."
"Go on..."
"Back in junior high I had to use the can and the gang went on ahead, said I'd catch up, then while wandering about she introduces herself and trails me through a barn."
"Sounds romantic."
"She rambled a mile a minute and somehow managed to mention her parents are pretty strict but she thinks tickling is OK."
Noreen has to look away and laugh.
"She wore the same getup as today, long skirt...she can walk pretty fast though, like she has wheels under there..and I could swear she would undo a shirt button whenever I wasn't looking."
"OK you're shitting me now...although she does have pretty big jugs," as she sobers up her face enough to taunt with raised eyebrows.
"God, and big everything else, not to be mean but I only see a St. Bernard in glasses."
Noreen hugs his shoulders and kisses his cheek, still chuckling, then tuns to the vendors, "Ooh I smell vinegar fries...you getting hungry yet?"
Nick had to pause a minute, as a kid he practically turned green at the thought of vinegar fries when his folks would get those, but now they sound kinda good.
"Yeah actually, what could go with 'em?"
"Hmmmm...they have coneys...brats...burgers..."
"The usual list of suspects."
"I might just get a dog."
"Yeah same here, wanna split a mess a fries?"
They get that and a couple slushies, look for a table, then someone calls her name, and they join an older couple that she knows. Nick eats in peace while Noreen does all the talking, and he realizes this is a cozy arrangement.
* * * * *
The sky had gotten progressively darker so they left just after Nick found a decent billfold at a leather goods vendor. He asks her if she wants to hit any stores and she giggles.
"What?"
After a pause, "I had a dream last night..."
"Should I ask?"
"You just did...so...we were at some department store, we were joking around like we do then...well, all of a sudden, my pants were down and you were spanking me."
Nick stops walking.
"Well you kinda asked."
He takes a deep breath, "Interesting."
"That's one way to put it." She traced her fingertips on his arm then took his hand, leaned on his shoulder and they walk on.
Not sure what else to do, he suggested they head out then he headed back to his house, Noreen just let the bench seat cradle her, she folded her arms and subtly beamed at the front window, eyes usually closed.
They arrive and find a note from his folks, they were helping Gramma June with something today and won't be back till after supper. As Nick read the note Noreen was still finger-doodling on his arm.
She asks, "Everything OK?"
"From where I'm standing it couldn't be better."
They embrace and kiss right on cue. He cradles her back and lifts her out of her shoes. At the point where she breaks it off to catch her breath he scoops her up and carries her up the stairs, something he normally wouldn't attempt.
Gradually their shirts come off and they work the upper decks. She pulls off the skirt but leaves on her soaked panties, he reciprocates, the begins rubbing his on the outside of hers, curious they had never done this before.
She admonishes in a hearty tone, "Honey you keep this up you're in for a wild ride."
Nick just keeps sawing away while holding down her elbows as if she would wiggle loose, she never sounded like this, not a pure mmmm, but more guttural, a tad nasal, mnmnmnmnmn...then rrrrrrgghhhhh...
He pauses and reaches down to find her clit enraged and tight, then moves her panties to the side. "Are you ready?"
She just pants.
He starts parting her lips, she turns her head to one side, breathing too hard to speak, eyes glued shut.
Gently he inserts. Her eyes roll into her head.
They begin to rock, pure instinct.
She digs her nails into his triceps then lets go and rubs the back of his head. This is all too new to Nick and the bewilderment serves him well, to hold out longer. Eventually he realizes she's juicy as a pressed peach down there, amazing to have her hot scent in his room finally.
Before long she moans softly, “back to the gypsy that I was...the gypsy that I was...”
Her moaning changes to rhythmic mmmm mmmm mmmm and he wonders if she's close, but he won't have long to wonder, she's tightened up and it's feeling that good dirty, finding an adult magazine on the side of a road while riding a bike, getting a peak up a skirt, hitting that right spot, and she continues, stronger voice, seems familiar to Nick but he can’t quite place the song,
“...lightning strikes maybe once...maybe twice...lights up the night...you see your gypsy...see your gypsy...”
When the squirting starts she freezes into a sculpture, hands clenched and she twitches inside, jerks a few times, then he eases down on top of her and she tries to help keep him in but falls asleep.
The eagle has landed.
Nick gets up to grab a washcloth and can't help but give her a good look over, his angel asleep on a cloud, the face wrapped in a birds nest of blond locks, nipples now relaxed, knees still apart, showing a bit too much at the moment. He cleans up his business then places the cloth in her loins as he takes a place next to her, she jumps slightly, clears her throat, "Oh thanks," then positions the cloth and turns over to lean on him.
She drifts back off and he does briefly but gets to take it all in, lightning indeed strikes when it does, these past months. Back in the teen years they tell you to wait, wait till marriage, wait till you're in love, but at some point it just ain't gonna wait.
After a bit she comes to and draws closer, seemingly, little by little, regaining her wits.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Anything."
"Bo Peep..."
She buries her face in his shoulder. "Well almost anything."
"I didn't mean -"
"Nick, it's OK, you just have a way of getting to the heart."
"I don't think I'd ever thought to ask after all this time."
"I was dreading it, but...not in a bad way."
"Is there a story?"
"Bo peep is the story, the first thing I remember Dad reading me, from an old book that is still in the family."
"Oh."
"Yeah. He finally had a girl to read that too, told me to count sheep and fall asleep. Sometimes I still count sheep."
"I figured it was something special, since you never asked to see the card."
"One of these days I will sweetie."
"I know."
She kisses his cheek and lightly strokes his beard.
"I wish you didn't have to leave tonight."
"We'd get awfully crowded in here."
"It seems to work just fine."
"Nick you just made me feel things I didn't know were possible."
"Is that a good thing?"
"Do you hear any complaints?"
"Do we get our own tent on the camping thing?"
"You bet your sweet bippy."
"Interesting."
She knee-kicks him in the side of the thigh. "Hey that's gonna bruise."
"Good."
After a while he asks, "Are you OK with today?"
She responds by messing with his member, then when he gets close,
"Wonder if Bessie ever got tickled."
But our hero remains undeterred and soon they need the washcloth again, then they manage to get dressed and raid the fridge for leftovers before his folks get home.