When The Words Are Spoken

Chapter 3-1

CHAPTER 3

The week inched by on slow turtle feet. Longing to join Michael and Davontay for their picnic, Sheridan felt each second as though it spanned an hour. On the other hand, her classes had begun well, and even better, she and Michael spent their lunch breaks together, and sometimes went for walks around campus when the open spots in their schedules coincided.

After what felt like about fifteen years, Saturday arrived. Despite being the second weekend of September, the sun shone bright, and the forecast called for eighty degrees and breezy. Perfect outdoor weather. She made sandwiches, pasta salad and brownies and packed them up in a wicker basket, preparing to meet her friends at the river.

Her jalopy belched, groaned and sighed as she pulled it into a parking spot. She smiled to see Michael standing beside his Firebird. Leaving the basket in the car, she walked straight into his arms. At this early hour, the youngsters had not yet arrived, and so the couple had the park to themselves as they enjoyed the coolness of an early autumn morning. He held her for several long minutes under the gently swaying trees. They were still green, but perhaps faintly yellowing as the days grew shorter.

Then Michael’s lips came down on hers in a kiss of intense, powerful emotion. He opened his mouth and swiped her with his tongue.

Sheridan parted her lips and he entered gently, not driving deep, but tentatively touching inside her mouth. She caressed his tongue with hers, feeling desire she could never have expressed with words.