Sweet Texan Melody (Completed.)

Coca-Cola Bottle and Hotels

August 15, 1968.
Friday Afternoon

The minutes seemed hours as Mike drove. I thought the trip would be quicker, but here he was, still driving as the rain poured. Oregon had the saddest weather. Michael parked in front of a store and he got out without saying anything, and I followed behind as the rain hugged me.

He walked in the store and walked to the area of snacks; cookies, chips, and soda. I smiled a bit as he looked at the different flavors of soda; he was so concentrated as he furrowed his eyebrows. I knew he wouldn't really noticed I a slipped away for awhile so I quietly walked away to another section. I remembered I had about five dollars in my coat so I decided to buy something on my own.

I looked at all the different lip balm flavors. Cherry, strawberry, blueberry, raspberry, etc. I thought it was wonderful, but I could only pick one. I knew I'd want to buy something else later on. I picked up the strawberry one and I looked around to make sure nobody was looking at me. I then applied a coat of the lip balm on my lips. Not only it was strawberry flavored, but it also had a bit of color and that was two in one — perfect.

Michael walked by the section and then took a few steps back, turning his body to me as he crossed his arms. "You almost gave me a heart attack." He said, placing his hand on his heart. "If you get lost — your father will kill me."

I laughed as I looked at my lips on the small mirror before glancing over at him. "Now that's true. But I'm here, don't worry."

"What are you doin'?" He asked, taking a look at all the lip balms. "Wow, those are a lot of flavors."

"I know! It's crazy."

"What flavor is that one?"

I looked over at him and tiptoed to kiss him. "Does that answer your question?" I said, taking a step back.

He licked his lips, "Strawberry?"

I smiled and shyly looked down before taking a cherry-flavored one. My favorite. Yes, why not buy two? I took his hand and walked to the soda section again. "I want a coca-cola." I sang softly as my eyes gazed around the world of sodas. I finally found the coca-cola section, but it was too high. Why didn't I bring my heels?

"Michael..?" I said quietly.

He seemed distracted by something so I tried to look at where he was staring. Then I saw a women bending down, picking up the pennies she'd dropped in front of the cashier. I rolled my eyes before jumping and reaching the glass bottle myself. Men will be men.

I cleared my throat, "Johnny asked me to marry him." I said, innocently wrapping my finger around my curls as I looked at the much taller man.

He looked at me and rose a brow, "What?"

"You heard."

"What — what did you tell him?"

I carelessly shrugged before walking out of the isle and to the cashier. The woman who was the attention of all man in the store walked out of the place, her hips swaying from one way to another. I rolled my eyes I set the lip balms, coca-cola bottle, and lollipops on the counter.

August 15, 1968
Friday Night

Mike was still driving and I wasn't tired yet. I had a lot going on in my mind, and my thoughts were too loud, it'd be impossible to actually fall asleep. It had stopped raining so I rolled down the window and looked outside. The sky had stars scattered across its darkness and I let out a sigh. Mike drove for a couple more minutes before parking in front of a hotel.

It wasn't any fancy hotel like the ones you see on television or anything like that. It's was quite small and had a big sign in red neon letter reading, "Eugene Hotel." It was the kind of hotel you'd see on a psychedelic movie or something — the kind of hotel were people come to when they feel like cheating on their wife's. The one where it's just for a one-night-stand kind of hotel. It smelled like cigarettes as I stepped out of the car, following Michael behind. He walked inside the place and asked for a room as I stood behind him, looking around.

The walls were white and had a few scratches. I knew Mike could afford a better place, something more secluded and maybe fancy. But for some reason it was here where he wanted to stay, so I just rolled with the flow. A younger man gave Michael the keys to the room and said, "Do you want a separate room for your daughter?" I tried to hold my laugh in as he said that. He was much older than me...

Michael was quite surprised by the comment but shook his head, "She'll be fine with me." He said, in a protective tone as the younger guy took his time to look and admire my face and body. Michael took the keys and stormed outside, where I followed him behind again. I walked back to the car and took out the half full bottle of coca-cola, and I drank while grabbing my suitcase and following him again.

He glanced over at me and then looked away careless about everything. I smirked at this; He was clearly jealous, of what? I knew it might have been that younger man. I wasn't sure what would happen tonight, but I could feel that Mike was up to now good. Specially as we walked down the hall, hearing people moan inside their bedroom, some scratching the walls. I decided not to make any ideas, maybe he was here to see someone else.

He opened the door to the room and to my surprise, it was a rather nice bedroom. I thought it'd be dirty or empty, but it was rather clean and had everything; kitchen table, couches, a bed, night stands, etc.  I sat on the bed and looked outside the window. I could see the cars driving by and some people walking by as well. I thought about those people and the exciting things that they could be doing at night; fireworks, bonfire, storytelling, etc.

I opened my suitcase and took out a pair of shorts and a tank top. Michael seemed to catch my drift, somehow reading my mind to what I was going to do. He took a seat on the small couch that was in front of the bed where I was sitting. He slouched a bit as his legs were opened, his hair was rather messy from the wind, but he was still perfect. He looked fine with black wester button-up shirts. I stood up gently and began to unbutton my shirt.

One button...two buttons...three buttons...four

His brown eyes were completely focused on me, and that's what I was striving for. I slid off the shirt, letting it fall on the floor. I had no shirt under so my white bra was the only things covering my breast. I looked at Michael and gave him a smirk as I picked up the tank top and put it on. I them sat on the bed and took off my skirt very slowly, using my leg to make it fall on the floor along with the shirt. I ran my hands through my thighs, slowly taking off the black tights as I tried to ignore his stare. One tight fell off and then the other, and then I stood up and slipped in my shorts, slowly zipping them up and buttoning them.

Michael stood up and slowly made his way to where I was. He wrapped his arms around my waist, one of his hands sliding slowly under my shirt, caressing my bare skin with his calloused guitarist fingers. I felt chills run down my spine as I felt his touch. He looked down at me and I looked up at him, and I know we both wanted the same thing. I wanted to taste him once more.

He got closer and then we kissed, but this time it was different. It wasn't sweet and gentle, it was a kiss that asked for more. I ran my hands through his hair as our tongues met, tasting cherry, coca-cola, and cigarettes. He pressed his body against mine; I could feel him against me. The sinful touch could drive any girl crazy. I didn't want to go far, but a bit of fooling around wouldn't hurt anybody, so slowly pulled him on top of me as I laid down on the bed.