HER FIRST LOVE

Her First Love (Chapter 3)

After Christopher left, Christine decided that to avoid her fathers' questions she would start dinner. She set the table and began chopping the vegetables for the salad, she cooked the meat and boiled the pasta and put the sauce in the meat and drained the noodles and put it all together to make a spaghetti dinner for her and her father.

The two of them ate in silence. You could hear a pin drop it was so silent.Christine decided that she would ask her father to borrow his car to go for a drive. She often went for a long drive to clear her head when she had a lot to think about, maybe she will take a drive down by the ocean. She loved the ocean, especially this time of year, just before the sunset reflecting on the water.

It was times like these, times, when you have found yourself head over, heals in love with someone whom you have just met, that she missed her mother the most. Her mother would know what to do, how to handle being in love with someone. I mean what was she supposed to do? The only thing that she knew about the guy was that his name was Christopher, Christopher B. Rodchester, and he had the most beautiful blue eyes.

Well, off she drove at a speed that was sure to get her a ticket if the cops were around, but she didn't care. She wanted to drive as fast as she could go without wreaking, as fast as she could to try to outrun all her troubles all her worries, she wanted to hide and be free from the reality of what people call life.

Christine loved the night air, the wind blowing through her hair as she raced down the road. Finally, she reached the ocean, the beautiful, blue ocean. She quickly got out of her car and decided that she wanted so much to be in the ocean to touch it to become one with it. Before she knew it she had stripped off her clothes and strolled casually into the water. She let the waters in gulf her. Slowly she went deeper and deeper into the water until her whole body had emerged in the cold refreshing water.

Christine felt like she had been in the water for what seemed like hours.Her body was chilled to the bone. She walked slowly to the shore looking for her clothes. Suddenly she felt as if someone were watching her. It was as if she could feel the longing of eyes on her. The longing to caress her breast, to touch her in places that were unknown to her, the longing to kiss her lips, to whisper in her ear.The longing was so strong that she shivered and suddenly realized that she was not alone.

When Christine realized she wasn't alone she ran frantically looking for her clothes. When she finally found them she dressed in such a hurry that she put her shirt on backward and inside out. Without bothering to fix her clothes she ran as fast as she could for her car. When she finally reached her car she was surprised to find that not only was he standing there smiling at her but he was holding her car keys in his hand as well. It was none other but Mr. blue eyes himself, Christopher B. Rodchester.

What on God's green earth are you doing here and how is it that you just so happen to have my car keys? Christine asked. Are you stalking me? because if you are I will call the police and have you arrested, there is a law against stalking you know?Give me my car keys and kindly move out of my way she said.

Christopher began to laugh. Ha, he said, I am not stalking you. Why would I? I hardly even know you.As for your keys, I found them in the sand, you must have dropped them when you went for a swim. Christopher was in awe of her beauty as she stood there in the sand. The way she held her head and ran her fingers through her hair, the way she looked at him with those little dow eyes. God, he loved this woman. He knew and sware that if it was the last thing that he ever did he would profess his love to her and take her for his own.