HER FIRST LOVE

Her First Love (Chapter 4 )

The night air was cool on Christopher's skin. He liked the night air. He would often go for long drives to the ocean or if it was too crowded, he would drive down by the lighthouse on the outskirts of town where hardly anyone ever went except the light keeper and he was as old as Christopher could remember. 

Christopher approached the beach, it was empty except for one lone person way out in the icy water. Without knowing how Christopher knew without a doubt who that lone figure was. It was the girl, Christine, that he had met this morning and fallen in love with.

Fallen in love with, was there really such a thing as fallen in love with someone that you just met? There must be because he was but of all the times and people why this girl, this common, plain girl? Christopher had never been in love before nor had he wanted too but there was just something about this girl that pulled at his heartstrings.

As he watched the girl, he could not help but think about what it would be like to hold her in his arms. To caress her plump breast, and kiss her ruby red lips till they were raw. He wanted so deeply to lie with her and touch her in the very places that she held dear. He wonders if she were still a virgin, oh what he so desperately wanted to do to her. Just to imagine what it would be like to be with her gave him an unexpected erection.

An erection, something he had not felt in a long time. It was hard for him to get his head around the fact that just the thought of this girl could do such a thing to him. He blushed, why was he so embarrassed, it was a perfectly normal thing for a man, especially when he was in love.

He could see Christine as she got out of the water and looked for her clothes. She saw him and hurriedly finished getting dressed. She began to frantically look for her car keys, but to no avail, because Christopher had spotted them when he first arrived at the beach and picked them up. He had stashed them in his pocket in hopes that she would come looking for them, she did of course.

Christine approached with caution. When she saw who the man was that had been gawking at her, she became angry and offensive. What was up with this guy, is he following her? Maybe he is stalking her, in that case, she has to be very cautious around him. What do you want? I am going to call the police on you for stalking me. Have you seen my car keys any were around here I believe that I might have dropped them?

 Christopher felt offended by what Christine accused him of. Stalking her, why in the world would he be stalking her? Never in all his 23 years had he ever been accused of stalking anyone, especially a woman. Why in the world would I be stalking you, lady? I don't even know you that well.and as far as your car keys here they are I found them in the sand when I arrived, you must have dropped them as you got out of your car.

Christine reluctantly took her keys back and walked around to the drivers' side door. She got in and started the car. Christopher put his hand on the door of the car and ran his hand through his hair. So maybe you and I could start over? Maybe we could pretend that we have never met and try to be civil to each other. We could go out on a date, maybe a picnic here on the beach? What do you say, want to give it a try?

Christine was not sure what to say. Was this guy for real?Did he really think that she wanted to go on a date with him? He must be out of his freaking mind. Humm, she said and sped off down the road as fast as she could, leaving Christopher behind, to wish upon wish that she had said yes.

It was not like Christopher to bluntly come right out and ask a girl to go out with him, especially one that just accused him of stalking her. He didn't know what had come over him before he knew it the words were out of his mouth and she was looking at him like she could kill him. Why couldn't she understand that he just wanted to get to know her better start over from their first meeting in the bookstore?

  The bookstore, that gave Christopher a great ideal, a way to get to know her and in a place they both loved. He would send her a note from an admirer asking her to come to the bookstore for a special book reading. He would have candles and a special picnic right there in the store oh, it is going to be beautiful.

Christopher couldn't wait to get back home. There was so much planning that he needed to do. He got in his car and drove toward home. On his way home he stopped at the flower shop and ordered a dozen roses to be sent to Christine's house tomorrow with a little note simply saying from your secret admirer, to be hand delivered precisely at 12 noon. Next, he stopped at the local liquor store and ordered a bottle of champagne to be sent to the bookstore tomorrow evening at six o'clock p.m. He would next need to get a beautiful card and one long stem rose and a box of candy and send them by messenger to Christine's place and most important he must order the most eloquent dinner he could. All this had to be done by tomorrow morning so everything could arrive at the exact place at the exact time for it to work. Oh, his head was spinning he was so excited, excited and nervous at the same time. What if none of this worked out? What if she simply just refused his gifts? What would he do then? The thought had not even crossed his mind that she would not accept his gifts, she must except them she just must or he would just die he thought. With that thought on his mind, Christopher slowly pulled his car into the garage of his home, got out and went inside.