Chapter 18
I raised my eyebrows skeptically and gazed into his eyes. "What do you mean?" For only the second time ever, I pushed him off of me. However, there wasn't too much room in the stall, so his back hit the door with a thud. It didn't seem to bother him, though, so I didn't let it bother me. (I don't like to cause him any pain, see. If he was in pain, I would at least pretend to be in pain, too. It usually made him feel a bit better.)
Chuckling softly, Paul shook his head. "Well, it's gonna take eight hours to get to...where we're going." He winked at me. "And I'd like just a little loving before we get there.." Was he drunk or something? Usually he would have been blushing like mad, but right now, he was as confident as can be! Did they even serve alcohol on these planes? I didn't think that they could, but this is the swinging sixties! Anything can happen!
I bit my lip, pondering the whole thing. Would it be so bad just to give him a few little kisses? Absolutely not; he was my husband, after all. But he probably wouldn't want just a few kisses. He'd want the whole clothes-off thing. It wasn't very classy to do it in a bathroom on an airplane, so I most certainly would not! His eyes were boring into my soul, though... How did anyone ever say no to this boy? Or did people always just give him whatever he wanted? I wouldn't do that.
I put my hands on his chest. "You can wait, love," I told him firmly. Paul pouted and crossed his arms over his chest, like a young child might. I laughed out loud at that. "Aw, Paulie, I can make you a deal. I'll give you a few kisses, alright? But we'll keep the rest a surprise. You know, for our honeymoon. You can wait eight hours. Now come here." I grabbed his face and smashed my lips against his.
Paul furiously tried to undone the buttons on my shirt -- I had changed out of my wedding dress -- and I had to keep pulling his hands back to my waist. He spun me around and pushed me against the stall door. A tiny moan escaped from my lips, and I was instantly embarrassed by it. Then, he began kissing down my neck, all the way down to my stomach. I screamed, because it tickled! This only seemed to arouse him more.
Finally, someone knocked on the stall door. "A bit busy!" Paul yelled, continuing to give my neck small love-bites. It felt so good. I jumped, wrapping my legs around his waist. He still had his original erection; I didn't think he would ever calm down! But whoever had knocked the first time continued to knock, the knocks becoming louder every time. It didn't seem to bother Paul, who was in ecstasy right now, but it was irritating me to no end.
Once again, I shoved Paul off of me, and opened the door. An elderly woman was standing there, gazing from me to Paul, to me again, her mouth hanging wide open. Paul folded his hands over his erection, smiling shyly. I wrapped my arm around his waist, trying to give her the impression that we were married, or at least in love. Her eyes were wide, and her entire body was shaking. I glanced over at Paul, gesturing for him to say something to her.
Slowly, Paul mumbled, "Ma'am, we're newlyweds, on our plane to our honeymoon spot. And, um...We're just excited for the honeymoon, so we're starting early." I giggled, and he gave me a kiss on the forehead. "Surely you understand our situation?" We both stared hard at her, wondering if she truely did understand our situation. If she did, could she please give me a single clue? I was sort of confused by this point, because Paul couldn't make up his mind!
The lady shook that off. She reached into her pocket and retrieved a marker and a piece of tablet paper. "Can I have your autograph, Paul?" she asked, smiling sweetly.
After finishing his laughing fit, he grabbed the marker and signed his name largely on the paper. The lady threw her arms around him, and he hugged back, tighter. She began to speak again. "My granddaughter loves you a lot. She'll be happy to have your autograph! Thank you so much, dear boy." She squeezed his chin and marched out of the restroom.
I smirked. "Fans, huh?"
But Paul was already carrying me back to our seats.
