The Creative Mind of a Twenty Year Old Child

A Nude Lip

Velvet choker tightened around her neck, fresh nude nails shone in the light protruding from the desk lamp. She turned her head to glance at the door as it creaked open.

"Amber?"

Amber's soft curled hair bounced as she stood.

"Is he here?"

"Waiting down stairs."

Her mother's warm smile encouraged Amber as she floated across the gray carpet. Her emerald gown twirled around her knees, her fishnets rubbing together.

"You look gorgeous, sweety."

As her mother placed her hands gently on her bare shoulders, a tear threatened to escape the captivity of her gray eyes.

"Oh, mom. Don't cry."

She gave her mom a quick hug and stepped back.

"You better get going, he's waiting!"

"Right."

Amber smiled past her painted lips and moved past her mom through the doorway and down the stairs to the family living room. He was waiting in a dark-as-night black suit, his back turned to her, talking it up about the weather of the night with her father.

"Hi, Mark."

Mark turned around and all but had to push his jaw back up with his hand. A large, goofy lopsided smile spread across his handsome face.

"Wow, Amber, you look amazing."

"Oh, don't act so surprised. Are you ready?"

"Of course."

He turned back to her father.

"I'll have her home by ten. Good seeing you again, Mr. Sire."

"Good seeing you too, Mark."

Mark took Amber by the hand and led her out the house. Once outside in the cool october air, Mark swept her off her feet. Nearly removing her nude gloss, he kissed her deep.

"You are so beautiful."

The twinkling in his eye made Amber chuckle.

"Thank you, babe. You look amazing yourself. This tie-"

She held the tie in her small hand, pulled it to lay against her chest.

"Matches my dress perfectly."

She took his hand again and they walked to Mark's brilliant blue jeep. He opened the passenger door and helped Amber lift into the car.

"Watch out- wouldn't want your panties showing."

"Oh, don't be a perv Mark."

He winked at her and ran around to the other side and got in himself.

"How do you walk in those, Amber?"

He motioned to the tall, black, strappy shoes she had tied around her feet.

"It's easy when you don't have Bigfoot genes, like you."

They sneered at each other, before both letting out little laughs. They stared into each others eyes a moment. Before they blinked twice they had leaned into each other and kissed. Marks hand went up around Ambers ear and she reached out the hold his knee for support. Their lips entangled, they sat there a minute before pulling away again.

"You have a little-"

Amber reached out and used her thumb to rub off the gloss that transferred onto him.

"You too."

He carefully traced around her mouth in efforts to clean up the mess he made.

"Alright. Shall we...?"

"Lets go!"

Amber pounded her fist in the air, almost hitting the roof of the car.

"Woo!"

Mark started up the car and loud music began to buss out the speakers.

"Homecoming- here we come!"