"Abel," she whispered, "Come closer."
She was standing over me, her hair tied up in a ponytail, her skin as fresh as a raindrop, her eyes as bright as summer sunshine. There was a field around us, full of pale daisies and crimson poppies and lavender; all different kinds of wildflower shot up with the golden corn from the grass below us. I was sitting on the grass in a recline, my arms propping me up behind me and my legs spread over the flat corn grass that had been squashed under my weight. As I looked down at my body, I realised my shirt was already off, and all that I wore over my top half was my gold necklace with the tiny cross chain hanging from it. It was the cross chain Mum had bought for me in Abuja from the special shop under the bridge when I was twelve.
The sun was warm, beating down on us as Rosie kicked off her white pumps and grinned at me. I grinned back. She was wearing a light, cotton white dress to keep her cool in the summer sun. It was sleeveless and revealed her bare arms and upper torso around her neck, where a few new freckles had formed. Her body shadowed me from the sun, but its beams shone over the back of her azure hair like a halo. No makeup was on her face, but her natural beauty shone through with the light. She was like a painting. Just looking at her was a wondrous sight to behold.
I did as she told me to. Moving from my position, I swung forward, up on to my knees and much closer to her. She laughed mischievously. Then, as if teasing me, she caressed my cheek with her flower soft hand, and kissed my ear. Goosebumps tickled my skin at her delicate touch. I leaned forward in an attempt to kiss her on the lips, but she backed away, making me wait. She then took the hem of her dress with her hands and pulled it off her body, letting it fall over the long grass and stems around us. She wore nothing but her lace white pants and bra. I picked a daisy from the thousands around us and carefully placed it behind her ear as she finally drew in closer. She laughed again. I laughed. I closed my eyes and she finally kissed me on the lips. She kissed my neck as she unbuttoned my trousers and I savoured her touch. I always wanted her this close to me. It felt safe and yet thrilling and new. I didn't open them until I felt the sun shining over my eyelids and the grass started to disappear beneath my feet.
I woke up.
YOU ARE READING
The Train To Nowhere
RomanceAbel Queboye is a sixteen-year-old boy from Woodshire, a large town encircled by the green forests of England. He's neighbours with Rosabella Winters, a passionate and witty girl with a fiery exterior, whom he's been friends with since birth. The tw...