Even at an independent age of 19, she still acted like a 5-year-old. She pulled a ribbon from the pocket of her khaki shorts and tied back her strawberry blonde hair. She hated when people said she was blonde. It wasn’t blonde, it was strawberry blonde. Just another thing she hated, like her name. Amber Elizabeth Thims. Who names their child that? Who has a name like that! The ends of her hair tickled her back gently and brought her back to her state of normal. With a slim hand she brushed back a stray hair from her hazel eyes. She looked around. She was glad to finally be at Anna Maria Island. She sighed so glad for the freedom of finally being by herself, legally.
She jogged up the beach to her Mitsubishi. Opening the Eclipse’s door she climbed in, the sand covering the mats. She started the car and slipped it into reverse. She backed up and hit it quickly into drive. She turned to Gulf Drive and then the Seaside Gardens, a condo grouping on a canal. Slipping near the back, she turned into the undercover of Condo # 26. She stepped out and unlocked the door. She slipped her shoes off and brushed the sand off on the doormat. She walked into her room and slipped off her shorts, putting a long T-shirt on to cover her swimsuit and grabbing some jeans. The jeans hugged her legs and hips to perfection. She glanced in the mirror. Her 5 foot 4 inch frame looked back at her. All 105 pounds were perfectly proportioned. She grabbed the newspaper and went out on the back lanai. Where there was a short dock with her small 16-foot boat tied to it. It tapped against the buoy, which prevented it from hitting the barnacle and “fur” covered posts. A glance at the murky water filled with oil and gas from boats, make her curious of what was below the surface. Fish? Turtles? Sharks? Some flesh eating item, she was sure.
Then again with her curse, she was not sure it would be such a bad idea to be eaten alive. Goodness, her bad luck seemed to have no end. Ever since she had been interested in guys, the boy would move away, or she’d always be a bit too late to letting him know of it. Oh well, she was a pure, innocent, and sweet young woman. She was only 19. What did she need a male in her life for? She didn’t. She was very independent.
Amber wanted to go into politics. She wanted to help people, to change their lives for the better. Maybe one day she could be president and she’d promote the further progression of humanity.
She pulled out a gallon of blue paled water and watered the jade plants and the red and white wax begonias. The flagpole whipped in the evening wind. Amber lowered the flag and folded it up. She carried it inside and set it on a table in the living room. She walked back out and read the newspaper from cover to cover. She was beginning to get tired, but it was so early, and exhaustion was a better point to work toward. She thought that maybe she could find a good party on the beach. Talk about disregarding rules. The signs everywhere clearly stated no dogs, loud noises, or alcohol, allowed on the beach. She changed the long T-shirt to a midriff and kept the jeans on over her two piece.
She walked under one of the tents. An all our beach bash was proceeding in the darkness. Passing the mega bassed stereo system, she grabbed a can of Bud Light. Yes, she was a good girl, but couldn’t resist the fun of doing this. She was only a couple years away from drinking legally anyway. She doubted it would really show up in a political campaign. She finished half, and sick of the taste, she dropped it in a trashbag under the same tent. Maybe, since it was night, it would be good to have a quick swim in the dark, glassy water. She stripped her jeans and midriff and the sandals she wore and waded about waist deep in the water.
She felt the water of the waves rush past her bared stomach and soak the top of her bikini. She’d stood there only a minute when she felt something warm wrap around her lower leg. She gasped and jumped. The warmth grasped her wrist. She screamed jumping backwards with a slight kick. Something came up a good 2 feet above the water and a hand covered her mouth. He whispered to her "shhh".
Her eyes were wild with fear as she quieted. The warmth traveled around her waist, as the man she saw in front of her, pulled her close. He moves his lips close to hers. She responded kissing him back only for a split second before realizing she’d never heard his name, voice, Hell, she didn’t know this man at all! She tried to push away but he held her close. She shoved harder on his shoulders. He moved away enough for her to breathe. She looked directly into the face of an incredibly sweet man.
"What’s wrong, darlin’?" He questioned. She looked at him oddly as if he was insane.
"First of all, I’m not your darlin’. I’m a sweetie, hun, dear, but I’m NOT a darlin’. Second, what in the hell do you mean, what’s wrong?! You grab my ankle and my wrist and wrap your arm around me and you as ME what’s wrong! Who are you? In addition, step back when you speak, I don’t even know you and you are this close!"
"What’s your name?" He calmly asked.
She sighed as she spoke, "Amber." He nodded.
"Pleasure, Amber. I am Joseph Tomas Finnegan."
"Pleasure as well, Joe. Get away." She spoke in a sarcastic and demanding manner.
He took a step back, Through clenched teeth she mumbled, "And get your hands off me". He smirked, complying with her wishes. She stepped back as well. They stood a good two feet away from each other.
"I’m sorry about that. Obviously you aren’t like that."
"Like what?" She practically yelled.
"You play hard to get..." he started but she interrupted him.
"I don’t play anything you self centered bastard! Anything I act, is what I am." She walked out of the wave pounding water.
He followed close behind her and stood as she slipped on the jeans and midriff. She gave him a cold glance. "What?!"
"You're beautiful" he said softly. She was glad for the dark to hide her burning cheeks. Yet somehow her voice remained calm.
"Whatever, Joe" she mumbled and turned to leave. He walked quickly to her and grabbed her wrist. "What?" She turned around annoyed.
"Let me walk you home at least, Amber." He said taking her arm and starting to walk before she could agree or not.
"Joe, I don’t really think...I mean...what I’m saying... It’s not proper," She stumbled out.
"I think we screwed proper when I met you by feeling you up," he said, grinning.
"So what now?"
He cautiously pulled her closer to him. Damn he’d have to admit he was petrified of his woman. He know she had a longing. A power so demanding it would overrule her thoughts. In his world he frequented it by one word. Passion.
She brought her arms around his neck instinctively. He pulled closer around her slim waist. She looked up with such longing in her eyes that Joe thought for sure he’d break into a wild and madly passionate night before he could calm himself. It took all the effort he had to slowly bring his lips to her slightly parted ones. He kissed her gently and when she responded he couldn’t help slip his tongue between her lips. She gasped surprise slightly. He wasn’t sure whether she tried to pull away, and she didn’t know whether he tried to duck out.
They kissed in each other’s arms for more than 10 minutes before the beach party was broken up and cars were starting to leave. They hadn’t made it too far off the beach when their make out session had begun and most of the cars passed them.
A man who had a 15-year-old blonde girl practically wrapped around him, yelled to Joe, "Get a room, Finnegan!" Joe broke away from Amber almost instantly. Amber stood dazed for a moment. She touched her swollen lips. He put an arm around her waist. They started to walk. It was more of him walking but because she was so close, she had to walk as well.
After a minute she regained her mental composure and started to lead the way home. Her first move was to take his arm away from her waist.
She walked up to her porch with him at her heels. "You can’t fool me. You may seem to steady and strong but what you showed me... was amazing." The next thing he knew, the door was being slammed in his face. He managed to slip his foot in before the crushing pressure took hold. He swallowed the pain and pushed the door open.
"Amber, Please. I really like you. Please. Let me show you passion," he said softly. The door clicked shut behind him and as he spun he saw her closing it. He smiled.
He pinned her quickly to the door and kissed her just like he’s dreamed of. By the kiss's end, the buttons that held her midriff on were undone by him. She didn’t mind. A fire raged in her innocent eyes. A passion.
One Year Later-
"I’m scared, Joe" Amber mumbled as they stood at the altar.
"Shush, darling." He said with a smile.
"How’d you do it?" She questioned as she half listened to the priest give the lengthy speech.
"Sweet talked you. Then promised. Then..." his words trailed off as he expected her to finish, as she did.
"Then lust, THEN passion" they laughed slightly as they began to speak their vows.
As they walked down the aisle again, the song filled the air. ~~If I worked for anything I’d lust it. But for the girl I love, there is only passions.~~
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