8-Track by L.J.Lahage Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: L.J.Lahage
getting out and kneeling down on the towel. Cupping a handful of the fresh water Sam splashed some on her face, chest and back. Reaching for a broken stick Bill began carving into the brown colored dirt with it. With every step Sam’s small feet left a trail from the water line to Bill’s side, where she sat down.
“Sam, I haven’t had feelings for anyone for a long time, I like you.” Dropping the branch in his hand Bill faced her. Sam put her hand over Bill’s mouth. Their eyes locked, she leaned in to kiss him. Bill’s hand strolled up her back and he pulled her in closer. Tilting her head he kissed her lips, they were full and soft like a plum. His fingers traveled down to her collar bone, onto her firm breasts. Her hard nipples tempting him through the thin fabric of the damp t-shirt. It turned him on and gave him an instant erection.
A booming crack of thunder in the distance startled them both. Canadian Geese flying overhead were cackling at the light drops of rain. Bill could feel the heat coming off her body as it began falling in sideways sheets. “Ah, I think that’s our cue,” Sam said laughing.
“Ya, you think so?” Bill replied getting up, clutching his sneakers and the towels. Together they fled back to the Jeep. Sam wasted no time placing a tape in the player as Bill flipped on the short-arm wipers. “I have the perfect song,” she said with a smile. Ray Manzarek’s electric piano on “Riders on the Storm” was unmistakable.
***
The thunder storm had stopped by the time they got to Bill’s home. Sitting in his driveway he rolled the window down. “Jeez, I’ll never know what it is, but there’s just something about the air after it rains. May sound crazy, but it feels cleaner.” Bill faced Sam. “Ya know what I mean?”
“I do.” Sam moved her goose bump covered arm towards Bill’s. Finding each other’s hands over the circular cup holder, their fingers locked. Bill leaned over and kissed her on the lips. Tucking his head back he held her eyes before speaking.
“Let me give you my phone number. That way you can call me next time, instead of scaring the living bejesus out of me.” Bill removed a blue Bic pen from his ashtray and clicked on the overhead light. “I must have a piece of paper in here,” he uttered. The white dust jacket on an 8-track tape caught his eye, Bill wrote his phone number on the back of it.
“Are you going to be around this week?” Sam asked taking the cartridge from him.
“Yeah, I’ll be working around the house tomorrow. On Thursday I know I’ll be down at the lake house, other than that I should be around.”
“I’ll call you,” Sam said leaning in to kiss him on the cheek.
“That’d be great.” Bill watched her get out, still remembering the feel of her skin under his hands.
Cat and Mouse
Bill was working outside the following morning, beneath overcast skies he labored splitting timber he’d cut down. Hearing his telephone ring Bill buried the logging maul into a stump and rushed inside before the answering machine picked up.
“Hello?”
“Boy, I thought maybe one of those darn bears up there ate you,” Ben said jokingly.
“Hey Dad. No, no bears yet.”
“Any plans today, son?”
“Just working around the house. Why what’s up Dad?” Bill laughed, he already knew where his father was going.
“Feel like driving down and hanging out with your old man?”
“You’re not old, not yet anyway, sure.”
“Great, I’ll see you around noon.” Bill knew it might do him some good to go see his father. He felt bad about leaving suddenly and not telling Sam, but knew she’d understand.
***
A loud knocking on Hubble’s bedroom door woke him from a sound sleep.
“Who is it?” he barked hoarsely.
“Hubble, its Buddy.”
Hubble opened the door a sliver. “Yeah, what is it?” he asked rubbing the crusty sleep from his heavy eyes.
“Morning sunshine, I need a favor. I
“Sam, I haven’t had feelings for anyone for a long time, I like you.” Dropping the branch in his hand Bill faced her. Sam put her hand over Bill’s mouth. Their eyes locked, she leaned in to kiss him. Bill’s hand strolled up her back and he pulled her in closer. Tilting her head he kissed her lips, they were full and soft like a plum. His fingers traveled down to her collar bone, onto her firm breasts. Her hard nipples tempting him through the thin fabric of the damp t-shirt. It turned him on and gave him an instant erection.
A booming crack of thunder in the distance startled them both. Canadian Geese flying overhead were cackling at the light drops of rain. Bill could feel the heat coming off her body as it began falling in sideways sheets. “Ah, I think that’s our cue,” Sam said laughing.
“Ya, you think so?” Bill replied getting up, clutching his sneakers and the towels. Together they fled back to the Jeep. Sam wasted no time placing a tape in the player as Bill flipped on the short-arm wipers. “I have the perfect song,” she said with a smile. Ray Manzarek’s electric piano on “Riders on the Storm” was unmistakable.
***
The thunder storm had stopped by the time they got to Bill’s home. Sitting in his driveway he rolled the window down. “Jeez, I’ll never know what it is, but there’s just something about the air after it rains. May sound crazy, but it feels cleaner.” Bill faced Sam. “Ya know what I mean?”
“I do.” Sam moved her goose bump covered arm towards Bill’s. Finding each other’s hands over the circular cup holder, their fingers locked. Bill leaned over and kissed her on the lips. Tucking his head back he held her eyes before speaking.
“Let me give you my phone number. That way you can call me next time, instead of scaring the living bejesus out of me.” Bill removed a blue Bic pen from his ashtray and clicked on the overhead light. “I must have a piece of paper in here,” he uttered. The white dust jacket on an 8-track tape caught his eye, Bill wrote his phone number on the back of it.
“Are you going to be around this week?” Sam asked taking the cartridge from him.
“Yeah, I’ll be working around the house tomorrow. On Thursday I know I’ll be down at the lake house, other than that I should be around.”
“I’ll call you,” Sam said leaning in to kiss him on the cheek.
“That’d be great.” Bill watched her get out, still remembering the feel of her skin under his hands.
Cat and Mouse
Bill was working outside the following morning, beneath overcast skies he labored splitting timber he’d cut down. Hearing his telephone ring Bill buried the logging maul into a stump and rushed inside before the answering machine picked up.
“Hello?”
“Boy, I thought maybe one of those darn bears up there ate you,” Ben said jokingly.
“Hey Dad. No, no bears yet.”
“Any plans today, son?”
“Just working around the house. Why what’s up Dad?” Bill laughed, he already knew where his father was going.
“Feel like driving down and hanging out with your old man?”
“You’re not old, not yet anyway, sure.”
“Great, I’ll see you around noon.” Bill knew it might do him some good to go see his father. He felt bad about leaving suddenly and not telling Sam, but knew she’d understand.
***
A loud knocking on Hubble’s bedroom door woke him from a sound sleep.
“Who is it?” he barked hoarsely.
“Hubble, its Buddy.”
Hubble opened the door a sliver. “Yeah, what is it?” he asked rubbing the crusty sleep from his heavy eyes.
“Morning sunshine, I need a favor. I