She tries to take her time, but she really cannot wait

Felicity takes a small detour into the bathroom, wanting the usual end of day rush to die down a little before she heads out. As always at this time, it’s full of girls adding a touch of make-up or just gossiping about weekend plans.

She waits until a space becomes free and squeezes between two other girls who are doing their make-up. She pulls her lippy out of her bag, applying a fresh coating, hoping he won’t mind that lippy is the only make-up she has on for now. The bathrooms soon empty out, just a few stragglers remaining, and so finally Felicity feels ready to leave.

Heading out the main gates, she spots his car instantly. She feels a mix of excitement and relief that he is actually there. She walks slowly towards him, not wanting to look like an excited schoolgirl, even if right now she knows that is exactly what she is. As he spots her approaching, he gives her a smile and suddenly she knows how right this is, how much she needs to be with him this weekend. Her pace quickens and as she gets closer, he leans over to open the passenger door for her.

“Hiya” She says, feeling silly at how weak her voice suddenly sounds.

“Hello young lady. And may I say, you are looking very lovely.” Her heart leaps in her chest at his compliment, suddenly all her concerns about being picked up from school vanishing in an instance. “Now, I would of course very much love to kiss you, but maybe we should wait until we aren’t sitting outside your school.”

“Yeah, maybe that’s sensible” she hears herself agreeing, even if inside she is screaming about wanting to be kissed right now. He takes her bags from her, dropping them on the back seats, allowing her to get her seatbelt on even as he is pulling the car away from the kerb. She sits silently, suddenly nervous and shy in his company, wondering now what to say, thankful when he speaks again.

“So how was your week Flis?” It’s a simple question, and she is reminded again of how he somehow managed to prise so much information out of her last weekend when they talked, his simple questions leading her to open up and tell him everything he asked.

“It’s been ok” she begins as she looks out the window, spotting a couple of friends waiting at the bus stop, wondering if they have seen her in this strangers car. “You know, school, boring stuff” she adds, again worried talking about school will bore him.

“Well, I hope the weekend ahead won’t be so boring for you” and as he talks his hand reaches over to her, caressing her bare knee, teasing at the hem of her school skirt. “Is there anything you’d like to do then? I obviously have a few plans for you, but inbetween, we can do anything you want.”

“What do you have planned then?” she asks, eager to know what is ahead for her.