Pickup.

You pull up to the address that your father gave you at precisely five to seven. Doe is waiting in front of the door dressed in a pair of white slacks, and a button down red shirt that accentuated one of the benefits of motherhood. Slung over her arm was a light black jacket. Her hair was free and frames her face beautifully. Rounding it out are a pair of sensible black heels that add three inches to her 5’7” height.

She sees you and gives you a wide smile, the type you know does all the way to her eyes. She walks over to your car, and gets in. After slamming the door closed she leans in and kisses you on the cheek, “So, John where are we going?”

“Figured Italian for starters, then catch a movie, then it’s Karaoke night at my dad’s pub. Maybe shoot over there. Do you have work tomorrow?”

“No, and I worked it so I’m not on call for anything less than a tornado.”

“Good. I don’t plan on bringing you home until the sun starts rising.”

“Oh? Well, then…maybe we can watch it rise?” She asks, taking hold of your hand, and staring into your eyes.

“That would cap the evening, wouldn’t it?” You squeeze her hand as you say this, then let go to put the car in gear.

You drive slowly towards the restaurant, relishing the feeling of closeness you have with Doe. For her part she never takes her eyes off of you. She sits in the seat at an angle to look at you. You relish in the feeling of her staring at you. The look in her eyes as she stares is full of, well, love is the best way of describing it.

Twenty minutes later you find a parking spot two blocks from the restaurant. Getting out of the car you jog around to open her door. She grins as you do this, and offers her hand to you. You take it and help her out of the car, then stand there with the door open. Her hand in yours. Both of you breathing a little erratically. Her face is flushed, and your pants tightens considerably.

She grins, then quietly she say, “I…I have half a mind to just say skip all this and just go back to my place…” then her eyes twinkle, “But I’m really hungry and…” She stops as you lightly kiss her on her lips.

“Then, let’s go eat.”

She nods, “But first…” She leans in again for another kiss. You accept it gladly and are momentarily shocked to feel her mouth open with the kiss and her tongue lick your lips. Your toes tingle as you accept her into your mouth, your own tongue invading hers. Her free arm comes up and starts running through your hair. You bring your own arm around to rub her back. You avoid her ass as you are in public. Finally after the most amazing kiss you ever recall you break apart breathng heavily, her breasts mashed into you chest. You continue to stare at each other.

After two, maybe three seconds of that you are able to speak, and the first words out of your mouth is, “Holy shit, Doe. That was amazing.”

Doe just nods, breathlessly. Her eyes were watery. You bring your hand up and wipe a tear away, “What’s wrong?”

“I feel like I’m dreaming. And I don’t ever want to wake up. I…” her voice catches.

“Well, we can’t have you crying at the beginning of the night, baby.”

“I love you, John.” She blurts out, then inhales sharply. She looks away, “I always have…”

“You do?” You ask. She nods, still not meeting your eyes, though not pulling away from you either. You smile, and bring your hand down to her chin and lift her face. When she finally meets your eyes, “Then that’s another thing we have in common.”

Her lips curl into a smirk, “You love yourself too?” she asks, playfully.

“Nooooo…” You say, stretching the world like a rubber band. “I mean, I’ve always loved you as well. Come, we can talk while we’re eating.”

She squeezes your hand, and steps away from the car allowing you to finally close the door. Hand in hand you walk towards the restaurant. You feel lighter, and happier than you have ever felt. As though an enormous weight had been lifted from you soul. You can tell that this may soon be the greatest night of your life.