Lost In Emotion: 80's Baby Series 2 Page 2

  We didn't talk for a bit, swinging slowly and looking up at the night sky. It was a clear night, and you could see every star, plain as day.

  I couldn’t believe I was sitting out here with Justin. I had to be dreaming.

  4

  JUSTIN

  It’d been a long time since I just sat outside with a pretty girl. Maybe when I was thirteen? Then it was all about getting them alone and at least making out, having them let me cop a feel, and as I got older, having sex with them.

  It felt good to be with Tiffany, though, not even talking. Her presence calmed me and soothed me. My life was shit, and I had enough chaos between my mom and dad. So it was nice to be with someone easy to be around.

  It didn't hurt that she was a knockout as well. I tried not to be obvious in checking her out. Still, her frosted hair in a high ponytail revealed her neck, and I wanted to kiss it - to plant a big ole hickey right there to see she belonged to me.

  Something told me this girl wasn't a fan of hickies.

  When I saw that asshole hitting on Tiffany, I saw red. Her discomfort was clearly written all over her face, and I couldn't believe it took me threatening to hit him for him to take the hint she wasn't interested. I hated guys like him; they had money and thought everyone owed them everything - that they were better than everyone.

  That was why Jim and I hadn't hung out past junior high. He went to private school and became friends with a whole new crowd. He never looked down on me or treated me differently, but we didn't have much in common anymore. He hung out with the preppy kids, and I was just a lowly grit.

  I didn’t care. It never bothered me before. I didn’t give two shits about what anyone thought about me.

  Until I met Tiffany. Now I worried she wouldn’t think I was good enough for her.

  “So when do you want to go out?” I asked, finally breaking the silence.

  She turned and smiled at me. "Whenever. I mean, I have to check my schedule at Blockbuster first, but I'm pretty free this summer."

  I nodded. “I work most weekends at the roller rink.” I rubbed my neck with the back of my hand. “And I have band practice.”

  "What? Are you in a band? What do you play?" Her eyes were wide, making me grin. I loved talking about music and my band.

  "I play guitar, and we haven't had any gigs yet, but soon I hope. But, to be honest, I hope that band is my ticket out of here."

  Her shoulders dropped. “You want to leave?”

  "Tiffany, I'm going to be real with you. My home life sucks. My mom is a bitch. When she's not sleeping around, she's at home screaming at me. My dad is an alcoholic, and my mom kicked him out years ago. He was verbally abusive. I don't really see him anymore. So there's not much for me here."

  She frowned. “I see.”

  I pulled her against my side and stroked her arm. “Until you. You’re the best thing to happen to me in a long time. Maybe even ever.”

  Tiffany turned her head, and I cupped her face in my hand, drawing her to me for a kiss. It was a small, gentle kiss. I teased her tongue slightly, but I didn't want to scare her. I had no idea how experienced she was.

  She kissed me back willingly but seemed tentative, making me glad I wasn't too aggressive right off the bat. Then, finally, the kiss ended, and she had the biggest smile on her face.

  “That wasn’t your first kiss, was it?” I teased. A hot girl like her had to at least have been kissed by her age.

  "No, it wasn't my first kiss." She rolled her eyes at me, but her lips were upturned into a smile. She paused and looked down at her hands in her lap before looking back at me. "But it was the first kiss that I thoroughly enjoyed. It was amazing."

  I laughed and threw my head back. I rubbed her arm. "Oh, Tiffany, you haven't seen anything yet. That was a tame kiss. I didn't want to scare you."

  This girl was so innocent; it made my dick ache. I wanted to throw her down on the grass and defile her. I wanted to break her, so she was a dirty girl, craving my cock. She would look so fucking hot on her knees in front of me, begging for me to give her my dick.

  "Oh," she replied quietly and paused before talking again. "Maybe you figured this out already, but I'm not very experienced. I've dated a few guys, but nothing serious. I've kissed a few too, but they were never very good kissers. The last one spent more time making out with my chin than my lips." She made a face, and I laughed.

  Damn, I bet she was even a virgin. It had been a very long time since I'd been with a virgin. I shifted slightly in my seat, willing my cock not to hard and scare her away. I wanted her begging for it, but tonight was not the night.

  “I’m sorry you’ve had such a bad experience. I hope that kiss was better.” I reached up and put my hands at the base of her neck, squeezing slightly.

  She nodded vigorously. “That one was already a million times better.”

  “Let’s try again to be sure.” I started to lean in to kiss her again when her best friend Sarah came outside calling for her.

  We were quiet, but Sarah persisted, and then I heard some asshole tell her we were out back on the swing.

  “I’m sorry.”

  "That's okay, babe." I leaned in and kissed her forehead. "I should get home anyway. Stay away from guys named Dick. Give me your number, and I'll call you about that date."

  She rattled it off, and I memorized it before getting up and heading across the yard to my house. I wanted to turn around and save one last time, but I also wanted to play it cool. I saw her best friend sitting by her on the swing when I got inside.

  I ran her number through my head again and grabbed a piece of paper from the kitchen. I wrote it down and shoved it in my jean jacket pocket. I would wait a couple of days, so I didn't seem so eager, but I couldn't wait to get Tiffany alone and out on a date.

  5

  TIFFANY

  Last night still felt like a dream. I started the night totally pissed off at my friend for deserting me and then annoyed at that dude named Dick for harassing me. I even considered hopping in my car and going home without Sarah.

  Then Justin showed up.

  It seemed like a movie - a damsel in distress and her white knight comes to save her. He scared the shit out of Dick, and when he called me his girl, my knees got weak. He was only trying to be friendly and save me. At least that's what I thought until he asked me out and told me he was there to see me.

  I literally died and went to heaven.

  When I didn't think the night could get any better, Justin kissed me. It was amazing. I felt kind of dumb, though. He was probably so experienced and had been with many girls, and I'd barely kissed a couple of guys. I was still a virgin, and I would bet any money he wasn't. My inexperience would probably scare him off.

  Of course, after being missing for half the night, Sarah had to finally appear and scare Justin away. I told her how he scared off that guy, asked me out, and then kissed me. She jumped in and told me that she and Jim had had sex earlier.

  I couldn’t be happier for my friend but also a little jealous. Would I have a summer fling that would allow me to also lose my virginity? Or would I go to college a virgin? Would Justin even want me if he knew I was a virgin?

  I got worried when I didn’t hear from Justin in a couple of days. He had mentioned how busy he was with work and his band, but had he forgotten about me?

  It had been five days, and it was another night working at Blockbuster. We were pretty slow for a Thursday night, and I was dying to get out of there. Sarah wasn't working with me like usual, so it was extra boring.

  Around ten, we heard a car with loud music pull up. I glanced out of the window, and my heart started beating a million miles a minute. It was dark, so I couldn't be positive, but I swore Justin had just pulled up. Shit, that gave me no time to check my hair and makeup, and he'd see me in this ridiculous blue polo shirt and khaki pants.

  The car parked, and Justin got out. As he approached the door, I noticed his signature jean jacket. His hair looked damp like he'd ju
st showered, and he had on a black t-shirt.

  I leaned against the counter, trying to act casual and not like I'd just watched him walk towards the door. It opened with a jingle, and I turned, pretending to be surprised.

  "Hey, Justin!"

  He came over to the counter where I was working. "Hey, pretty lady."

  Okay, that was adorable and made my heart melt.

  "Are you looking for a movie?" I tried to sound normal like I did with any customer. My coworker Andy was watching us.

  "I'm looking for you, actually. I saw Sarah at Jim's and asked where you were. She said you were working, so here I am." He gave me that crooked smile I loved so much, and I couldn't help but grin back. "Are you done here soon?"

  “Not until midnight.”

  “Bummer.” He flashed Andy a smile. “Hey, could I steal Tiffany from here early? You guys don’t seem very busy.”

  I couldn't believe Justin was being so bold as to ask if I could get off work early. Who was this guy?

  “If she wants.” He shrugged and went back to checking returned movies. “We aren’t that busy anyway. I can close up.”

  “Are you sure?” I would owe him big time.

  “Yeah, it’s fine.”

  "Thank you!" I turned to Justin. "Let me get my purse, and I'll meet you outside?"

  “Sure thing, babe.” He winked at me and walked out the door while I watched him. Damn, he was hot.

  I flew out from behind the counter and into the break room. I punched out and grabbed my purse. “Thanks again, Andy!” I called out as I flew out the door by Justin.

  When I got outside, Justin grabbed my arm and pulled me to the building, which was darker. He put his hands on my face and gently kissed me. "That's better. I've been thinking about kissing you since that night."

  "Really?" I couldn't believe this experienced hot man thought about me in any capacity, but less about kissing me.

  "Really." He took my hand. "Do you want to go home and change? Or leave your car here, and we get something to eat?"

  I paused. "I don't really want to go home. For once, my parents are home, and I don't need a lot of questions. I also don't think you want to meet them yet." I shivered at the thought of him having to meet my parents already.

  "That's fine. Let's get in my car, and we can go to the diner around the corner. Does that sound okay?"

  "That sounds perfect." He led me to his car and opened the passenger door for me. I looked up, and he smiled down at me as he closed it. Then, he came around to the driver's side and hopped in. He leaned over and kissed my lips again before turning the key.

  As soon as he turned the car on, music blared. He never turned it down, so we drove the two minutes to the diner in silence. He had the windows rolled down since it was a beautiful summer night. I leaned my head back against the seat. This night couldn't be any more perfect, riding in the car with the man I had a massive crush on.

  6

  JUSTIN

  My impromptu date with Tiffany at the diner was perfect.

  Life got hectic after the night on the swing, and I never had a chance to call her. I didn't get home until late, and I had no idea how late her parents liked getting phone calls. I didn't want to start off on the wrong foot with them.

  My original plan for the evening was to go find the guys and hang out and have a few beers. Then I saw Sarah outside with Jim and headed over to talk to them. I didn't have to ask too many questions before Sarah offered up that Tiffany was at work at Blockbuster that night. So I thanked her and headed that way.

  It was bold of me to just show up to her work and ask her to leave early, but that's the kind of guy I was. I didn't believe in beating around the bush. The worst that could have happened was that she would say no, although I didn't think that would be the case.

  When we got to the diner, we got a booth in the far back corner. There weren't many people there, so we had our choice. I ordered a soda and a burger. Sarah ordered a shake, a cheeseburger with fries, and a piece of pie. She wasn't afraid to eat in front of me, and I loved that.

  We talked about school and growing up. I learned mom was a lawyer and her dad was a doctor. They weren't around much and weren't very involved in her life. She was also an only child, and being at home alone left her pretty lonely, so she spent a lot of time over at Sarah's house.

  I told her about my verbally abusive dad and how my mom kicked him out when I was five. I told her I had an older brother and older sister that were quite a bit older than me and were long gone not soon after I was born. My dad liked to constantly tell me I was a mistake. My mom wasn’t that mean, but there were times I got the impression she wished I hadn’t been born.

  The whole time I talked about my family, she never seemed to pity me like some people did when I told them about my asshole dad. Instead, she looked concerned by how her eyebrows furrowed, but she didn't feed me a bunch of bullshit either.

  We talked more about my job, but she was most interested in my band. So I invited her to come to practice some time. She lit right up. It would be no big deal as a few guys always had their girlfriends hanging around.

  At midnight we headed back to Blockbuster to get her car. I let her off near it and parked. Before she could open the door, I stopped her, pushing it shut. She turned around, and I almost attacked her with my kiss. Instead, I pressed my body against hers, pinning her to the car. She was so tiny and fragile that she fit perfectly against me. I buried my hands in her hair as we kissed, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, playing with the hair there.

  I finally tore my lips away from hers. I caressed her cheek with my thumb.

  “Wow,” she muttered. “That was some kiss.”

  I smiled and kissed her forehead. “It was. I hate that you have to go home. I want to take you down by the river in my car and make out with you until the sun comes up.”

  She made a sound deep in her throat as she nodded. “I’d love that.”

  “Soon,” I promised her and opened the car door for her. I waited while she climbed inside and leaned down for one more kiss before closing the door for her. I waited while she started the car, watching her drive off.

  Tonight was a simple date, but it was the best date I’d ever been on. I think it was the only date I’d been on that didn’t involve making out or alcohol.

  I couldn’t wait to see her again.

  Tiffany and I were pretty inseparable after that night. I would often pick her up from Blockbuster, and we'd get something to eat and then go down to the river to make out in my car. We even did a few double dates with Sarah and Jim.

  I almost felt normal.

  We decided to stop at her house after dinner. She said her parents were gone at some party. Tiffany and I grew up very differently, but I never felt like she was ashamed of me. I knew what it was like to have parents you didn’t really like, so I figured that’s why she kept me away from them.

  Until I saw her house.

  She gave me directions on how to get there, and the further we got, the bigger the houses got. Eventually, she had me turn into the long driveway of a huge two-story brick house with a two-car garage.

  “Shit,” she muttered. “They’re here.”

  "It's okay. I can meet them." I parked the car and took the hand I held, bringing it to my mouth for a kiss. "I should probably meet them soon anyway. Especially since I don't plan on going anywhere." I winked at her, and she smiled.

  “Okay. As long as you’re okay with meeting them. I don’t want to make you.”

  “It’s fine. Can’t be any worse than my parents.” I got out of the car and went over to take Tiffany’s hand.

  We walked up towards the house, and she went in through the garage. I think you could have fit three or four of my houses inside this one. Why did three people need so much room?

  We entered the house through the garage. There wasn't anyone around, and it was very quiet.

  "They must be upstairs. Wait here, and I'll be right back. I'm going to
change. Maybe they won't even come down." She kissed my cheek and dashed off.

  I stood awkwardly, looking around the kitchen. It was huge, with the most enormous refrigerator I'd ever seen, and there were even two ovens. It was spotless, without anything lying around or out of place. A lot different from my house.

  Once in a while, I would question why Tiffany was with a guy like me. I usually pushed those thoughts aside, but seeing her house made it hard to forget how different we were.

  7

  TIFFANY

  I almost ran to my room, and I'd never changed so fast. I didn't want my parents to meet Justin. I knew they would have to eventually since I was in love with him and hoped he was in my life for a long time, but I wasn't mentally prepared for it tonight.

  I loved him and didn't give a shit about his family or his education or career path. I only knew that he made me feel amazing and treated me like a queen. But unfortunately, my parents were very judgmental.

  When my mom liked to pretend she was a good mom and actually pay attention to me, she would try to set me up with the sons of her friends at the country club. I always managed to get out of it, but she had a particular kind of man she wanted me with, and Justin wasn't it.

  I slipped on my jeans and grabbed a jean jacket before heading back out of my bedroom door. I didn't hear anything, so they probably didn't find Justin downstairs. I bounced down the stairs and smiled when I saw him standing there in the dim lighting of the kitchen. I wanted to kiss him, but we had to get out of there ASAP.

  “Let’s go.” I grabbed his hand and almost dragged him out of the house.

  We got into his car, and I must have been holding my breath because when he pulled out of the driveway and onto the street, I let out a sigh.

  We were headed to a party at one of his bandmate's houses. He was quiet the whole ride. He held my hand like always, but he didn't say anything. When we got there and parked the car, I stopped him before getting out.