Drive: Part 3

Olly looked at her and smiled a boyish smile of delight. He was so sexy right now, and so likable. She felt it again--the falling. She tried to think back on previous relationships, and she couldn't remember ever feeling this way before. She didn't want this night to end, yet she couldn't wait for their next day together to start. She was in over her head and she didn't care."Well, now that we don't have a curfew, what would you like to do next?" he asked her."Do you dance?" she asked him, sitting up and looking down at him coyly as he lay on the blanket.He propped himself up on his elbows, and asked what she had in mind. She hopped up eagerly, and sprinted to her truck. Olly turned around to watch as she leaned into the truck and turned the key. He smiled and rolled over to stand up, eager to sway in the sand with his new partner.
Audrey flipped on the radio, and turned up the volume. She skipped back down to Olly who was already on his feet, and fell into his arms.
"I've never danced on a beach under the stars!" she said, as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "Neither have I. I guess it's a night of firsts." He leaned in and kissed her gently on the neck as they began to swing to the music.
They both laughed and smiled as they danced. What an exciting and unusual evening this had turned out to be for both.
Olly spun Audrey around, dipped her, twirled her. He made her feel like a princess. She had danced before, but never like this. It was thrilling. She couldn't believe she was here, in this moment with this unexpected man.
They danced for what felt like hours. Sometimes speaking, sometimes not. Always comfortable-no awkward silences between the two.
After sitting and talking for a bit, they decided it was time to head to the comfort of Olly's rustic farmhouse. On the way there, Audrey set her hand on Olly's knee as if she had done it a thousand times before.
When they pulled up to the house, the porch light illuminated the lower half of the house. It looked so warm and inviting, Audrey had no fear about staying the night here. Olly unlocked the door and inside they went.
He took her by the hand and showed her where everything was downstairs, then he took her to the second floor.
He opened a door and switched on the light "This was my room, growing up." he said. "It's the guest room now, so you are welcome to it." He didn't want to presume that she would stay with him tonight, and found himself hoping she felt the same. He didn't want to rush things with her.
Audrey stepped in and set her bag down. She looked the room over. It had touches of Olly all over. Some pictures pinned to a cork board of a younger version of him, ribbons and trophies, books. Maybe she would learn more about this mystery man staying in his room tonight.
She turned to him and said "This is perfect." as she set her bag down. "Show me the rest."
Olly led her down across the hall, he showed her where the bath was located, then he took her around the corner of the hall and opened another door. "This, is my room." he said as he flipped the light switch.
Audrey was particularly interested in this room. She wondered what it looked like, what surprises it held. It was a beautiful room. A large poster bed on one wall, beautiful antique oak dressers to match, warm earthy tones in the bedspread and curtains. Hardwood floors with a thick soft rug. A fireplace on one wall for cold nights, and an expansive closet on another. Olly had his own bathroom connected to this room, with a large soaking tub and separate shower stall. Vanity with two sinks, but only one appeared to ever be used. The unused sink at the end looked lonely with no products surrounding it, no water spots on the faucet. "Did you do the remodeling to this house?" Audrey asked, curious as to the mystery of the barren sink."I did, about 6 years ago after my folks died and I took the house over." Olly replied. Audrey detected a small sadness in his voice, but also a strength and maybe a little bit of pride. "Oh, I'm sorry Olly..I didn't mean..." Audrey started, but didn't know quite how to finish."It's alright. It's part of my history, and it doesn't bother me." he said, trying to put her at ease. She smiled at him, and walked back into the bedroom. Everything was in it's place, not a single sock laying on the floor. Still, he was a mystery. She wondered why a handsome, romantic, clean, seemingly educated gentlemen such as Olly was otherwise unspoken for. She did what women do-she asked him. Audrey sat on the edge of his bed as Olly leaned on the wall watching her. "So, Olly, why is it that you are still single? Is there some dark secret about you that I should know?" she smiled a devious smile, hoping there was no secret and that he wouldn't say he was actually married. God no, she hoped-please no."No, no secret." he started, half smiling, but looking at the floor as if unsure of how to say whatever it was he was wanted to say. "I just...I guess I really haven't been looking." he said, half surprising himself. "It's not really something I've thought about I guess."She smiled. Single, thank god! Audrey stood up. "Do you maybe have some PJs I could borrow for the night?" she asked. She usually slept naked, but she was not in her own home.Olly smiled, and pushed away from the wall. He went to a dresser and opened a drawer. Audrey peeked in at the open drawer and saw 3 stacks of neatly folded clothes. "Boxers and a tshirt okay? That's about all I've got that isn't jeans.." Olly said as he pulled a pair of blue boxer shorts and a white tee out of the stacks. "Perfect." Audrey said, taking the clothes. She walked into his bathroom, and nudged the door half closed. Olly wasn't sure if she did this consciously or not. He tried not to look, but couldn't resist. Through the half open door, he could make out her back, once he sat down on the bed. "I bet this tub comes in handy after a long work week" Audrey said.Olly couldn't take his eyes off of her. He had barely registered what she had said. He managed to utter a faint "Yah, it's really nice..." as he watched her unzip the white cotton dress she was wearing. He didn't see a bra under the dress as the zipper plummeted south. She tugged at the dress near her hips and wiggled out of it, letting it fall to the floor. Olly saw that she had on pale yellow panties. They looked fantastic on her tanned body. Olly noticed how perfectly she was proportioned, not too skinny, her flesh looked soft yet toned. "So what do you have planned for us for the rest of the night Olly?" she asked.He didn't say what he really wanted. He wrestled with himself on this. He did want her, oh so bad, at this very moment. But he genuinely liked her, and that didn't happen often for Olly. Heck, she was the first woman he had ever brought into his home. He didn't take his eyes off of her as he replied, watching her slip off the yellow panties. They fell onto the floor with her dress as she scooped up the boxers off the vanity."Do you like movies? We could watch a movie. Or we could just sit up and talk...Or whatever else you want to do." he said. He didn't think he'd be able to speak again until she put more clothes on. She was completely naked in his bathroom. Woman. Naked. In his bathroom. Beautiful woman.
As she bent down and slightly to the side to step into Olly's lucky, lucky boxers Olly caught a glimpse of her bare breast. He instantly looked away, feeling guilty for having admired her for so long. He stood up from the bed and went to the window. That perfect breast.
This was a lot of excitement for him. He felt as if by seeing her naked flesh, he had endangered any and all chance he had with her. He was becoming irrational. He laughed at himself. He hoped she hadn't seen him and hadn't been suspicious of his sudden move to the window. He called to her "You've got to come see the moon, it's huge tonight..." to try and call attention to something other then his mischievousness.
Audrey was pulling Olly's shirt on as he called her to the window. Without even realizing it, she turned and walked out the door before she had the shirt all the way on. Luckily Olly was turned towards the window. What had gotten into her? Was she really that comfortable here that she would do a thing like that without giving it a second thought?
As she walked toward him, pulling her hair out from under the collar of the shirt, Olly turned to look at her. He had never seen a woman wearing his clothes before. It struck him as odd in a kind of fantastic way, that a woman would want to wear his clothing. She looked absolutely adorable to him in his blue boxers and white t shirt. She looked like the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
This must have been written on Olly's face, because Audrey smiled, and blushed a little when she walked up to the window. She peered out through the glass, and marveled at the light coming from the moon. She could see quite a ways out onto Olly's property. The tree line in the distance, the pasture to the side. They were on the backside of the house, and she could now see the yard and a small garden. It was lovely.
"What was it like growing up here?" Audrey asked.Olly was surprised at the question. He sat with his cocked slightly to the side, looking off in the distance for the answer. Finally, he said "Would you like to see what it was like?" with a smirk on his face. Audrey herself looked bewildered as if she didn't understand his answer.
He took her by the hand and led her downstairs. "Why don't you grab a couple drinks and meet me on the couch," Olly said "I'm going to change, I'll be right down".
Audrey went to the kitchen and took two bottles of beer out of the fridge. She noted the contents, fully stocked. Not barren with only condiments like she would expect a bachelor to have. She pulled open a few drawers looking for a bottle opener. During her search she found there to be ample kitchen utensils and gadgets, again, not bachelor like. She found the opener, popped the caps, and made her way to the living room.
As she plopped herself down on one corner of the overstuffed over comfortable deep brick colored sofa, Olly came in and sat down next to her. She had one knee drawn up to her, and one leg folded underneath. She shifted her weight to scoot a little closer to Olly. She noticed he was clinging to a book of some kind. As she handed him his beer, he let the book fall into his lap and opened the first page. It was a photo album.
"These are all from my childhood." Olly said, "Up until I was eighteen when I went to college." He stared at the photographs as if he remembered the exact days they were taken. They sat and looked through the photo album, Olly telling Audrey stories he remembered along the way of growing up there. She laughed, and told him similar stories. When they finally turned the last page in the album, two hours and four beers each had passed. Audrey had learned some new information about Olly. He had moved away at eighteen to go to college. At twenty five, he had moved back home to help his parents with the family business, the garage in town. His father had been injured in an accident and his mother couldn't take care of the place by herself. He had left the city, a job, a life to come back home to help his folks. Both of his parents had passed away about a year and a half after he moved back, and he has been here ever since, taking care of the business and house they had left him.
Olly was twenty nine now, soon to turn thirty. Audrey felt sad for Olly, even though she had never known his parents. They must have been wonderful to raise such a great man.
Olly collected the empty beer bottles, and took them to the kitchen. He called out to Audrey "One more round?" to which she replied "Make it a double!" She was feeling good. She wasn't sure if it was the beer, the guy, this night..maybe it was a mix of all three.
Olly reached into the top shelf cabinet. "Bourbon or whiskey?" he asked from the other room.
Audrey smiled and pulled herself up from the couch. He sauntered into the kitchen to see Olly at the counter with two glasses, and two bottles. "Oh, I'll have whatever you are having." She said, and walked over to him. She watched as he pulled the top and poured two glasses of whiskey. She preferred to sip hers, and liked it cold. She opened the freezer and grabbed 2 ice cubes. Olly handed her the glass and she dropped the cubes in and swirled them around with her finger. She leaned against the counter, and he did the same. As he took a drink, he watched her swirl her ice, then lick her finger clean of the lingering alcohol. Olly was suddenly jealous of that finger.
He realized at that moment that he might be in over his head with Audrey. She seemed to have a natural way about her, a way of melting Olly like the ice in her glass. He was still, with his glass perched at his lips, he didn't move. He didn't take his eyes off her as she took a sip of whiskey, she closed her eyes, and enjoyed it. She made a soft noise, "Mmmmmmmmm" as she enjoyed the taste. "Why didn't we start with this tonight?" she asked him with a smile of contentment and excitement. She opened her eyes and looked at him. "This is what I needed..." She pushed herself off the counter, and took three steps toward Olly, closing the gap between them. Olly slowly lowered his glass to the counter. Audrey came in close to Olly, pressing herself against him. She stared into his eyes as if about to kiss him, close enough to, but did not. She put an arm around him as if to pull him closer, and Olly was suddenly frozen. He wanted her to touch him, and he wanted to touch her, but he was worried he wouldn't be able to stop and this night would become less than what it was. Olly realized that Audrey was reaching for a bowl behind him. As soon as her fingers found it, she pulled it off the shelf and set it on the counter beside Olly. Yes, he was definitely in trouble with her, and he loved every second of it.
Audrey put some ice cubes in the bowl she had retrieved, and grabbed her glass. She returned to the couch. Olly lingered in the kitchen trying to collect himself. He was having the best night he could remember, and he didn't want it to end. He was smiling like giddy school boy. He heard her call to him "Are ya coming?" He took a few deep breaths, grabbed the bottle, and walked out to the living room so see Audrey laying on the couch waiting for him.
The bowl of ice was on the table, her glass was in her hand. He rounded the corner of the couch, and she swung her legs, her long tanned legs, out to let him sit down. Olly set the bottle down by the ice, and lowered himself to the couch. Audrey put her legs back, over Olly's lap, as he put his feet up on the table. He laid his arm along the back of the couch, and turned slightly toward her. He took a sip of whiskey, as she did the same. They stared at each other with a silent yet deafening tone.
Olly picked up a remote control on the end table next to him. He clicked a button and the stereo turned on, soft music filled the room. When Olly set the remote back down on the table, his hand found it's way to Audrey's leg. Without thinking, he gently caressed her warm skin, making circles with his fingers. He stared out into space, sipping his whiskey, completely content. 'This,' he thought, 'is how life is supposed to be.' Here he was in his home, with a beautiful, fun, intelligent, interesting woman. Sipping a fine whiskey, enjoying the night. He wished he could spend all his evenings this way.
Audrey chuckled to herself, and smirked. Olly mirrored her smile, with an inquisitive note, and looked at her. "Whats so funny?" he said, half laughing himself."Oh, I was just wondering how long it is we can continue to keep our hands off each other before one of us cracks under pressure." She looked down at her whiskey, took a sip, and looked back up at Olly.
He loved her. He knew it. She was bold, sexy, funny, caring. How could he not. She really was making it difficult not to scoop her up and take her to the bedroom right now. Now, what would she think of him if he didn't?
He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He didn't know how to say what he wanted to say. She smiled at him as if she had caught him with his hand in the cookie jar.