Roy and Joni (Chapter 9)

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For the first few blocks, a mutually acceptable study hall-like silence spoke with deafening force. At the first Stop sign, Joni took a nervous big breath and slowly exhaled through her Revlon-shuttered mouth. This nonverbal cue signaled Joni's next intentions. She lifted her left hand to the elevation of Roy’s right shoulder and with the index finger of her left hand, she made a couple of upward gentle strokes that started at the base of Roy’s hairline on his neck.

When she returned her hand to its original location, Roy said in a voice much lower than normal volume, “What would you think if I said I wanted to stop this car and kiss you right now?” Before she could answer, he continued, “Joni, I’ve been held captive by the memory of our first kiss after the party. I’ve never had anything like that happen to me before.”

“Roy you really are a rare human being----you just don’t know any better than to say what you think. I like that, I like it a lot,” she said in an approving voice, buttressed by a toothy smile.

Now, it was Roy’s non-spoken turn to perform the big inhale-exhale exercise through his green coated month. “Do you remember what I asked you,” Roy inquired? Joni quickly responded with a studied, yet happy voice, “I would say, find the next place to park this car and I’ll give you my answer.”

Beckham’s Donut Shop’s parking lot had been empty since noon. With soldier- like precision, Roy rolled his window down and stuck his left arm out in a right turn inclination. The car stopped in the welcoming parking lot after only about 20 feet from the street.

 He left the motor running and turned his face and attention to look into her cosmetically finely-tuned cover girl face. “My goodness, you are so beautiful.” Joni had been complimented many times before about her stunning beauty; however, none had the simple honesty of Roy’s observation.

He scooted a few inches closer to Joni and kissed her. By a comparison to a car race, the first kiss was just a practice lap. The next kiss was somewhat more intense and it could be called the parade lap. He could not help but think in a micro-second intermission before the third kiss, “I wonder if she’ll use her tongue on the next kiss?” Meanwhile, Joni was thinking, “I don’t want to appear to be a love-starved female, yet that kiss after the party meant so much to this good-looking farm boy and it meant a lot to me as well. Should I kiss him like I did before?”

                                               To Be Continued…….    

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