Pinki
1071 Words
Alabama
Surprisingly, the car ride was quiet. Jeremiah was actually quiet for an hour. He kept glancing at me every 2 seconds, but that is typical Jeremiah. Sometimes I feel like he is a protector, other times a stalker. We arrive and as soon as we get off, and he sees where we are and what we are doing, he snaps. "What the f*ck is this?" I laugh. "Don't tell me you are afraid of heights?" I tease him. He is looking a little green. "I'm not, but this is not safe," he says. I smirk, "Stop being a p*ssy, let's go," I grab his hand and pull him along. "I'm not a p*ssy. I want your p*ssy," he mumbles, and his words just get to me. My body lights up. I want him too, but I won't tell him, or show it. His head is already too big.
"Ali, wait, how about we skip this and do something else," he looks so unsure, and I want to laugh. "You aren't going to be jumping. I am doing it alone. I am an expert skydiver, so I can do this." I tell him. "If you are doing it, so am I," I shrug. "Suit yourself," I tell him.
Jeremiah
She thinks I am scared, but little does she know that nothing scares me. I will jump out of this thing if this means that she will open up even more to me. Maybe doing sh*t like this, crazy sh*t that she likes will make her break down those walls that she has built so high up. I just want to be let in. I watch her speak to the people in charge. How can someone get even more beautiful? She waves me over. We pay, watch a video, sign a waiver, and get our gear on. "This is so exciting," she says, but I am not sure that I feel the same way.
All I can do is stare at the smile on her face. I feel how happy and excited she is, and I decide that once we get back down, I will book something wild for us to do at least once a week. I will surprise her, and she will love it. Anything to see this smile on her beautiful face. I stand behind her and cage her in again. She is so tiny. I put my arms around her and kiss her neck. "This sh*t makes you happy?" I ask her, and she nods, relaxing on me. I hug her tighter, loving how she feels, We don't say anything, just watch the sky as we get higher up. "Alright folks," the guy says, and we separate. It's finally time. "Don't be a b*tch, make sure you jump," she says and jumps off, doing a damn flip in the process. She really is a wild one. I jump right after. I am not a b*tch, but I feel a bit like my best friend. I joke that he is Dallas' b!tch, and I now think I know what that feels like, because this crazy woman doesn't just have me doing crazy sh!t like jumping out of hot air balloons, she also has my heart and mind going crazy. She has a huge smile on her face as we fly in the air. She does a hand gesture. I believe she is asking me about the parachute.
Alabama
I land first, and wait for Jeremiah, who is not too far behind me. This really did do the trick. I feel better and lighter. I can go home and handle everything and dinner with the whole family, plus the bar after. Girls night. I am actually excited about that. I need some sister time. With mom's birthday coming up, I know everyone gets pretty depressed, and we all sort of shut down in our own ways. Maybe we can make this our new normal now that everyone is home. Well, not Virginia, but she's here today, so maybe we can celebrate mom's birthday early or something.
Jeremiah steals the keys from my hand, and opens the passenger door for me. I slip inside, and he goes around and gets in the driver's seat. He turns on the car, and we make our way back home. "That was amazing," he says. "It really was. My family would flip their sh*t if they found out I did this, so keep your mouth shut, or else" I threaten him. "Is this because of the military? being normal, on land isn't good enough for you, you have to do these life-threatening activities?" he asks, and I don't even know how to answer that. Something in me tells me I can trust him and open up. Maybe we can be friends. He is annoying, but he is not a bad man, and I know that whatever I tell him he will keep it to himself, unless it is to piss me off.
"It's a bit to do with the military, but it also has to do with mom and Austin, so many things happened around the time they died, and things change you, you know. Sometimes I get in my head, and life-threatening activities, as you call them, help me feel better. I'm sure it won't make sense to someone as boring as yourself," I add in there just to piss him off, but instead he nods. "You impress me, you know. You are bada$$," he gives me a compliment, but it isn't anything s3xual, and I love that it feels genuine. "So, about tomorrow, what should I wear for my first day?" I ask him, changing the subject. I know I won't be able to drink much tonight, because I don't want to be hungover for my first day. "Professional, office attire," he tells me. The rest of the drive, we talk about little random things. We arrive back home, and he tells me he is off to visit Tyler and Dallas. "Want to hang out later tonight?" I do not know what makes me ask this. Maybe it is because we had a perfect afternoon, and I am thinking about what he said earlier. Him inside of me, giving me multiple orgasms sounds like a great way to end the night. "Sorry, I am busy," he tells me. Well, sh*t. Guess pinki will have to do. Maybe it is better this way, anyway.
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