We shouldn’t have parked there. It was a mistake
My parents didn’t like Bob. He was the wrong religion in their mind and they told me not to see him again. So when we wanted to meet, we had to sneak around, adding even more drama to the usual turmoil of a teen romance. It was a case of playing hide and seek. Hiding from my parents and seeking each other out.
Naturally, he couldn’t pick me up at my front door. I walked over to the next block where we met and got into the car. We debated where to go for some privacy, and decided on the top of a deserted mall parking garage. Inspiration is finding a private spot to be rambunctious
It was a small car. I forget what make; does not really matter. We shucked our coats in the front seat and crawled into the back. The car was so small that even with two short people just sitting in the back seat it would be cramped. Imagine two teenagers ‘making out’ in that space.
Tumbling into the seat, arms and legs every which way, my sweater pushed up with his sweaty hands, we commenced to kiss, fondle, touch and feel. He tasted of spicy aftershave and smelled of Ivory soap.
We were teenagers. We knew we wouldn’t be caught. Teenagers know everything.
We had been parked for all of 37 ½ minutes and the going was hot and heavy when a bright light startled us. No, it wasn’t aliens. It was security guards.
Two older gentlemen, flashlights in hand, approached the vehicle.
“What are you doing there?” One of the officers asked.
“Let’s see some ID” demanded the second guard.
Bob got out of the car, settling his clothing at the same time. “We were just talking. We only wanted a quiet place to talk.” I heard him stammer.
OMG. I never heard Bob so nervous. We got caught! I can’t believe it! What will my parents say??
While Bob was trying to explain to one of the guards, the other man flashed his light into the back seat highlighting me; but by then I had my clothing in place, mostly.
Somehow we got away with only a warning.
I imagined the security guards, once they realised what was going on in the car, were amused. We could hear them chuckling as they walked back to their office.
We drove away to another parking lot; this one fully lit and crowded. We had a smoke and tried to calm down. We broke out into a steady stream of nervous giggles at the whole affair (pun intended).We could relax as we got away safely.
As I strolled into the house my mother spotted me. “Your sweater is all crooked.”
Uh-oh. She was supposed to be watching her program. Why isn’t she in the living room? I can’t tell her I’ve been with Bob. She thinks I’ve been with Carol studying. What to say? What to say?
Finally I replied, “I was trying on some of Carol’s clothes when we finished studying.”
Whew! Big breath out.
The butterflies in my stomach danced the cha-cha but luckily my mother didn’t hear them.
This is revised from the post in June. So it may sound familiar to some of you.
How’s this for nostalgia
Blogophilia 37.4 Topic: “Inspiration is… “
(Hard, 2pts): include the phrase ‘hide and seek’
(Easy, 1pt): use the word rambunctious