From the wrong side of the tracks

Claire sat on the back porch swing, crying softly. Stephen, her boyfriend, had just broken up with her. He'd said, "I need a woman, Claire. Not some little girl." Which translates into - if you're not going to put out, I'm gone. **Good riddance, asshole.** Cursing did sometimes feel better. Claire hated for anyone to see her cry. She'd waited until mom had left for her monthly bridge game and dad had gone bowling with the guys. David had gone out to buy "some stuff" and would be back. That he would be gone for atleast a half hour


"What makes you cry, little girl?" Claire startled and looked up. Jason sat down in the swing and looked out at the pond. He didn't look in her in the face, which Claire was thankful for. She gazed at his beautiful profile, "Just something stupid, it doesn't matter anymore. And by the way, I'm not a little girl. I turned 18 last month. I can smoke and get tattoos and vote." A ghost of a smile lifted his lips, "Yeah, but will you be doing any of those?"

"One out of three isn't bad." She wasn't going to tell him that she was thinking of the voting one. Let him sit on that.

"So, how come you're not out on a date or something? Pretty girl...I mean woman," he chuckled at this, " like you should be out on a Friday night with your boyfriend."

**Did he just call me pretty? Oh, musn't read too much into this!** "I don't have a boyfriend."

Jason turned on the swing, "Now that's interesting." He leaned forward and touched his lips to hers, oh so gently. He nipped the lower lip, then smoothed it with his tongue. Claire pulled back a little, "Jason? I don't understand." He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her against him. She moaned softly, opening her mouth, inviting him in. He slowly dipped his tongue into her mouth, one arm wrapping around her waist, the other burying into her hair. He licked the roof of her mouth, his tongue tasting while his lips devoured. She curled her tongue around his and wrapped her arms around his neck. Claire finally pulled back for air, both of them were breathing heavily.

"Ah, Claire..." She silenced him with another kiss. Fingernails raked down his chest, but Claire needed to feel skin. She put her hands underneath his shirt and plowed my fingers through the crisp hairs on his chest. "Oh God, you feel so good," She whispered. Jason's hands clenched on her waist and in her hair. Then he stood up and put a few steps between them.

"Claire, please."

"What is it? What's wrong?"

"We can't. You're too young and sweet and damned innocent."

"What? So because I'm not some slut that drinks and what not, you don't want to touch me? Was all that just out of pity?"

"No, I've wanted to touch you for a long time. I still want to touch you, but...it'll never work out."

Claire stood up and headed for the door to the house, "Why? Do you think I'm that snobbish?" He followed her into the house and to the living room where she turned to confront him. She looked into his eyes, "Jason, I don't care about what others think. I like you, I've like you for a long time and - " Headlights illuminated the room and a car horn blared. That would be David.

Jason looked at her, "Claire, I've watched you. But..." She stopped him when she put her hand on his arm, "I know, I'm not your type. You better go, you know how impatient he is."

Jason gave her a lingering look and walked out the door. Claire sat heavily on the couch and sighed. **I would just have to convince him, now wouldn't I?**