Table for Two

“A table for two?” Asked the maitre d to the pair who had entered the nice little restaurant. Mark looked over at his date and smiled before nodding in reply to the polite woman. The smile he had on now had been sneaking on his face all day long as he had waited for this moment and now it was a billboard to show all the other customers just how happy he was right now.

The young high school couple was lead to a small table for two off on the side of the restaurant. The tall, thin boy pulled out the chair politely for his date, slowly pushing it back into place as she took her place and sat in it.

“Geez Mark, you are so polite.” The young brunette commented with a giggle. She knew Mark was a nice guy and all but he was pulling out all the stops. Since he picked her up he had been opening doors for her and fetching this and that for her. It took her the entire car ride from the movie theatre to convince him to at least split this dinner bill.

“Haha, I do try my best to be a gentleman.” Mark replied with a nervous chuckle as he scratched the back of his head. He sat down across from her and sat there staring into her emerald eyes which now gazed at her menu. He was so lost in their depth that he did not notice she was now staring right back at him.

“Are you okay Mark?” the beautiful young woman questioned more out of curiosity than real concern.

“What? Oh yeah sorry lost in thought again…” Mark replied as he quickly hid his blushing face behind the menu. He already knew what he was going to get, he frequented this place quite often mostly with her but tonight was different, tonight was a date. Date…the word made his heart skip a beat with joy.

Once he knew his face looked normal, as normal as an awkward high school senior could look that is, he put down his menu and waited for the girl opposite to do the same. He felt the smile creeping back across his face as he watched his friend flip back and forth through the menu, trying to decide between the chicken marsala or just some plain old chicken fingers. She was always indecisive, but he thought it was cute.

“Good evening, I am Nick I’ll be your waiter for tonight.” Greeted a 20-something young man who was clad in the diner’s uniform; a red polo and black apron. He held a little notebook out and he smiled down at the two customers.

“Can I start you off with some drinks and appetizers?” he questioned.
The two teenagers looked at each other for a brief moment before.

“I am ready to order if you are.” Rose said with a shrug as she set down her menu.

“Alright well for my drink I’ll have a coke and we’ll have mozzarella sticks for an appetizer. For my dinner I’ll have the beef fajitas, medium rare.” Mark said in a calm, clear, and slow manner, he always made it a point to be heard.

“And I’ll have water and the chicken marsala.” The budding young woman added.
The waiter nodded as he jotted down the order. He smiled and told them it’d be a few minutes before their drinks and appetizer before leaving with their menus.

“So Rose, what did you think of the movie?” Mark inquired. They had spent so much time playfully bickering about tonight’s bill that they had not discussed the movie that had just seen. Being old fashion Mark had insisted that their first date be a dinner and a movie, it was just the way he was. They had seen “The Pursuit of Happyness” starring Will Smith and his son. It had been a very touching movie, yet as depressing as it was at points he was giddy the entire time because she was sitting next to her.

“I must say it was really depressing in the middle, but I loved it.” Rose replied as she played with a sugar packet.

“Yeah Will Smith is an amazing actor, that bathroom scene was just so heart wrenching.” The awkwardly handsome young man replied. To keep his eyes from lingering on her once again he was now looking around the restaurant at all the decorations on the walls. They were filled with memorabilia from different eras.

“I know! I almost cried at that part.” The girl replied in agreement. She could tell he was avoiding eye contact now which just made her smile even more, he was just so goofy.

“Haha me too.” The boy admitted, slightly embarrassed. Rose giggled a bit but rubbed the back of his hand with hers to let him know it was okay.

The feeling of her softly skin against his sent shivers up his spine but also boiled his blood. The mixture of hot and cold was so sudden and shocking that he almost jerked his hand away, instead though he managed to catch it mid-flinch so he merely bounced her hand a bit instead of pulling from her comforting touch.

Soon though the waiter arrived with their drinks and her hand left his, leaving it alone once again to face reality. He took his coke from the waiter and nodded his head as he said thanks before bringing it closer so he could wrap his lips around the straw. The bubbly beverage was refreshingly cold helping him calm his nerves.

Along with the drinks had also come their cheese filled appetizer. His date had already grabbed one, he ordered them more for her than him anyways since she loved cheese with a passion. Mark chuckled as she managed to gracefully devour the cheesy snack. He instead slowly nibbled on his own as he watched he take a bite of the second, this time taking the time to stretch out and play with the dangling cheese.

Mark noticed that after she had finished there was still a string of cheese dangling from the corner of her lip. Instead of pointing it out he just leaned over the table and smiled as he brushed it away with his thumb.

“Oh thanks.” She replied simply, blushing a bit out of embarrassment.

“You’re welcome.” He replied with a smile before grabbing the last mozzarella stick. He split it in half, giving one end to his date and taking the other for himself. This proved to be a messy task as the cheese was in no mood to comply and break easily. This just made the two laugh as they did their best to keep the cheese from getting on the table.

The two passed the rest of their time talking about school as they waited for their food. Although Mark was a year ahead of Rose they still shared a few classes which gave them plenty to still talk about. They took turns telling stories and inside jokes, the laughter seemed to go on forever. Finally the main dishes arrived, but the conversations did not stop.

“Haha, did you the faces John was making while Mr. B was talking and facing the board.” Rose reminisced as she cut into her chicken marsala.

“Yeah a bit immature, but funny none the less.” Mark replied with a chuckle while he began piling the meat and veggies into one of his wraps.

“Hey we are highschoolers, there is nothing wrong with being immature while we still can.” The opinionated girl said in a serious but joking tone.

“Well from what I hear that kind of humor doesn’t die out till well after college.” Mark replied with a nod. His metal utensils clanged together as he placed them on the table so he could wrap together his first fajita.

“Speaking of college, do you know where you are going yet?” Rose questioned. She always made a big deal about college, since she was a junior now and there was a lot of pressure that year to perform well since it was the year most colleges looked at.

“Nah, I sent out plenty of applications here and there but I won’t make any decisions till after I get my acceptances back.” Mark replied nonchalantly. He really wasn’t fazed by the topic, the only thing that worried him was how not worried he was about college.

“Do you still want to go out of state?” was the next question to leave the girl’s pretty lips.

“Eh, I did but I am not sure anymore.” Mark replied “I mean I used to think I hated this place, but now I am not so sure. Not to mention that now I’d be leaving you.”

“Well don’t let me get in the way of your decision, do what is best for your future.” Rose replied in a motherly tone. He knew part of her didn’t fully mean it but he had already made the decision to do what was best for him anyways.
It was not long before the two had finished their meal. Their check came and they split it as agreed to Mark’s dismay. As they stood Mark took a quick step toward Rose and gave her a quick peck on the lips, something he had been wanting to do since they left the theater. He smiled at her and she smiled back and together they walked, arm in arm, through the door and into the night.

Instead of walking out into the cool brisk autumn night Mark was greeted by the bright sun, a blue sky, and a warm summer’s breeze. His grey-blue eyes darted to look behind him but instead of the nice restaurant there was a changing shack. He could have sworn he was just…

“Come on slow-poke let’s go!” A voice cried which pulled Mark from another one of his deep thoughts. His head quickly swiveled to face the voice’s source to see his Rose in a one-piece waving for him as she stood by a pair of towels on the beach.

Quickly the tall young man jogged on over to the towels, the soft pale sand molding under his shoes. Soon he arrived at his destination where he was greeted by his love. She wrapped her arms around his neck and softly pressed her lips against his own. He lost himself in her lips for a minute before being pulled back to the real world as she pulled back to give him the elevator eyes.

Though he was not athletic Mark had a decent body. He was skinny but not in a sickly way and though he did not work out his lack of body fat let what muscles he did have show through. Her green eyes passed by his blue swim trunks and spotted his shoes, causing her to roll her eyes and then look up at him in disbelief.

“Shoes and socks on a beach, really Mark?” She said in a disappointed tone.

“The sand is hot!” the recent highschool grad defended.

“Well you should have brought sandals.” She replied as though it were an obvious decision.

“Come on you know I hate sandals.” He answered knowing that no matter what he said he would not win. With a reluctant sigh he took off his shoes and sandals and winced as his feet pressed flat on the hot sand.

“God Mark you complain like a woman.” Rose replied with a giggle. To this comment Mark lunged in and attacked her side with his fingers. She abhorred being tickled, and he knew this. Before she could grab onto him he dashed out of her reach and bolted toward the water.

His long legs carried him quickly to the water’s edge where he hesitated. He was not a fan of the water, it was always too cold. This time he had no choice though as Rose charged in from behind and tackled him into the water.

A pallet of blues whirled together as the sky and the water blended and rushed around him. A rush of cold shot throughout his body driving him to surface as quickly as possible.

“Cold! Damn you Rose it is freaking freezing!” The skinny boy exclaimed as he held his arms close to his chest trying to hold in as much of his leftover heat as he could.

“Oh complain some more would you. Serves you right for tickling me” The girl replied in her trademark sarcastic tone as she made a playful smile. She brushed her soaked hair out of her face, allowing the midday’s sun to fully expose every contour of her face.

“Fine I will. It is too bright out, I am hungry, I am wet, I hate water...” Before any more of his list could leave his lips he found himself hit by a small wall of water.

“Hey don’t be so rude I was talking.” Mark laughed as he splashed her back.

“Yeah well I was splashing.” Rose replied splashing him back even harder this time. The two splashed back and forth sending water and light refractions in every direction. Finally bored of splashing Rose tackled Mark who was caught off guard and went back underwater. At the last minute he grabbed her arm and pulled her under with him.
The two surfaced second later unleashing a roar of laughter into the soft summer air. Their arms and hair were tangled around each other as they held each other close. Their wet bodies were pressed hard against each other as they stood waste deep in the ocean, waves softly brushing into them. As they stared into deeply into the other’s eyes the world faded out around them. The sounds of cars driving nearby, screaming children, and loud music faded into the soothing ocean atmosphere.

“I love you…” Mark whispered as his neck began to arc down, slowly closing the gap between their faces.

“I love you too…” Rose managed to get out before their lips connected.

A surge of energy shot down Mark’s spine on contact. His arms held her waist tighter, never wanting to let her escape this wonderful place. Time stood still for the love-birds as they enjoyed their embrace. Soon though the sounds of reality began to filter back in and the illusion of the world took over once again.

The pair stood still there for a bit longer before Mark finally pulled away. He smiled at her as he did so and mouthed his three new favorite words once more before wading back to the shore.

“I’ll be right back, wait by the towels!” The young man called as he waved before disappearing back onto the busy beach.

The couple reunited at the towels, this time Mark was holding two ice-cream cones.

“Mark…you didn’t have to.” Rose said, semi-complaining. He always bought her things so she was starting to get used to it.

“Well too late for that so make sure I didn’t spend my money in vane and enjoy it the most you can.” Mark advised as he sat down on the towel next to her.

With an evil grin Rose took the cone to her lips. As she licked the ice-cream she moaned softly. This made Mark laugh so hard that he nearly dropped his own cone.

“Wow if you keep doing this I’ll have to buy you ice-cream more often.” The young man joked. Once they had finished their treats the duo laid down next to each other, cuddling innocently enough not to offend anyone.

Hours past like and seconds like hours as the two lay there together. They had no care in the world, or at least none that they focused on. Mark was leaving for college in a few months so Rose made sure that this summer the two had been near inseparable.

“We should get going.” Mark finally said. He always had to be the responsible one for he knew Rose would just ignore the time for as long as she could. But he had promised his parents he’d be home by their curfew and he didn’t want to give them any reason for not letting him go out with her again.

“No we don't.” Rose argued as she clenched her eyes shit and gripped harder to Marks’s twig-like arm. With a chuckle at how cute she was Mark bent down and kissed her softly, causing her to finally release her vice grip.

“Let’s get changed and then we’ll head to the car.” Mark said as he picked up his own towel and clothing. He waited for his girlfriend to do the same and then the two gave another quick kiss before walking to their separate changing rooms.

Mark opened the door and walked into a dimly lit room. The room was far too large for a changing room but before he could make a comment he was greeted by a shadowy figure. Her curves swayed back and forth as she slinked over to him, wrapping her arms around his naked waste. Mark looked down to see he was still topless but now was clad in his boxers instead of his bathing suit.

“What took you so long? I thought it wasn’t gentlemanly to keep a lady waiting.” The shadow woman whined playfully as she traced her index finger from the indent in his chest down to his navel. His eyes had now adjusted to the darkness and he recognized his Rose in front of him. She had developed so well in his past few months away, more womanly than ever.

“Is something wrong my dear?” She questioned with a cocked eyebrow as she brought her lips up to his.

“The only thing wrong is that it’s too dim to fully appreciate your beauty.” The man teased back. His own fingers seemed to have a mind of their own as they slid over to her barely clad body. The dainty digits slid over her waist and then up her spine sending soft shivers causing her to squeal as they were still a bit cold from washing his hands.

“Oh come on Mark you know how I feel about my body…” Rose replied in a bit of a somber tone which she tended to get when she talked about her self-image.

“I only know how I want to feel that body against me.” Mark replied with another one of his failed attempts to be cool and sexy. It was cute though, cute enough for her to let him to pull her in close. He could feel her body head against his, the only cloth separating him were thin undergarments, those would have to go.

As his fingers slid up her body her fingers did the same on his. While he made quick work with her bra her fingers teased his nipples. This caused something to poke into her hip, a reaction she was expecting. She pulled her hands away only for a second to slide off her unhooked bra. The second this was tossed aside Mark tossed her against the wall.
His hands cupped her breasts while hers cupped his member through the cloth of his underwear. Their lips met with a force more powerful than anything found in nature as their hands began to tease the opposite’s pleasure points. A moan escaped both of their lips as their tongues moved to meet and dance together.

As this went on Mark massaged her breasts with his hands while his thumbs moved in circular motions with her nipples, occasionally flicking and pressing on them to tease. He would also bring up his index finger and softly twist them in a way that brought no pain but only pleasure.

As Mark did all of this Rose was hard at work. Her right hand was flat against the front of his member which had now pitched a tent in its housing. She rubbed her hand up and down, slowly while she massaged her balls with her left hand. To tease him on some strokes she went all the way up to the tip of his head, causing his spine to stiffen a bit though he never seven paused in his work.

The man’s lips left hers and moved over to Rose’s right ear. He took the lobe into his mouth and sucked softly as though it were a candy. His tongue played with its new toy and his teeth also began to nibble softly. This caused her to moan softly, a sound that was more powerful than any drug to him. Wanting more of this candy he moved his lips once more to her neck, right under her chin. He kissed and nipped at this exposed flesh. As he did so his right hand slid down from her bosom and to her rear which he gave a squeeze to.

Not to be outdone she yanked down his shorts freeing his large member. She warped her fingers around the shaft and she began to stroke it roughly. Her left hand still massaged his now exposed sack, gently rolling them around her palm and rubbing the sensitive areas with her fingertips.

To her dismay though her toy was moved from her grip as Mark now crouched down so he was eye level with her chest. His lips enveloped her left nipple, sucking playfully as his tongue teased it. When he nibble softly she moaned once more, this time more loudly before. This drove him to stimulate her more, his left hand reaching up to her right nipple and teasing it between his index and thumb while his right hand pulled down her silky white panties..

With a grin he pulled a little way from her now soaked nipple and blew cold air hard on it. This cause the nipple to shoot up straight and goosebumps appeared nearby. To add to her moaning his right hand reappeared and its index finger was now tracing her other lips. This was one of his most favorite parts. The fingers started on the outside and ever so slowly worked their way to the pink flesh. Soon the index finger was rubbing up and down her slit in a slow soft manor, each stroke he put a bit more pressure.
Soon he found his target had exposed itself because of his teasing. His middle and index finger rubbed the mound as his lips and left hand continued the worked up on her chest. Rose just stood with her back up against the wall moaning as she gripped his shoulders tightly. This teasing went on for a few minutes until his right fingers changed positions. The middle finger slid its way down to her entrance where it glided in thanks to all the juices she was now secreting. Once all the way in the long digit began to pump back and forth while his thumb rubbed up and down her slit, just being long enough to rub over her clit at the peak of each slide.

Soon his index finger joined the middle inside of her and this pumping became more violent and rough. She moaned lowed as his left hand and his lips also upped their treatment up top. The loud moans went on for what seemed like hours until Rose’s hands pushed him off.

“If you kept that up my legs would have given out from under me…” Rose commented in a soft moan of pleasure, “now be a good boy and sit on the bed.”

Mark did as he was told and sat on the edge of the bed, his legs wide open to greet the action to come. She kneeled down between his legs and gripped the base his thick shaft roughly. As she held it steady she ran her long tongue up and around the meat, giving her hand enough lube to move up and down feely without worry of discomforting him too much. As her right hand stroked the shaft and her left hand was placed on his leg to steady herself she moved her lush lips to the top of his head. The pink appendage peeped out from her lips again, this time to tease his most sensitive area. Mark bent his neck back in pleasure as she teased the tip. Slowly but surely her lips parted more and began to take in the pink flesh little by little. Soon enough she had the entire head in her mouth while her tongue played with it and her hand continued beating his shaft.

Her right hand stopped its beating and Mark brought his face back to view his lover as he pulled her hair out of the way allowing her to take in the shaft into her mouth. To his pleasant surprise she deep throated him right away, taking the entire length into her mouth. He let out a moan of satisfaction as she held it there as long as she could, her tongue still moving all over his shaft. She finally came up for air only to take a second to recover before she began to pump her head up and down his shaft. Her tongue never stopped its movie and her hand went back to beating his shaft as an extension of her mouth. Finding herself in a steady place she moved her left hand down to his balls, teasing them as well as she continued to give him head.

Using his hands in her hair Mark controlled her pace allowing him to match it with his hip movements for maximum pleasure. Rose would occasionally take her mouth off his shaft and begin licking up and down his shaft to tease him, even worse she’d take the palm of her hand and place it on his tip, rubbing it slowly in a circular motion.

Enough was enough, Mark didn’t want to ruin what was to come by reaching to early here. He quickly pulled Rose off the ground and threw her on the bed where he mounted her.
“Ooo aren’t you in a rush.” The brunette teased with a growl. He responded by rubbing his length up her slit, his hips pumping back and forth. She moaned as the shaft ran over her clit and moaned even loader as he pulled back and pushed his entire length inside of her out of nowhere. As her hot flesh enveloped him he moaned loudly and her back arced at the pleasure. His hips began to buck, first slow and soft until she moaned and begged, “harder”, “faster”. With each command he more than happily followed. To add to her pleasure he paused for a minute and slide his hand down in between their hips. He resumed his pumping picking up the pace quickly and now his fingers began to pleasure her clit as well.

“I am gonna cum soon.” Mark warned with a moan as this love making continued.

“Me too, just hold it a bit longer.” Rose replied with an even loader moan. These words encouraged Mark even more, he increased his vigor, fucking her harder and faster than before. Every time their hips rammed into one another blasts of pleasure shot through their bodies. Finally he felt her back go stiff and her hot, tight, walls clenched so hard that he felt as though he was going to lose circulation.

“I’m cuming!” She cried in a shriek of pleasure. At these words Mark released the flood gates and a feeling of great pleasure and relief came over his body. He could feel his member throb inside of her, filling her up with his seed. He was very thankful that modern science let them experience this feeling without having the worry afterwards.

Mark let himself collapse upon his lover, but when he fell he only hit sheets and a pillow. Quickly his eyes darted around, looking for his love, his lover, his Rose. For a moment he saw her shape in the doorway but the light from the window quickly showed him the clearly he was alone, alone in his apartment. He slide out from under his sheets and stood up and leaned against the wall, his eyes closed trying to hold back the feelings he thought he had long left behind him.

It had been a year since she had left him. She said they had both changed, that they were different people now. She went off to her college and he went off to his own and that was that. Yet still these feelings lingered in his heart. A few had tried to take her place there but so far none had succeeded.

Mark shuffled over to his shower, turning on the water as cold as he could. He wanted to wake up and forget this dream of his. Once his shower was done he slowly dressed in a pair of jeans, a blue t-shirt, and a grey sweater, winter was coming and so was the cold. From his bedroom he proceeded down to the kitchen but after a quick look in the fridge he found there was nothing he wanted to eat.

Instead he grabbed his jacket and headed out the door into the brisk fall air. He fumbled for his keys in his pants pocket as he made his way downstairs and out of the apartment complex to the parking lot. He unlocked the driver door and sat down in his car. There he sat, still and silent for a few minutes, reflecting on his thoughts, on his dream. He shook his head though, trying to bat away the memories like annoying mosquitoes.

The drive to the diner was a short one. Once there he quickly locked his car and made it inside and out of the nipping morning air. Inside he was greeted by a nice young woman.

“Table for…two sir?” She asked, looking to see if there was anyone else around. He shook his head and she nodded, grabbing a single menu and bringing him to his own little booth.

“A waiter will be with you shortly” She said with her work smile before heading back to her post. It was now he noticed a vase sitting in the middle of the table. Inside it was a red rose, standing there tall and alone. He pulled the stem from the vase, careful of the thorns, and held it to his nose.

“What is in a name? That which we call a Rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”