Dancing On The Fallen Petals Of Spring Blossoms

Dancing On The Fallen Petals
Of Spring Blossoms

     William lies in his dorm room spindling fantasies of the apple of his eye. He imagines the sparkle of love in her whiskey eyes. Images of her flash like sun spots in his soul. He rises from his reverie.  
     He enters the school cafeteria. Having a girl’s school nearby affords him hope for love. And there is the nymph of his dreams sitting at the table in her cheerleader’s outfit. He has fallen in love with her. He has never loved a girl before. But the feelings he has for her feel very real and deep.     He says, “Hi, my name’s William. I noticed you were sitting all alone and thought you might want company.”
     She says, “Sure why not?”
     “What grade are you in?”
     She replies, “I’m a senior. I just turned eighteen. Look out world here I come.”
     William is flushed with joy. He says, “I made it to eighteen too. Yea I survived four years in this all-boy’s monastery they call a high school.”
     She says, “Oh I bet you made your own fun, with all those hormones raging.”
     William says, “Oh my, did you say what I thought you said?”
     She replies, “I do it too. When I rub my sweet- spot I get all schizzy and crazy. It’s all I can do not
to scream; living in a house with two brothers that would be embarrassing; though they’ve no doubt had many a surreptitious thrill from my night noises. Mom would put me in therapy if she caught me red handed.”
     William has a dreamy smile. She says, “You look like you popped the cork on your first bottle of champagne.”  
     William blushes. He says, “You fascinate me.”
     She grins, “Well shall dine together now?”
     William gazes into her eyes. He says, “Food’s good today, isn’t it? It’s better than the crap they usually serve.”
     She licks her lips and says, “Yes, it’s tasty.”
     William asks, “What’s your name?”
     She replies, “Mary.”
     William says, “Mary, what college do you plan to
attend? I’m headed for LSU.”
     Mary says, “Me too. Hey, I heard this through the grapevine. Don’t you dare take any freshman comp classes with professor Heidi Goebel. She will slam your dick into the wall if you don’t watch your grammar. She is a Bitch Goddess.”
     “I’ll avoid her like the plague. I want to protect my metaphorical family jewels.”
     Mary wipes her mouth with her napkin and continues, “William, I’ve noticed you watching me at cheerleading practice every day and I think you’re cute too. But I guess you’ve never done this sort of thing before have you?”
     “What do you mean?” William asks.
     “I mean you’ve never tried to meet girls before” she says.
     “What makes you say that?” William asks her.
     Mary says, “Well, you are kind of awkward. You seem like a novice.”
     William says, “No actually I’ve done this plenty
of times.”
     Mary pouts, “Then I’m just another one, right?”
     “No, I like you a lot” William says in consternation.
     Mary says, “I was just kidding. But seriously
William, have you ever had a girlfriend?”
     William says, “Sure, I’ve had plenty of girl-friends.”
     Mary says, “Sure, and I bet you’re a virgin. Am I right?”
    William asks, “What makes you say that?”
     Mary replies, “Woman’s intuition.” Mary takes another bite of her food and says, “William, I think you’re cute and want to get to know you better. Meet me tomorrow after school in front of the dormitory.”
     William says, “Sure.”
     Mary says, “Cool, dude. I’ve enjoyed talking with you but I have to get back home. See you tomorrow.” She winks at him and leaves.
     The next day after school, William watches her practice with her cheerleading squad. After they disband, she asks him to wait just a minute while she changes clothes. She emerges from the dorm wearing a tie dye shirt and blue jeans with holes.
     She says, “Listen William, do you want to escort me to the Seven Eleven?”
     William says, “I have to have brother’s permission to go.”
     Mary smiles and pats William on the shoulder. She says, “Don’t worry. You won’t get caught. We’ll be extra careful.”
     Mary brushes a lock of hair off his eyes and he says, “We can’t take too long. I’ve got some studying to do.”
     Mary runs her fingers through William’s hair. She says, “You worry too much. You need a lude.”
     They sneak past the music building and enter the forest. Mary walks briskly, leading the way. They arrive at the Seven Eleven and enter. The cashier watches Mary vigilantly. Mary goes to the cooler and gets a six pack of beer. She sets it on the counter.
    The cashier looks down at her and says, “You don’t look old enough, I’ll have to see some id.”
     Mary takes out her fake id and hands it to him. He examines it closely and rings up the sale. Mary says, “Hey William, you look like a big strong man. Can you carry this back for me?” William takes it and they return to campus.
     When they get back to the dorm Mary says, “Let’s go to your room and drink.”
     William says, “Are you crazy? I’d get expelled
for that!”
     Mary licks her lips and says, “Come on dude, lighten up, quit worrying. You’re as straight as an arrow.”
     William says, “I just don’t want to get caught. My parents would send me to military school.”
     Mary says, “Look, William, I’ve only known you
a little while, but I have feelings for you. If you care about me you’ve got to trust me a little.”
     William says, “We’d better be quiet as church mice.”
     Mary caresses his cheek with her hand. She says, “William please trust me. I love your cute schoolboy personality. I’m smitten with you. I would never do anything to hurt you.”
     They climb through the window and enter William’s room. Mary sits on his roommate’s bed drinking. William sits at his desk studying physics.
Mary slumps back, bumps her head on the headboard, and says, “Shit!”
     Then they look at each other silently, knowing that the ever-vigilant prefect of the dorm probably heard her. William closes his book as he hears the key turn in the lock. The door opens and Brother
Peter stands at the threshold looking at Mary holding a can of beer.
     William is summoned to the principal’s office. The principal sits at his desk looking at William fiercely. He says, “I’m not letting you off the hook on this one. It’s bad enough, with you sneaking into the dorm during recreation, but drinking alcoholic beverages, that I won’t tolerate. You are suspended for one week. I must emphasize you could’ve gotten worse.”
     William says plaintively, “But I wasn’t drinking.”
     The principle sternly says, “You are dismissed.”
     Mary is waiting for William outside. William exclaims, “You could have hidden the beer before he came in. That was really stupid. You just held it right there in front of him. I’m suspended for a week.”
     Mary massages William’s shoulder. She says, “Look I’m really sorry. I froze. I was scared. But I can make it up to you. Since you’re not in school this week you might as well come with me to the French Quarter. It’ll take your mind off your troubles.”
     William says, “Are you kidding me? I’m already
in enough trouble.”
     She squeezes and rubs William’s derriere and says, “Look William, I promise we won’t get into trouble. We’ll just have a good time. I can see in your eyes that you’re smitten with me. I feel the same way about you. If you love me you’ve got to
trust me.”
     William says, “Alright. Let’s don’t do anything illegal though. I’m not fond of jail.”
     Mary replies, “What makes you think I’d do anything illegal?”
     William says, “Your reputation precedes you.”
     Mary laughs, “Yea, I guess I have gone wild in the past.  But I promise there’ll be no trouble.”
     William says, “What will we do?”
     Mary replies, “Oh we’ll have a blast. I’ll show you the quarter.”
     William smiles and says, “Oh I love the architecture there. Historic buildings fascinate me.”
     The next day Mary arrives in her Ford Escort. She emerges from the car wearing her tie dye shirt and blue jeans with holes.  She ushers William into her car and drives them across the causeway to New Orleans.
     They arrive at the French Quarter and walk the
streets silently. William asks Mary, “Where are we going?”
     Mary stops, faces him, and says, “You know William, you’re a really tight dude. We’re going to a place where we can loosen you up.”
     They walk down Bourbon Street to a balconied
building with an iron gate. Mary presses the buzzer and a man comes up and opens the gate for them. He leads them through a narrow passageway into a courtyard.
     He says, “How ya been doing Mary?”
     Mary says, “I’ve been doing fine. It’s my friend here I’m worried about. He’s been really uptight lately. I need to loosen him up.”
     The man grins and says, “Well, you came to the right place. Wait here a minute.” The man disappears through a wooden door. William feels nervous. He has waited a long time for this to happen, but now that he is faced with it, he is scared. He is saying goodbye to childhood forever.
     William says to Mary, “I’m not sure about this.”
     Mary smiles at him and said, “Believe me you’re
going to enjoy this. You do love me, don’t you?”
     William says, “Absolutely. That is beyond a doubt.”
     The man comes out of the room and says, “Come on in, everything’s ready.”
     They enter the room. On the ceiling are mirrors. There is a waterbed with pink satin sheets and cushions.
     Mary says, “Can I get you anything? Coke and rum?”
     William replies, “I don’t drink.”
     Mary throws back her head and laughs. “I know how to mix one that’ll knock your socks off. Let me make one for you; just a tinsy-winsy one. You won’t get drunk. I promise.”
     He nods in acquiescence. “Well just one.”
     William practically inhales the liquor. “My cup is empty.”
     Mary says, “I’ll fill it for you. Would you like to watch TV?”
     He says, “Sure.”
     They sit on the edge of the bed and Mary reaches into her pocket and pulls out a joint. She lights it, takes a drag, and hands it to William. William takes it, looks at it, and hands it back to
Mary.
     Mary inveigles him, “Come on, do it for me.”
     William takes it back and smokes it taking long deep drags. He feels blissful. He lies back and stares at his reflection in the ceiling mirrors.
     Mary strokes William’s face. He just lies there in a daze. She begins unbuttoning his shirt. He brushes her hand away. She says, “What’s the matter?”
     William rebuffs her, “I’m not in the mood.”            
     She replies, “I’ll get you in the mood silly.”
     He sits up and says, “No, really, this is a mistake.”
     She takes his hand in hers and says, “You’re playing had to get. Do you really love me as truly as I do you?”
     “Beyond a shadow of a doubt my darling.”
    She strokes his face and says, “Then relax.” She casts her velvet fury upon him with her glossy lip kiss. He feels her tongue like midnight crossing into moon’s shadow. She takes Red Hots candy pieces from her purse and sucks on them. She gives him a tongue kiss laced with fire in a feminine arson.
     He is consumed by her arsonist kiss. She makes
love to him with her tongue. She lavishes him with
lush licks spiced with a mélange of her female flavors. Her lurid sensations set him free to relish her opulence.
     William knows she loves him. He has always wanted it to be with someone he loves too. Out of trust is born intimacy in the trembling moment of desire. She takes him into the world of woman where he is consecrated by her flesh in a merging of souls.
     Afterward William lies beside her on the bed trembling. Mary asks, “What’s the matter?”
     William says, “I’m cold.”
     Mary says, “But it’s not cold in here.”
     William says, “I made a mistake.”
     Mary says, “No you didn’t.”
     “Mary, I love you, but we can’t do this anymore. Yet I do love you.”
     William begins trembling again. He closes his eyes and says, “Mary we were bonded in the flesh. Did you feel what I felt?”
     Mary says, “The truth is this was my first time.”
     “You mean I was so special that you chose me for your first?”
     “Me and the guys just came to this place to get drunk. I never knew them in a Biblical way.”
     “So how did it feel for you?”
     “It felt like when I first got the plastic baby hidden in the King Cake, a sign of good fortune. I am too young to tie the knot but I want the father of my children to be a man just like you.”    
     William replies, “Do you really mean that and that I am a man now?”
     Mary puts her hands on his chest. She says, “As I am now a woman. I mean it from my heart. William lay your head on my lap.” William complies. Mary strokes his hair with tender compassion. Her voice becomes his liberation. She says, “William, I’ll never forget you. Let the poet in you speak. Tell me in a metaphor how I made you feel.”
     William embraces her like a wife and says, “I am a lapsed Catholic but you are like finding a basket full of easter eggs after a long hunt.”
     “I should marry you after all. We are both attending the same state university. Let’s plan to get hitched after we graduate our respective parochial schools,” she prophesies.
     “We’ll live in a married student’s apartment at
the college,” he propositions.
      “And burn the midnight oil together,” she says.
      He queries, “Should we pay for cable TV?”
      “So, we can watch cheesy sit-coms like Mork and Mindy?” she asks.
     “Yes, but promise me we’ll study during the commercial breaks.”
     “I’ll restrain my womanly wiles so we don’t flunk college,” she assures him.
     “Do I come across as an extraterrestrial like Mork?” he puzzles with a quizzical expression.
     “Well, I’ve never met an Earthling man who’d rather study than play kissy face,” she says with a coquettish grin.
     “Kissing you was better than popping my first can of cherry soda at the movies,” he remediates.
     “You ole popcorn butterer,” she says with her warm hand upon his thigh.
     “Our homemade kind is way better than what they serve at the theater,” he says with a wizardly smile.
     “Orville Redenbacher couldn’t have said it better,” she says with her hand upon his cheek.