She ran out the front door as soon as she finished breakfast, her mom had to ran after her and shouted on the lawn, "Charlene! Be back before lunch! Your dad is coming home today!" She waved at her mom, acknowledging her request, she kept running. It was the day that Tommy was leaving for Goldstone, the last day of summer holiday. She ran without stopping when people who knew her called out her name along the way to the cabin. She had to see him before he goes away.
She jumped on his back when she saw him loading up his truck with his stuff. She nibbled his ear and kissed the side of his face. "God ... you smell good," he said as she climbed down his back and then he turned around to pick her up from the front.
"Can't you stay a bit longer?" she was hoping.
"I have to be there before 3 P.M., work starts at 4, I can't be late ... it's my first day."
She pouted her lips, followed by a faint smile, "Just 15 more minutes?" she had a naughty look on her face.
He laughed lightly, "Fifteen minutes? Don't you think that's too short?" he knew what she was insinuating. She kissed him seductively, nibbling on his lips, licking and biting gently. "Charlie ... I can't, baby," he tried his best to resist.
She climbed down and pushed him to the passenger seat of his truck. "Yes you can ... I know you want to ..." she unbutton his jeans and unzipped the zipper. He rubbed his face in frustration, just the mere gesture of it made him reacted.
She kissed him hard, put her hand inside his unzipped jeans and stroked him. "Come on, Tommy, I ran all the way here for one last time before you leave," she begged him.
"Right here?" he looked around to see their surroundings. There was no one around, just his truck, in the middle of the quiet woods, birds chirping and the rustling of the trees. She bit one side of her lower lip and lift her eyebrow, she took her panty off swiftly and pushed him in his truck. She can be wild when she wanted to, Tommy didn't have a chance. She pulled down the top of her dress and sat on his lap facing him, and she had him. He was powerless against her, she always had her way with him.
She felt good in his arms, on his lap, gripping tight around him. He sighed, in pleasure, in release, succumbing to her sweet and wild ways with him. "Charlie ... I wish you could come with me ... I hate to be away from you ..." he said. She gave him a wet lustrous kiss, flushed in passion of making love, "I'll be waiting here for you when you come back," she climbed down his lap.
She took a pen and a piece of paper from the glove compartment and wrote her number on it. "Call me when you get there, call me everyday," she said and put the paper inside his pants pocket. They realized in the five months they've known each other, they've never spoken to one another through the magic of the telephone.
"My dad's coming home today, though, call me in the afternoons before dark, 'cause otherwise he'll be home and answering the phone," she added.
"Okay," he pulled her close and kissed her. "I'm gonna miss you so much, what are you gonna do while I'm gone?" he asked.
"Back to school ... thinking of you most of the days, getting absolutely shitfaced without you," she laughed teasingly.
It was hard to let him go, they kissed and kissed, there's not enough kisses to last them two months apart from each other. He dropped her off by Mrs. Cooper's store, she couldn't help but felt a little empty inside. Something she didn't feel the first time when they were apart.
"Hey there, young lady, how are you?" Mrs. Cooper greeted her at the cashier.
It was the first time she doubted her answer to a question like that, "I'm okay, I guess," she finally said.
"I heard Tom Raven was leaving town today? Is that why you look so gloomy?" she asked with a slight smile of empathy.
"He'll be back in a couple of months," she convinced herself.
Mrs. Cooper was looking at her unsure, "The kind of job he's doing out there, is not the kind you folks are used to ... he lives a different life than yours, Charlene," she couldn't help but tell her what she thought.
"I know ... he told me about it." She always told herself there's nothing about Tommy that she doesn't know.
"If I were you, I wouldn't sulk a minute waiting for Tom Raven ... you're a beautiful and smart young lady, go have fun with your friends ... if he comes back, he comes back, if he doesn't ... you'd be better off without him." Mrs. Cooper handed out her groceries in a paper bag. She was never supportive of her being with Tom Raven, she never saw that the relationship would do any good for Charlene.
"He's coming back, Mrs. Cooper," Charlene assured her.
Mrs. Cooper raised her eyebrows with a half smile, knowing that she was too in love to believe otherwise. "That boy had been wanting to go to Goldstone ever since his mom left ... if he gets a job opportunity there, he might stay there ... but ..." she leaned towards her, "People have been talkin' 'bout the two o' you, I'm sure he'll be back just to see you," she didn't want to burst her bubble too abruptly.
Her dad arrived that afternoon, they had to greet him by the door, she couldn't even fake a smile. He brought presents and flowers for her mom, some kind of guilt trip perhaps. She looked at her dad sharply, she couldn't look at him the same way again. Her mom had prepared an extravagant dinner that night, expressing how much she missed him and how special a day it was because he was finally home. All the while, she kept glancing at the phone under the stairs, hoping it would ring before 4 P.M. but it never did.