Summer Wind

Summer Wind – (A Midsummer Night’s Dream)

Chapter 4 – Revenge

Dusk had fallen quickly once Jameson had started back towards the school, yet Warren had no trouble keeping her in his sights. He never had trouble seeing at night. It wasn’t the fact that she had shut him down that had caused him to follow her. He was concerned about the unfinished business that she claimed to have. That and the cut on her lip. He suspected that they were closely related. He was afraid that whatever she was about to do was going to end up pulling her into trouble that was over her head.

He watched from the shadows as she entered the school through a back door. She exited the building again in a few moments, and headed towards a parking lot marked for senior students. Opening the trunk of a ’66 Mustang, she removed a few tools and then headed for the far end of the lot. She stopped beside an old model camero, and slipped a tool down beside the window. Popping the lock quickly, she slid inside. Deciding he had seen enough, Warren emerged from the shadows.

“Are you lost?” he asked, as he surveyed the inside of the car. She appeared to be rifling through the books and CDs in the back seat.

Jameson jumped, startled. “Damn, you are quiet. What do you mean, lost?” she asked, distracted as she examined the contents of the glove compartment.

“You can’t seem to decide which car you’re supposed to be at,” he replied, crouching beside of the open door.

“No, just locked myself out.” She flipped the glove compartment door shut and began looking through the console.

“Always wear gloves when you’re in your car?” he pointed out next.

“Just cleaned it. Hate to mess it up already.” She frowned, then looked down at him. “What would piss you off the most, as far as your car is concerned?” she asked.

“Other than having some girl rummaging through my belongings?” he shrugged. “Probably having someone fuck up the paint job.”

“No,” she shook her head, “That’s almost worth pressing charges. I know something better.” She reached down and popped the hood.

Grabbing a few tools from the bag on the ground beside Warren, Jameson strode to the front of the car, and lifted the hood. He watched, impressed, as she disconnected the wires and pulled out the spark plugs. Dropping the plugs into her bag, she closed the hood, and relocked the car.

“You know this probably isn’t the best activity for a week night?” he said, following her back to her car.

“What? You think we should have waited until the weekend?” she asked, throwing her bag into the trunk and then heading for the driver’s side. “Get in. I can’t leave my car here now. In fact, I probably shouldn’t park it here for a couple of weeks.” She reached over and unlocked the passenger side.

“I’m thinking that probably wasn’t a smart thing to do, considering all of the cameras in the parking lot,” he said, sliding in beside of her.

She leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips. “Worried about me,” she grinned, starting the car.

“I’m worried that I seem to be the good influence in this relationship. That’s not usually how it works,” he said, brows furrowed.

“I don’t know which I’m more concerned about, the fact that you think I would let myself be caught on camera, or that you just said ‘relationship’” she laughed and pulled out on to a back street. “Don’t worry. I shut down a few of the parking lot cameras before I came out.”

She pulled into an empty parking space at the end of the next street. Turning the car off, she said, “Tell me where you live and I’ll drive you home.”

Warren slipped his arm on to the back of her seat and pulled her closer, “I don’t have a curfew,” he breathed into her ear. He slid the other hand across her lap and up to her waist.

“I do,” she said, licking the edge of his ear. She felt his hand clutch at her hips. “But that’s never stopped me before,” she said as she felt his hand slide under her shirt to her bare skin.

He licked his tongue along her lips and she responded flicking her tongue out gently to touch his. Raising her hand she reached out to run her fingers through his red-streaked hair. She trailed her hand down his arm, felt the muscles under the jacket, and quickly tugged his arms free from the leather.

He trailed kisses down her neck as she worked his jacket off. Now, with his arms free, he slid both hands under her shirt. When his fingers reached the silky material of her bra he tugged, until one breast was freed. Massaging the nipple with his finger tips, he pulled her shirt up and leaned forward, but the steering wheel prevented any further maneuvering.

“Climb into the back seat,” she gasped, reaching down to rub her hand across the bulge in his jeans.

Warren felt the heat explode through him at her touch. Barely able to pull it back at the last moment, he followed her quickly into the back seat. He lowered himself on top of her, supporting most of his weight to one side of her. He used the other hand to move her shirt up so he could lick her nipples. He sucked and flicked the tight pebbles with his tongue. Hearing her moan in pleasure, he started to move his hand down towards the button of her jean, when a loud rap on the window had him sitting bolt up right.

Catching himself before he fell off of the edge of the seat, he looked towards the side window. Through the fogged pane, he could make out a uniformed guard.

Jameson pulled her shirt down and reached across to lower the window a fraction. “Can we help you, Officer,” she asked nonplused.

“Your dad’s looking for you, Jameson. You’d better get home.” The security guard headed back towards his car.

She knew he’d be sure to report back to her dad that she had been found, along with where she was and what she was doing. Smiling, she reached over to kiss Warren gently. “Sorry, party’s over. If I don’t leave now, someone will be sent to get me.” Sighing, she wished they hadn’t found her so quickly.

The shock of being discovered had cooled Warren off pretty quickly, but he still had trouble climbing back into the front seat.

“How much trouble will you be in,” he asked after giving her directions to his house.

“I’ve been in worse,” she replied smiling. “Nothing to worry about. I don’t think I’ll have any free time for a few days though. And, school starts Monday. Maybe by next Friday, I can come by the park again.” She leaned over to kiss him again, once they had pulled up in front of his house.

“Maybe, I should come in to talk to your dad…” he suggested.

“Really,” she looked at him in disbelieve.

“No, not really” he laughed.

“Good,” she kissed him again. “I was beginning to doubt your common sense.” She reached into the back seat. “Hey, I’ve got another book for you. No rush to read it though. It’ll be awhile before I can see you again.”

He climbed out of the car, wondering if seeing her again would be good for either of them.

After she drove away, he looked down at the book in his hand, Beowulf.

He shook his head and turned towards his house. He had an epic to read.

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