Rhett in Love

“Life doesn’t always go like that.” I moaned as his fingers touched me more aggressively.

“We’ll beat life at its’ own game, my love.” His right hand slid down between my legs. “Now let’s go have some fun in the park.”

Chapter Five

Rhett

We were back in George Square when the rain gave way.

There’s something in how the spring comes so suddenly.

And the dress she wore was yellow.

And the rain was in her hair.

How bad I wanted to tell her that I would always be there.

“George Square” by David Berkeley- Some Kind of Cure

“But we don’t actually have a picnic.” Clementine looked around nervously as we placed the sheet on the ground.

“We have a picnic basket that looks like we had a picnic and an old wine bottle.”

“It just seems so devious.” She groaned and held her skirt tightly to her legs.

“The wind isn’t going to blow your skirt up Clemmie. You’re not going to be exposed to the world.”

“You have no idea what could happen.” She blushed and then groaned. “This is seeming like a really bad idea, Rhett.”

“Why?” I pulled my belt off and placed it in a plastic bag. Then I looked down and realized that had been for nothing. I wasn’t going to be taking my pants off, so I really didn’t need to take my belt off.

“I can see little kids.” She moaned and ran her hands across her eyes. “Let’s not and say we did.”

“Let’s do and say we did.” I said and then grinned and looked around. “What kids are you talking about? I don’t see anyone.”

“I just saw a little boy riding past on his bike.” She made a face.

“Clementine, we’re covered by a bunch of trees. I really doubt that anyone is going to see us.”

“There are eyes everywhere.”

“Yeah, I mean maybe someone has a pair of binoculars and is spying on us, but they’re not going to see much, we’ll be under the blanket.”

“Binoculars? What?” She made a face and I groaned. Now I was giving her reasons to say no that she hadn’t thought of.

“I mean I doubt anyone has any.” I said stiffly and grabbed her hands. “Come on, Clemmie, this is going to be fun. Just some good ol’ fashioned American fun.”

“Sex in the park is good ol’ fashioned American fun?” She raised an eyebrow at me. “Really? Did the President create a law that said all ye citizens must have sex in public places.”

“Yes, he did.” I laughed. “He even said that those going for citizenship can prove their loyalty to the country by engaging as well.”

“That’s a great exam to have to pass.” She paused. “First, tell me if you can name the first President of the United States and now tell me if you’ve had sex on a park bench?”

“I have heard that there have been no complaints.” I nodded as I kissed her lightly. “All new citizens have been polled and they love their new country.”

“Hmm,” she kissed me back. “Does that mean that I’m going to be kicked out if I say no.”

“Yes, Clementine. If you do not have sex with me in the park today, you’ll be sent packing back to the country of your forefathers.”

“What country is that then Rhett?”

“Where’s Nanna from again?”

“You mean her grandparents?” She laughed. “Nanna is American.”

“Shhh, whoever.” I said and then sucked on her lower lip and my hand ran up her back. “It doesn’t really matter.”

“Well, they say that all people originate from one lady in Africa.” Her breath was low as my fingers moved forward and brushed her breasts.

“Africa?” I paused and looked into her eyes. “Nanna’s from Africa?”

“Nanna’s not from Africa and her parents aren’t from Africa. However, all of humanity is from Africa, back in the very old days when the first people were made.”

“Adam and Eve are African?” I stood back and blinked. “I sure didn’t know that. Who told you that?”

“No one told me that.” She rolled her eyes. “And I have no idea if Adam and Eve were African. I’m just telling you what anthropologists say based on the oldest remains they’ve found.”

“So wait a minute, if we’re all descended from this one lady in Africa does that mean we’re related?” I joked and shuddered. “Does this mean that what we’re doing is so very wrong on another level?”

“You’re sick, Rhett.” She punched me in the arm and then squealed as I pinched her nipples. “That’s not even something funny to joke about.”

“What incest isn’t cool?” I leaned forward and ran my tongue across her lips.

“Rhett, you know how to kill a mood.” She mumbled and I grinned at her.

“And I know how to bring it right back again.” I pulled her down to the ground with me and pulled the blanket over us before moving the back of her yellow dress up.

“You’re not just going to go for it, are you?” She moaned as my fingers touched her wetness. Her legs tightened on my hand and I kissed the back of her head as I rubbed her clit.

“I’m not going to go for it unless you want me to.”

“Rhett, we can’t do this.” She rubbed her ass back into me.