Discovering Red Fishnet Girl_(2)

Rushing quickly to get to work, checking my bag, filling my thermos, packing my lunch, I felt off kilter this morning. It was the first warm day of spring in the city and could lead to some interesting views on the way in. I wondered what length the skirts would be on some of the attractive business women as they sashayed on the sidewalk. It was an annual right of passage that women would come out of their winter cocoon on this first warm day to show what men had been missing.

I was still rather groggy as I started my car, more intuition than thought put into my route to work this day. To shorten the ride, I had developed a few critical shortcuts to get me in the parking deck and office before it filled up. I rode down the road reaching for my thermos and turning down my first side street. Taking a sip of my tasty blend of fresh brewed coffee, I almost spit it all out. Little did my eyes believe what was half a block in front of me walking my way. Luckily, this side road had a speed bump so I slowed down to take care of the car and my eyes.

There she was… walking with her backpack, probably to the school around the block, and taking her time as she vaped a little. She was in a dark blue jean skirt that barely hit her mid-thigh. She had a red, tight tshirt on with a black fishnet over the top of it and a blue jean jacket. Her make-up screamed goth and so did the tight red fishnet stockings she had on under her skirt. The black combat boots completed the look and made me wonder what she was listening to with her earphones.

She must have seen me notice her, maybe from half a block away, as I slowed down to a crawl. The music I had on was easily able to be heard because I had the windows down on a perfect morning. I slowed to a crawl to go over the speed bump and she looked right in my eyes. I couldn’t help but smile… her hazel eyes with the black hair and red fishnets made me stiffen immediately. She knew from a distance that she had me and she smiled back.

Not knowing what to do, much less if I should say anything, I drove by fighting the urge that won me over. I looked one last time as I passed her and she was waiting for it… looking directly in my eyes as she vaped and opened her mouth to blow out. There was something telling me she wanted to see what I would do when I saw her mouth lift off the vape pen, shaped liked a deliberate O. I was lucky not to hit the next car in the street, pretty sure I swerved a good 3-4 feet in the moment. Then I pressed on to work, thinking often of her all day and why she had been waiting to see me look at her as I passed.

After work I went right home, slammed a beer and closed my eyes on the couch as I led myself into a frenzied state quickly seeing her over and over again with those fishnets, her boots, and those lips. The next day was raining, but I still struck out on the same shortcut, hoping to see her again of course. This time I was more awake, lustful, and encouraged that maybe this was her way to get to school. Thoughts going through my head like, “it’s raining, can I give you a lift?” “do you live around here?” and the inevitable “want to come over to my house after school?”

I knew all these thoughts were crazy and would never lead me to follow through. It was not worth the trouble I told myself and that I knew better. By the end of that day, I had resolved my libido to the lame reality that this little bit of sweetness was just a wonderful memory to have in the ol’ spankbank.

The following day was Saturday. I had an assortment of errands to run and made the most of the nice weather to be out and about. I had picked up a bunch of things at a variety of stores and was on the way home. Shit! I forgot the beer I wanted to have tonight when my friend came over. I chose to go to the local store around the corner, rather than return to the big grocery store. The store was pretty empty and I headed back to the cooler to choose my favorite beer for a warm day. As I pulled out a twelve pack and turned, there she was. She was in the chips aisle, biting her lip, and half-looking my way. She turned towards me to ask something, “hey mister….” And stopped mid-sentence. Her eyes twinkled as she realized it was me, the guy from the other day. She continued but changed her tune, “are you gonna drink those on your own?”

“Not sure yet” I said as I choked up inside that I just said that, and that it came out so naturally. My mind was reeling. I meant that I wasn’t sure if my friend would actually make it to my place tonight, but those three words alone left a lot hanging in the air.

“Want a drinking buddy?” she said as I looked into her playful hazel eyes rimmed by black eyeliner.

Here I was in the local store where the people knew me, and this local girl is inviting herself over. This felt like a trap, but her eyes said something more. I knew she meant it, but I didn’t know how to handle the whole situation. I had to think fast and not let anyone see me talking with her so openly in public. She seemed to understand my hesitation and pretended to look at the chips again. I whispered, “meet me out back in five”, she grinned, and without waiting for an answer I went to the counter to pay. The guy at the counter was watching a baseball game on a small set behind the counter. He clearly had no idea about the little conversation I had had with… damn, I want to know her name, her bra size, the contours of her lips, etc

I paid for the beer and drove around the back by the alley. Not knowing if she would come in the back or not, I was struggling not to drive off. In truth, I was making a fairly tight tent in my jeans as I thought about what the hell I was even doing.

I tried to find something “cool” to put on the radio, then turned it off. I had so many different emotions running through me that I almost cracked open a beer right in the parking lot.

There was no one else in the back parking lot when she walked out from the side of the building. I could tell by her step that she was nervous but wanted to give off an air of confidence. She walked around my car, looking over her shoulder at me and smiling, and opened up the passenger door.