|Nikki (standard:drama, 823 words)|
|Author: Lawless||Added: Jan 29 2002||Views/Reads: 1874/1||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|There was this girl named Nicole. Her friends called her a bunch of various names, I called her Nikki. She was a young blonde haired girl, but she had everyone fooled, because she was a smart blonde...|
I approached her in a bar one night, a bar in a town called Sweetwater, just outside of Hillsboro. The place was quiet, and the juke box was playing an acoustic tune by Staind. Nikki sat on a bar stool fixing her hair. I walked into the familiar saloon after a long day in my garage on the other side of town, where I fix up old cars. The woman looked up and smiled. I knew exactly what I was in for with this one. She stared at me with her beautiful eyes. I thought perhaps it was my new cologne that had caught her attention, but then I quickly remembered that I had been slaving away all day on an old Chevy convertible restoration so I was still all dirty and rugged. You know how much girls like that. "Bartender," I said, "pour me a Guinness, and pour another one of what she's having." She accepted her new drink, and we toasted the special event. I took the stool beside her and a sip of my freshly poured beer. "Thanks cowboy," she said in a sweet voice. Not in a while had I heard a sound as beautiful as her voice. "Cheers." we said in unison. For the next few minutes we sat looking at each other but not speaking, we just continued enjoying our drinks and each other's company. "You look great in that outfit, darling." I said. I said it really cool like John Travolta would. "Listen friend, you wanna get out of here for a little bit? Maybe take a drive somewhere with me?" She spoke in that same sweet voice, now looking right at me with her pouty red lips and the same big beautiful green eyes. "Sure." I said without a hint of excitement, still just sipping my beer. I wanted to play hard to get and see if she took the bait. But deep down I was bubbling at the chance to get out of that dingy bar and into a more comfortable climate with this beautiful young lady. "Great!," she said and with that she grabbed up her purse and her keys. We headed outside to where we had parked. My green Kawasaki race bike, and her black Firebird stood there in the silence. No other cars were around. She said, "Lets take my car. You drive." I took the keys and we took a left turn out of the parking lot, now heading westbound on Rte. 148. In the car we talked a little, but mostly she sat quiet enjoying the wind blowing through her hair from the open T-tops of the Firebird. "This car runs well for an '79" I said, trying to spark some small talk. "There is a nice spot up ahead on the side of the road where you can pull off and park." She said, ignoring the car-talk. "Oh the lookout point, on the left side of the highway?" I asked. "That's the one." She said, still looking at me. Though this time when our eyes met she winked at me. I drove another half a mile. Just like she had said, off on the left was a small area of shoulder off the side of the highway where drivers could park. Often drivers would get out to see the view from the cliff, or to stretch their legs if they had been driving for a long time. "Right here is good," she said, "Lets get out and look down on the ocean." "Okay," I replied. In my mind I was thinking about the time I had made out with a girl in high school on a similar roadside situation, on the hood of my old Corvette. I closed the door to the car, and walked to the front where she was waiting for me. She said nothing. Then in a flash she grabbed me, and threw me to the ground. Then she proceeded to-- --when we finished the sun was already coming up. We felt exhausted and refreshed all at once. It was an awesome feeling. She asked if I lived near. I told her that I worked near here, and that I often stopped into the bar where we had met after hours. She said that she would look for me the next time that she was in town. I told her I would enjoy that. She tossed me the keys one more time and we drove back to the bar. We kissed once in front of the bar, then in a flash she was gone. She jumped in her car and peeled out fast in the Pontiac, leaving a cloud of dust behind. I took my helmet from the side of my bike and started my own machine. After a few revs of my engine, I too was gone from the bar and heading home to rest before work started up again in a few hours... Tweet
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