|Fireworks Over Maggie (standard:romance, 2122 words)|
|Author: Bob Kain||Added: Jan 15 2001||Views/Reads: 2611/1337||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A small-town carnival...4th of July fireworks, and Maggie. What more could a guy need?|
Fireworks Over Maggie Small town carnivals...you can't beat them. You can have your Disney World's and your Great Adventure's, I'll take the small town carnival over them any day. It was the Fourth of July, still very hot although it was after nine and the sun had gone down a short time ago. Maggie and I strolled through the dusty carnival grounds, holding hands and giggling like teenagers. We had been here for about an hour, thus far doing nothing but laughing and gorging ourselves with that special food you can only get at a carnival. Sausages smothered in green peppers and fried onions, french fries doused in vinegar, snow cones, cotton candy, candy apples and for dessert, a piping hot funnel cake, dripping with grease and covered with powdered sugar. We stopped and stood for awhile, listening to a local three piece country band. Seemed that every time I heard one of these bands they always had one singer that was pretty good, but was always singing backup. This lead singer was bad...really bad. Not wanting to laugh, and it was very hard not to do so, we moved off through the crowd that had gathered and headed to the other end of the grounds. "Can we ride the Ferris Wheel, please?" Maggie asked. "Sure thing, Mags." I went over to the ticket booth, buying a half dozen just in case we felt the urge for more rides. The line was pretty short at the Ferris Wheel and in just a couple of minutes we went up the ramp, the ride attendant slammed the safety bar shut and up we went. My arm was around Maggie's shoulder and she snuggled close, putting her arms around my waist. The giant wheel went around and around, providing a cooling breeze and a beautiful view of the carnival below and the lights of the surrounding town. All too soon the ride was over and the wheel began moving one car at a time as people got off and new riders got on. Our seat was now stopped at the top of the wheel. Maggie started to rock the seat, knowing that it would scare the hell out of me. I hated to rock in an open seat 50 feet above the ground. Feeling me tense up, Maggie turned to me with a huge grin on her face, obviously greatly enjoying my discomfort. "Don't worry, Honey, I'll take your mind off your fears", she said. And she did...putting an arm around my neck, drawing me near, then kissing me, a very long, very soft kiss. My arms went around her and the kiss became even longer and more passionate. The wheel started to move again causing our seat to rock once more but this time I was oblivious, feeling nothing but the warmth and power of Maggie's kisses. "Hey, Buddy....you have to get off". The gruff voice of the ride attendant came out of nowhere, startling both of us. I looked around to see smirking faces waiting to get on the ride and the now impatient attendant reaching to open the safety bar on our seat. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out two more tickets and handed them to the attendant. "Once more around the park, James." He gave me a look that, had I not still been feeling the euphoria of Maggie's kisses, would have made my blood curdle. But he took the tickets and slammed his hand against the control, sending us skyward once more. We didn't waste a second of this second ride. As soon as the big wheel started moving, Maggie and I began necking like we were fifteen and her parents would be waiting to take her home when we got off the ride. Oblivious to the crowd that was watching us each time our seat came into sight, our bodies molded together and our hands began to roam a bit. Slight touches, a brush with the back of the hand, nothing too obvious, but it was having a heated effect on both of us. But again, the wheel stopped, again the slow process of exchanging riders, but this time when it was our turn we broke our embrace and disembarked from the ride. Arm in arm we walked back through the dust and the people, talking softly and smiling at each other. I was wondering what else the night had to bring. Would Maggie and I make love when I took her home? Was she wondering the same thing? I didn't have many answers, but the questions were burning in my brain. My watch read 10:15 and the fireworks were scheduled for 11:00. "Maggie, the fireworks will be going off before too long. What if we Click here to read the rest of this story (124 more lines)
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