Fireworks Over Maggie (standard:romance, 2122 words)
Author: Bob Kain	Added: Jan 15 2001	Views/Reads: 4101/2372	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A small-town carnival...4th of July fireworks, and Maggie. What more could a guy need?

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got a blanket from the car and watched them from the  hill over there," 
I said, pointing to a dark rise about a quarter of a mile away. 

"That sounds perfect", Maggie purred back at me.   We hurried back to
the car and drove out of the carnival parking area, down the road a 
short distance where I pulled off the road and parked.  The knoll was 
directly beside where we had parked.  It was part of a field that had 
been left to fallow.  Covered in tall grass and clover, it would be an 
easy walk to the top.  I grabbed a blanket and a small flashlight out 
of the trunk and we began walking up the slope. 

In only a few minutes we had reached the top of the hill.  I spread the
blanket on the grass and we sat down and settled in to watch the show.  
Below us, the lights of the carnival rides twinkled, spinning and 
winking at us as they twirled their passengers on their dizzying path.  
Music from the merry-go-round drifted up our hill, loud enough to be 
heard but not so loud as to be intrusive.  Sitting with my arm around 
Maggie's shoulders, taking in this scene, I remembered her words and 
thought that she was right.  This was perfect.  The scene itself was 
almost perfect.  But to share it with this beautiful woman, who had so 
quickly found her way to my heart and had become such a necessary part 
of my life, made the perfection complete. 

Hundreds of sparklers were suddenly lighted at one end of the carnival
grounds.  It was obvious that the show was about to begin.  I scooted 
behind Maggie, putting my legs out beside her and putting my arms 
around her waist.  She wrapped her arms around mine and leaned back 
into me.  We sat like that, quietly watching the dancing glow of the 
sparklers, anxious for what was to come. 

Overhead, the first rocket burst, sending a glowing shower of red, green
and blue shooting out from the middle of the huge wheel it seemed to 
create.  A split second later we heard the boom of the explosion and I 
felt Maggie's body involuntarily jerk for just a second at the sudden 
jolt to our ears.  Smiling to myself, my arms tightened around her and 
I kissed her lightly on her neck.  In return I heard a soft "mmmm..." 
escape from Maggie's throat and she wiggled just a little, getting her 
body even tighter to me. 

As more shells burst above us, I became less and less aware of the
fireworks and more and more aware of the warmth and the softness of 
Maggie's body, and very aware of the stirrings it was causing within 
me.  I took my arms from around her.  One hand pulled her long, blonde 
hair to the side and the other hand pulled the collar of her blouse 
back a little.  "Thought you wanted to see the fireworks," Maggie 
murmured as I ran my lips and tongue over her shoulder and up her neck. 
 I didn't answer, just kept kissing her, my hands sliding up and down 
her arms and shoulders.  I could feel the goose bumps breaking out on 
her arms.  When I allowed my hands to wander and brush softly over her 
breasts,  they responded instantly to my touch, swelling and growing 
harder in my palms.  Maggie's breath came quicker, her head tilted back 
and her eyes closed.  Emboldened by her reaction, I slid one hand down 
her body, moving over and between her thighs. 

"Bob....", she whispered. 

"Yes, Maggie? 

"Don't' stop...please, don't stop". 

Maggie didn't need to worry.  I had no intention of stopping.  My body
was on fire and my brain had dispelled all thoughts except how much I 
wanted and needed to make love to her.  Moving from behind to sit 
beside her, our lips found each other and as we kissed we lay down on 
the blanket.  Our kisses were short, but heated, becoming longer and 
more passionate with each one.   My hand ran over her body, exploring 
every curve.  Soft touches at first, then more urgent, more demanding.  
I tugged her blouse from the waist of her shorts and as my hand roamed 
over her soft skin I could feel the heat building in her.  Her hands 
had slipped under my shirt, one digging desperately into my back while 
the other ran over my chest, sending chills down my spine. 

Above us the fireworks display had increased in its intensity and our
passion grew to keep pace.  We sat up and both of us began fumbling and 
tugging at the other's clothing.   As each piece of clothing came off 
it was tossed to the side with no thought of being able to find it 
later.  Now completely naked, Maggie lay back down on the blanket.  But 
as desperate as I was to make love to her, the sight of her lying there 
made me stop for a moment.  The glow of the fireworks bathed her lush 
body in shimmering, soft colors.   It was a sight I wanted to burn into 
my brain, never to forget, wanting to remember this night forever.  
Rocket bursts reflected from her eyes, and when I looked into them, our 
eyes locked, her look one of both heated desire and pleading.   Her 
eyes pushed me over the edge and I fell upon her, as if to devour her.  
 My kisses found every inch and every nook of her body, neglecting no 
part of her.  As I moved over her, I could hear Maggie's soft moans 
urging me on and feel her demanding body moving against me, seeking 
even more attention. 

With a strong push, Maggie rolled me onto my back and now it was she
devouring me.   Her hands and mouth were everywhere, sending shock 
waves through my body.  My hands wrapped themselves in her hair and I 
heard my own voice begging her not to stop.   She threw one leg over me 
and in the same motion she came down, taking me inside of her.  The 
sensation was unbelievable and for a moment we both stopped moving.  
When I looked up at her, I could see the fireworks exploding over her 
head and I felt that I might too explode.  For a second I thought of 
what sort of perverse silhouette we must be making on top of this hill 
for the carnival goers to see and wonder over. 

Then Maggie started to move, and all thoughts were gone from my mind. 
She moved swiftly, hungrily, as if seeking to pull my very soul from my 
body.    Her head was tilted back, her eyes closed, teeth biting into 
her lower lip.  Her movements quickened still and her intensity 
increased with them, driving me to heights I had never before known.  
My body was screaming for release and I threw myself against her, 
matching her fervor with my own.  Just when I was sure that my entire 
body was going to explode, Maggie stiffened, then threw herself down on 
top of me.  A thunderous roar came from the sky as the fireworks finale 
exploded over us.   As if for emphasis her body started convulsing 
wildly, setting off my own convulsions and our bodies flowed into one 
another, our screams thankfully drowned out by the explosions above us. 


As the fireworks faded from the sky, our bodies calmed and we lay
together, silently holding one another.  We shared gentle kisses and 
soft caresses, conveying unspoken feelings and promises with our gaze.  
I tugged on the edge of the blanket, pulling it over us.  There were 
still people down below.   It wouldn't do to turn on the flashlight 
just now to look for the clothes that we had strewn about the hill.   I 
pulled the blanket tighter around us and pulled Maggie's head to my 
chest.   When everyone had gone, then we could look...but they needn't 
hurry.   Tomorrow morning would be soon enough. 


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