Flintrock High School – Friday Afternoon, March 10, 1989
The buzzer sounded and signaled the end of the school day. Flintrock students streamed out of the exits to the parking lot filled with buses. Bobby with no books or backpack twirled his keys as he walked alone down the hallway. His eyes followed the floor apparently deep in thought. He exited the side entrance to the parking lot with cars that seniors with a job or a parent’s endowment drove to school.
“Hey . . . ”
He looked over his shoulder and found Jessie leaned back against the wall; one foot rested against it hidden by her long, blue skirt; the other sandaled foot showed off the only part of her exposed leg. Her white blouse was unbuttoned to her midriff, its seam seductively laid open to reveal the lace that barely covered the supple mounds of flesh. He smiled with surprise. Was it astonishment to see her or what she nonchalantly revealed?
“Didn’t expect you’d still be here,” Bobby said.
“Life’s a game of finding out how far you can stretch the rules.” And what Mammie don’t know can’t hurt me.
“You pull off the Pentecostal look— ”
“It’s what you can’t see that you want isn’t it?” She reached for his hand and drew him in, his face so close she could feel the warmth of his breath. Her eyes focused on his, but she knew what lay over his shoulder deeper in the parking lot—the powder-puff blue coupe with three girls standing next to it.
“Kiss me,” she purred.
His eyes glanced to the closed door, then back to her eyes.
“Here?”
“Now.”
As soon as his lips touched hers, she slid in her tongue, drawing a deep kiss. She drifted her arms around his waist and drew him in with her sandaled foot. His arms supported her as he pressed in.
“Mmmm. Bobby’s got a big one. Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me?”
“I’m available. She pinged my head with my ring.”
“Well, then . . . ” She lowered her feet to stand and grabbed her backpack that rested against the wall. “Let’s seal the deal.” She took his hand to lead him to the parking lot. Perplexed from the sudden end to their passion, Bobby saw beyond Jessie the twin blondes with Lauren standing between his metallic blue Camaro and her powder puff blue coupe. Lauren sauntered towards him, her hand swiping the side of his car. When she reached the taillight, she held up her keys with a penetrating, defiant look.
“Hey!” He dropped Jessie’s hand and ran ahead. The girls laughed as they slid into Lauren’s car and waved their arms as powder-puff blue streaked the lot.
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Copyright 2017 © Jeff Cambridge
Excerpt from PURSUIT, a novel by Jeff Cambridge, a writer of transformational fiction with characters that tell life-changing stories.
This is a pre-published scene.
To read the scenes sequentially, begin with
“PURSUIT: A Novel – Prologue”
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