After the movie, he introduces her to his co-workers and invites her to dinner at her favorite restaurant.
Several of their friends were lined up at the concession stand in couples or groups. They stopped to say hello. After chatting a few minutes, they headed to Taco Village, owned, by Diego’s uncle, and ordered their meals.
Diego’s cousins all worked for their father. They made a point of coming over to visit. Janet felt very on display. Diego could tell it was making her uncomfortable. When their food was served, he asked the cousin who served it to tell the others to stop.
“It’s like you guys never saw me with a date before. Why’s it such a big deal?”
His cousin Concetta tilted her head, staring at him a moment. “I dunno. You just look different. So happy. I guess we never saw you this way.”
“I look the same, Concetta.”
“Okay,” she said with a shrug. Tossing her long, black ponytail, she walked away.
After their meal, they drove to the park near Janet’s home and sat on the swings. The golden sunlight of the late summer sunset wreathed Janet in glorious orange and pink, turning her hair into a bronze halo.
Diego hopped off his swing, catching hers. He held it still, pushing the swing back until her mouth was even with his. She hung, suspended by the chains, mere inches from him. He stood between her legs, pressing against her, as his lips met hers.
Janet felt something firm press against her inner thigh. It took her a moment to realize what it was. When she did, she didn’t know whether to be surprised or humiliated. Moisture flooded her panties, making her self-conscious. Could he feel that, the way she felt him? Had she peed on herself? What was it?
Diego held her close, rubbing against her, throbbing hard and hot against her leg. She wanted to pull away, but at the same time, she didn’t. It felt naughty and wonderful at once, and she didn’t want it to stop. In fact, she wanted it to continue. It felt amazing. His mouth moved from her lips to her earlobe and down her neck. He nibbled on her shoulder and licked behind her ear. His breath felt hot in her skin, making her shiver. A small moan escaped her.
Janet felt Diego’s lips twitch in a smile. He’d done that on purpose, just to see how she’d react. Her nipples stiffened and another gush of warmth flooded from her. She had no idea how to respond to his advances. She knew he should stop, but it felt so incredibly good, she didn’t want to.
A piercing whistle got their attention. “Hey, you kids! The park’s closing!” A stout police officer walked across the lawn. “Need to head home, park’s closing.”
“Sorry, officer. Yes, sir,” Diego said.
“Yes, sir,” Janet said quietly.
“Sorry to butt in,” the man said. “But if you hang around, I gotta take you to the station. It’s my job.”
“No, we understand. Lost track of time,” Diego explained.
“No problem, kid. You have a nice evening.”
“Thank you, sir. You too.”
The officer waited until they got in Diego’s car and drove off, before heading to his vehicle. Diego was careful of his speed, suspecting the officer might follow them. His concern was well founded. They spotted the police cruiser when they turned down Janet’s street. It drove by on the cross street, not following them down the narrow side street.
“Well, that was interesting,” he said with a nervous laugh.
“It’s okay. He was nice about it anyway.”
“Yeah, some cops get nasty—white girl with a Chicano.”
“Why?”
“Hot blooded Mexican man with a white girl?” He rolled his eyes. “What do you think?”
“You’d never hurt me,” Janet said. “I’d trust you with my life.”
“I love you, Janet.”
“I love you, too.”
They kissed for some time, sealing the declaration of love they’d just shared. Diego stopped kissing her and he sat with his forehead resting on hers.
“Don’t make me wait too long, baby.”
Janet remembered how he felt between her thighs, so hard and hot, pulsing with every beat of his heart.
“I won’t,” she said softly. “But I want it special. I don’t want to be in the back seat of the car.”
“Me neither,” he said with a chuckle. “I’m too tall.”
“Mom wants me on the pill,” she said quietly. “I told her we were dating.”
“She was cool with that?”
“Yeah, surprisingly, she was. She said—she said…. She’d buy—supplies.” She covered her face. “I can’t believe I said that. Our first date’s not even quite over and I’m telling you my mom will buy us condoms.”
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