A story. A fantasy.
I got to babysit my friend’s 9 year old daughter. She’s cute, slender and has dishwater blonde shoulder-length hair. We decided to have a slumber party and play Monopoly, so I brought out a bunch of pillows and blankets, and fixed us some popcorn.
Halfway through our game, we started trying to catch popcorn in our mouths. Then we started trying to throw it into each other’s mouths. We were laughing and giggling so hard. I threw a piece of popcorn at her, completely missing and got her between the eyes. From there it devolved into throwing popcorn at each other, making a mess.
At that point I grabbed a handful of popcorn and threw it at her. She lunged toward me, and sort of tackled me. I was flat on my back, her right knee between my legs, her left to my right. She had both my hands pinned to the floor above my head. It was pretty much a stalemate.
We both were silent, as we gazed into each other’s eyes. She was beautiful. Smooth pale skin. Her gorgeous blue eyes. Her hair hanging down above my face. We lay there what seemed like several minutes, but really only a few seconds. I smiled. She smiled. Without thinking, I pouted my lips. She leaned in and gave me a peck kiss.
I smiled again. I was so happy and turned on. The words just came out of my mouth: “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she said, still smiling.
My better judgement kicked in at this point, and I realized that it couldn’t go any further. By then, she had let go of my arms, so I raised up. I wrapped my arms around her, and turned her over, so she was now sitting up, between my knees and leaning against me. She grabbed my arms and wrapped them around her. I rested my head on her right shoulder. She was soft and warm, and smelled like fresh body wash and clean laundry.
I closed my eyes, her smooth face against mine. I thought to myself. “I love this girl so much.” I let out a sigh, before opening my eyes again, and kissing her on the cheek. “I love you,” I said aloud, again.
She turned and kissed me on the cheek. “I love you, too,” she repeated. We sat like this for a few minutes. Neither of us said much. It was weird, we were like so comfortable talking and laughing before, but once we professed our love, we both became shy again.
I finally broke the silence by asking if she wanted to watch a movie. She quickly got excited and talkative again. I grabbed the remote, and cued up the Netflix. We watched The Emperor’s New Groove, while she was still cuddled in my arms. It was the best night ever.