Chapter 2
Jesse
I was on an extended holiday away from my family in Greece. I was self-exiled looking for a clean slate where my mistakes didn’t follow me like a black cloud over my head. America promised to welcome immigrants to the land of the free and the home of the brave. I wanted to carve out my piece of the American dream.
I wasn’t expecting to cross these great states with my thumb out. There was very little money in my pockets and there was no way I could leave a digital footprint by using credit cards. Odd jobs were my way of keeping food in my belly.
Sleeping under the stars with my backpack as a pillow had me embracing nature. I had seen the interest of the female gender staring at me with more than a passing interest. I was drawn to a shy confidence. The brazen and bold throwing themselves at me wasn’t a challenge.
The booth in the back of the diner was my way of hiding in plain sight. My dark hair was styled a different way to cover the windows to the soul. Working out had become a guilty pleasure and the results from using my hands had given me a reason to seek out suitable companionship.
When she flashed me with her all American body on display, I was in stunned appreciation for the cherry tips that looked delicious. She was definitely a fine example of American pie. I had to retract my tongue from lying on the floor. She turned away embarrassed by her actions and gave me a stirring down below not to be ignored.
I got up and made my way over leaving the required nomination for my bill on the table.
I put my hands on their table and they were staring without saying a word. I held the last quarter in my possession and chose a song on the jukebox.
“Can I have this dance?” She looked around confused as if I was talking to somebody else.
I used a bit of dominance to make her yelp with surprise when I dragged her out of the booth. I had no problem acting the fool to make a good first impression. I could see out of the corner of my eye other women getting the basic idea that men who didn’t take a chance weren’t worth their time.
“Do you always grab strange women and dance with them?”
“Do you always flash strange men in diners? I thought one good turn deserved another.” The music was slow giving me a reason to hold her close with her breasts poking her nipples into my chest.
There wasn’t an inch between us and the heat of the moment had us under its spell. Her breath was short.
“We are making a scene.”
“Do you really care about what other people think? When you get the chance to dance you should never turn down the opportunity. Life is full of little surprises.” There was a glow about her and I wanted to find all those little things to make her squeal in orgasmic delight.
“I have learned the hard way sometimes it’s better to force yourself to do things you wouldn’t normally do.” Her lips were crimson baiting me to come closer.
I grazed her cheek with my fingertips and combed back her hair with my hand. There was a collective sigh with one older woman succumbing by almost passing out. I wasn’t about hesitating and it was time to break down the gate of her resistance.
“My name is Jesse. I think it’s quite obvious that I’m not from around here. The Greek blood running through my veins can make me impulsive. I look at you and I wonder what it would take to get you out of your clothes.” She was blushing and it was a sweet departure from those girls picking their moments to seduce.
“You don’t waste any time.”
“We only get this one life. I don’t know about you, but I want to experience everything before I leave this mortal coil. There is a reason why we met on this highway of life. You felt it in the air and couldn’t deny yourself. I find you a breath of fresh air.” I spun her around the makeshift dance floor in the diner and dipped her low enough to take her breath away.
“You really don’t have any shame. I feel that I would be a vast disappointment compared to the other girls you have been with.” She was trying to talk herself out of doing something to make her blood pump.
“Every woman is different. I’m not attracted to overconfidence. I like your naiveté and innocence. You haven’t really lived, but you are making up for lost time. I can respect the need to reinvent yourself.” I was leading and she was following picking up the steps to a dirty dance with no name.
“You got all of that from looking into my eyes and my body language?”
“A woman like you is a rare bottle of wine uncorked and waiting for somebody to come along to enjoy the taste and intoxication you leave behind.” People were watching and I could only hope this was giving them ideas to spend an afternoon under the cover of darkness.
“You do know all the right things to say. It’s unfortunate that we didn’t meet a couple of months ago. My friends and I are just passing through, but you are more than welcome to join us. I doubt that I will have to twist their arms.” She was giving me an invitation and I was inclined to take her up on her offer.
“I don’t want to impose. It would be a pleasure to get to know you.” The underlying meaning of my words made her legs buckle and I had to hold her around the waist.
The song came to an end and the deafening applause made me turn and playfully bow in response. The lady in question was fanning herself. The heat outside had nothing over the explicit show of seduction on the diner floor. She told me her name was Melody. I was determined to make her sing a different high pitched tune.
“Ladies, I would like to formally introduce Jesse. I’m sure there’s not going to be one complaint about him joining us.” I would have taken a run at any one of them, but Melody was the only one that I had eyes for.
There was something gentle and sweet to be corrupted. I had the loving that she was going to like. My moves on the dance floor undoubtedly gave her ideas about what I would be like in bed. I was drinking the decadent champagne of her words. Her body language was crying out for the kind of satisfaction that only I could give her.
“I’m sure that we can make room for him. Every woman in this place is going to be jealous when we walk out the door.” Introductions were made and Angel wasn’t very subtle about what she thought of him.
“I’m going to give you fair warning. Hurt her and you’re going to have to answer to me. You are an impressive specimen, but I’m not convinced of your sincerity. Watch your step. I will be watching.” Angel was scary, but I wasn’t going to let her curb my sexual appetite for the woman I coveted.
“I appreciate how you protect your friends. She’s lucky to have you in her corner. I think we both know her mind is made up. Breaking her heart is not on my list of things to do.” The obstacle of her friends was not insurmountable.
“I don’t know what the two of you are whispering about. I’m not going to pry. Jesse, sit down and tell us more about yourself. I’m sure there’s a story of how you came to be an America. I can’t speak for my friends, but I would very much like to hear it. They sometimes get tired of me talking to complete strangers. I think this time they will make an exception.” Melody had a kind heart and this need to be a fly on the wall.
I had already eaten, but it was fun to take her fork and feed her like a pampered princess. She looked a little shaken, but I think she enjoyed the attention. It was a good way to pave the way for something more intimate to happen between us. Little things to make them smile were what women really wanted from their man. I had no problem making the effort to see her smile.
“I’m sure that you’ll find my story boring. I came here looking for my piece of the American dream. It’s a good thing I don’t mind singing and working for my supper. I’ve been told that I have the voice to melt the panties off a woman.” They all shifted nervously not accustomed to a man talking with blatant disregard. I had no filter.
“Guys could take lessons from you. Women want a strong man, but they also need to see there is nothing to fear. It’s a balancing act and not very many can accomplish it.” Melody had said a mouthful.
“I have found American women a little prudish. Europeans are far more open with their bodies. Walking around nude on the beach is common. I like the freedom of having no clothes on. There’s no hiding anything when you are skin to skin. It allows you to express yourself physically.” I waited at the counter with my black backpack over my shoulder.
I could feel every female undressing me with their eyes. It was tempting to strip down to my birthday suit to give them the opportunity to commit my body to memory. It would be my gift to them, but I didn’t want to get arrested for indecent exposure. I decided to give them the next best thing.
I slowly unbuttoned my shirt exposing to them my bronze body and Greek perfection. The rippling of my muscles glistening with excitement had the locals at a loss for words.
“I can see that you’re going to be a bad influence on us. I hope you don’t mind sitting in the front seat with me. You have barely scratched the surface of your story. You weren’t very clear about the reason why you came to America. I’m not buying this vague notion of trying to find your piece of the American dream.” Melody was easy on the eyes, but her words conveyed suspicion.
Was I that transparent? I had a feeling I was in trouble. It would’ve been easy to walk away. I couldn’t bring myself to do it even though she made me feel like I couldn’t keep secrets.
“It’s a long and complicated story. We don’t know each other well enough for me to be open and honest. There are always ways to rectify that. We both know what I’m talking about. I hope you don’t have some insane idea of finding a motel room for the night. We should share resources. I can show you how to fish, but I don’t want to presume that you don’t know how to.” Sitting beside her with that skirt showing her long and luscious legs made a certain part of me unfurl in appreciation.
She wasn’t an open book, but I had pages in my own story that needed to remain under lock and key. Sometimes it was what wasn’t said that made a bigger impression. They didn’t notice, but I was constantly looking in the mirror thinking that my past was going to come around the corner to bite me in the ass. They weren’t going to let me go easily.