Temporary Secretary

Thirty-Seven

George's hand moved smoothly up my thigh, getting closer to the one place that was desiring to be touched more than anywhere else. His lips still on mine, my hands at the nape of this neck, my proper frame of mind coming back to me.

You can't do this.

I broke away from the kiss, much to George's dismay.

"What's the matter, love?"

"George, I-I can't do this."

George moved off of me, sitting in front of me instead as I sat up on the bed.

He ran a hand through his hair and over his forehead, an ashamed look on his face.

"I shouldn't have even came here. I'm sorry." He said, getting up from the bed.

"No, George. Wait, please."

"No, Amethyst. I should leave before Paul gets back."

"Are you going to be okay?" I asked quietly.

"Yeah, I'll be all right." He said, offering a sheepish smile.

"By the sight in your trousers, I don't believe it." I joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Oh, shut your mouth. I'm sure that you're dripping wet wanting to have me."

"In your dreams, Harrison."

"That's where you'll be, love." George said, the mood suddenly serious again.

I watched him as he turned to leave, my emotions starting to stir once more. I ran up to him, turning him around to face me and placed my lips on his.

"What was that for, love?" He asked, once I broke apart the kiss.

"I don't know, George. I'm so conflicted, I feel so trapped."

"What do you mean?"

"I think it's just the fact that I'm only twenty-one, I'm engaged, and I have a baby. That free spirit inside me is just wanting to break free." I said, as I hugged him with my head on his chest.

I heard him breath, as if he was deep in thought.

"What time is Paul supposed to be home?"

I glanced at the clock on the bedside table behind us, it being seven o'clock.

"Not for another hour or so, why?"

"If you want..." He began quietly, "I can give you a bit of freedom. I'm not opposed to it, but it's your decision."

His offer was appealing, I'm not going to lie, but I still was unsure.

"What do you mean, exactly?"

"Well, I've got two options. We either finish what we started earlier, or we can just sit naked in the backyard and stare at each other." He said, the last part being a joke. That, I could tell from his laughter.

I giggled into his chest, inhaling his sweet scent of cologne.

"How about both?" I said daringly.

You're doing it again, Amethyst.

"Really, love? Are you sure?" George said, surprised that I had changed my mind.

"I need to, George."

"Well, if you're absolutely positive, shall we go?"

I took George's hand and led him to the backyard, where he sat on the grass and I sat on my knees.

"Where do we start then?" I asked seductively.

What are you doing, Amethyst?! What about Paul?

"Well, first of all, the clothes need to disappear?"

"Show me how, Houdini." 

With my words, George began removing my clothes, taking his time and being as gentle as possible. 

Once my clothes were completely removed, George sat and admired me for a minute or two. I, on the other hand, felt at one with nature. I felt completely free. The soft grass brushing against my skin, the summer breeze wafting through my hair. I crawled closer to George and began unbuttoning his shirt, taking it off along with the rest of his clothes. He wrapped his arms around me, gently caressing my back as he laid me down onto the soft Earth.

"You're so beautiful, love." He said sweetly into my ear.

"I know I'm not as young as I once was, and I may not look as good as Paul, but I know how to treat a girl right." He said, looking into my eyes.

I pulled him down to me, his lips meeting mine once more as his hand made its way down to my core. His nimble guitarist fingers working their magic as I had to break away from our kiss to let out a moan.

"You sure aren't worried about the neighbors, are you, love?" He asked jokingly.

"Let them hear me, I don't care." I said quickly.

George took himself in his hand, running his length up and down my core teasingly before entering me.

He began to rock his hips at a steady rhythm and I did my best to match his slow and tender pace.

"Right there, George..." I moaned into the night air.

The feeling of the grass beneath me, the sight of the moon and stars above me, brought me to a place where I needed to be. I was free for that little moment in time.

Our moans were released into the night as we hit our highs, the stars shining down on us in shame, but neither one of us seemed to care.

Right as George was moving to lay beside me, I heard the back door open and a gasp come from the thresh hold.

"Are the two of you insane?"