I went to meet a friend of mine for a drink and to watch what turned out to be the last game of the World Series. When I arrived, I saw my friend sitting with another guy. "I brought Chuck along in case you didn't show up." He told me. I understood. I do have a history of getting sidetracked a lot. I introduced myself to ole Chuck by extending my hand. "I'm Carroll." I said. I sat down next to Giovanni on his right side. I ordered my drink and the early evening was in full swing as the pregame bullshit festivities started to wind down and the first pitch was finally thrown.
Our conversation was light, if at all. Chuck appeared to be the more talkative one, whispering to Gio every other pitch. He didn't appear to mind. From a few key words I could gather here and there, he sounded like he was having girl problems.
Then she walked in.
A pretty petite blonde with a tight little ass that just would not quit. She was wearing the standard style for the time and the place, tight blue jeans, pink shirt, and a beautiful smile. I admit I took a couple to a few quick glances but Gio and Chuck stared her down.
Besides us, there were maybe a couple other people sitting at the far side of the bar and another couple sitting at a table. Then there was the bar-keep. She was a woman in her early to late forties named Margie. She knew me and Gio well because this was basically our primary hangout on the weekends. This was a Tuesday night appearance due to the baseball game. I wasn't there to pick up girls tonight, I was there to watch a game with my friend.
Suddenly, I could feel the moment happening. I have felt this before. It's a warm feeling that travels all throughout my body and ends up nesting in my loins. I was all kinds of horny. And it happens on the spur of the moment. But I also knew that SHE was going to be mine.
It may have been fifteen minutes or so when the girl went to the bathroom and Chuck made a bee-line back to Gio and I. He sat back down and I heard him ask him for a twenty dollar loan in so he could buy this girl some drinks. Maybe my horny radar is off tonight. Maybe the poor sap is gonna get lucky after all. Gio handed him the money as the girl then returned. Chuck rejoined her.
She kept on glancing over at me periodically (radar is fine) as Chuck spent every last dime he borrowed from Gio on this girl. It was when he went to use the bathroom when she got up off the stool and onto her feet and strolled ever so delicately to where Gio and I were sitting. "Here she comes." Gio whispered right before taking a drink of his beer. I think he knew what was happening, we have been friends for a long time, he knows my M.O. and tactics when it comes to the art of picking up girls.
"Hello." She greeted, sitting down next to me. "I'm Lacey."
I smiled. "I'm Carroll."
"Nice to meet you, Carroll. Can I buy you a drink?"
"Sure." I answered, when she got right to it. "I didn't think you would come over to talk to me so I hope you don't mind me taking matters into my own hands."
All I could think to say was, "Chuck just walked out of the bathroom."
She turned her head and we watched as he sat down where they were seated prior. He looked around for a moment, maybe thinking she went to the restroom too, until he spotted her next to me. He had a confused, if not worried, look on his face. Gio must have thought there was gonna be a fight. Wouldn't be the first time. I did hear him mumble, "This can't be good." And he took another swig.
Lacey and I began talking as the game was almost over. It was about ten minutes before Chuck decided to join us. He even brought over her cigarettes and lighter that she left behind. How sweet of him. He looked me over real hard a few times before I decided to buy a 12-pack to go. Gio did some preventive maintenance with what was almost a scuffle. "I need a ride." Lacey blurted. That's all I needed to hear.
Well, we made it out of there without incident. That was fine by me because I was in a love mood, not a fighting one. Hey, I get it, I stole his gal, and he after spending that borrowed money buying her drinks. That's the way it goes. You got to be tough on the south side.
Yeah, we made it to my house in good time, drank a few more beers on the couch while making out and eventually, upstairs to the bedroom. I had a waterbed at the time. Just saying. Waterbeds rock.
The winter days, weeks and months passed and soon, it was early Spring. Unseasonably warm. I was getting ready to go out bar hopping to meet various people when she showed up after about a month hiatus. We looked into each others eyes as we stood on my front porch. "Why do you disappear like that on me?"
"I don't know." She replied with her head down.
"Where do you go?" I asked her.
"Look," she began, "do you want me to hang out with you for a few days or not?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "Sure. Want to go bar hopping with me?"
So we went to a few bars to drink, dance and shoot some pool when we bumped into Gio and his wife. By a little past midnight, they called it a night. I thought Lacey and I were going to do the same except when we got into the car, she had another idea. "Let's go to a porn store."
I grinned at the notion. "Why?"
"Just because." She excitedly answered. And so off to a porn store we went.
We walked into the doors and walked around. We didn't buy anything, we just browsed around for about thirty minutes. I wanted to take her into the back where the movies booths were and have my way with her but she didn't like the idea, fearing sanitation concerns. I then somewhat agreed, so we left. Back in the car and heading home, or so I thought, she quickly proposed an alternative to the nights events. "Get onto 270". She advised.
"What?" I gasped.
"Just do it!" She shouted, laughingly, then she began to remove all of her clothes. It quickly dawned on me what she was recommending.
For anyone living in Ohio and has been to Columbus, 270 is the outer-belt that circles the entire city. At about two in the morning, traffic is very lite. I quickly got onto the highway and put the car in cruise control. Lacey leaned over, completely nude, and began removing my pants and boxers. It was all I could do to keep us on the road. Once removed, she took her place on my lap. "I do love you." She whispered passionately.
I quickly turned on my car radio, which also had CD capabilities. I had a CD already inserted and pushed play. The first song on the CD was "Passion" by Rod Stewart. I pushed the repeat button. What a ride. Over and over that song played throughout our encounter.
I cannot begin to tell you how difficult it was to do what we did and keep us from crashing at the same time. She straddled and rode me like a wild horse. I was horny, and frightened at the same time. But I will be damned if we didn't make it completely around until we were finished.
She scooted back to the passenger side as I finally took it off cruise control and steered us back to my place where we fell asleep. When I awoke, she was gone. Again. Little did I know at that moment that that would be the last time I would ever see her again. She never reappeared. No phone call. Nothing.
I often look back at that time in my life and wonder whatever became of her. Maybe she had someone else on the side or maybe, as someone else once suggested, she was married and going through a rough patch herself, who knows? But one thing I will never forget is that long ride around the city on 270 that early morning and making love to her. It was the most erotic moment of my life, and sometimes, I can hear that song in my sleep. In my dreams. When I dream of her.