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FanFic
The Richard Dawson Experience
Last UpDated: 30 November 2000.
Copyright © 2000. Lisa Inc., All Rights Reserved.
{{Narrater and Richard are the main characters. Mother, friends and Neighborhood Watch crew are minor. RATED-PG13.}}
I had been telling my mother that I'd been going out with some friends late at night, but in reality, I was sneaking off to be with Richard. Tonight I had stayed out past my limit and was expected to explain where I was with my friends for so long, and what I had been doing. I didn't have an answer.
I got up and said I was going back out. My mother didn't try and stop me. She was most likely glad to get me out of her sight at the moment. I grabbed my coat and left. I actually had been out with my friends tonight, and also met up with Richard for a while. He was gonna meet me at the end of my street, out of view from my parents, where he usually picked me up.
I made my way up the dim street and waited on the corner. Richard had several cars and I was wondering which one he'd pick me up in, since he had his car earlier in the night. There wasn't very much traffic. The Neighborhood Watch vehicle slowly drove by, and not long after that, Richard came pulling up in his tan mini van. I made sure the Neighborhood Watch crew had gone out of sight and I got into the van, telling Richard "Hello" through the partly opened window before opening the door.
It was late at night, and he was quiet, in a mysterious, sexy way. We both should have been in our separate beds by now, but night was the only time we could be sure no one would see us together. My parents didn't approve of me seeing him, and I had to do whatever it took to be with him.
Aside from a simple "Hello," he didn't say anything after he pulled away from the curb. Eventually he asked where we should go. I said I didn't know, then suggested down by the woods and lake. We never really decided on a place to go, so we cruised around for a while. I love riding around at night. It's so peaceful and soothing.
After we'd been driving for a few minutes, I slid over to Richard so I was sitting against him. He had a crate thing in the space between the seats for sitting stuff on, and I took advantage of it. It always seemed like such a long time from meeting to meeting, and I longed to be near him.
I put my left arm around him, in the space between the seat and his back, and sensuously placed my right hand on his inner thigh. I looked up at his face to see if he had any objections and the dim street lights we were passing by lit his face enough to reveal a slight smile of approval.
He made a comment about how he should be concentrating on the road, but I couldn't help but continue on my own course. I rubbed his thigh and massaged the bulge in his pants. I wanted him to take my hand in his and it seemed as though he read my mind.
He took his right hand off the steering wheel and put it on his leg, next to my hand that was making its way here and there. I ran my hand over his. We slipped our fingers into a locking embrace and then he guided my hand back onto his crotch.
I looked at the space we had, behind us, in the mini van, and I whispered to him that it was roomy enough for us to make use of. He smiled and kept his eyes on the road as I kissed his ear and the side of his face.
I was still massaging him and knew I had to go further but not while he was driving. So, I asked him to pull over, but he said there was no place to stop along the road. There were houses there, and we didn't wanna chance getting caught making out in the van.
I felt myself getting more anxious and I began begging him to pull over. I didn't care where he stopped, but I just wanted him to park so he could concentrate on me instead of the road. I planted kisses all along his neck and didn't realize right away that he had stopped the van along the side of the road, in a nonresidential area. He turned the key off and looked at me. There was just enough light to see his face coming towards me. He kissed me deeply.
All at once, so many thoughts ran through my head. Thoughts of how I wanted to just run my hands all over his body. Thoughts of us getting in the back of the van and making love. Thoughts of us kissing for hours under the moonlight. And thoughts of how I would soon have to be back home, without him near me. I wanted everything that was happening to last forever, without worrying about being away from him.
It seemed like only minutes later, we met up with my friends at an all night carnival. We sat at the park nearby and carried on, until we were told to move along. We hung out by the lake for a while, and then decided to head for home. Richard drove me to the end of the street and we kissed several more times. It was always such a long walk to the end of the street when he comes to pick me up, but such a short walk back home after he drops me off.
"Same time tomorrow?" he asked, as I got out of the van.
"Same place" I said, as I shut the door.
He blew me a kiss, and waited for me to walk out of view before pulling away, like he does every time to make sure I'm safe. I never looked back while he watched me walking. Maybe I thought it would be too painful to see him and the van get smaller as I walked further away. Sometimes when I hear him drive away, I wanna turn and run after him. I worry he won't show up the next night. But he always does. And deep down, I know he always will.