(2) Towel Please II

On one particular hot August afternoon, Belle found herself just “in the neighborhood” of Shawn Brady. Hope had given him the chore of washing the Brady vehicles that afternoon. Belle tried her best to surprise him, but he looked up too quickly. “Want some help?” she asked cheerfully. “Not if you’re dressed like that!” Belle looked at her sundress, “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” “I can’t believe your parents let you go in public like that!” Belle frowned as he said this. “Why?” “Don’t you think it’s a little, you know…” “What Shawn Douglas Brady?” Shawn smiled and squeezed his sponge, “A little slut-ay.”

Belle stomped on his foot with all of her might. Shawn grabbed his foot and wheezed, “What did you do that for?!” Belle stomped harder on her other foot. Shawn’s eyes bulged and he fell back to the car. Belle stood, furious. When he recovered, he stared at her as if she were crazy. “What is your problem?” “I am NOT a slut.” “I was KIDDING!” “You weren’t!” “I was too! Belle your dress looks fabulous. Totally classy!” She went to stomp his foot again but Shawn stepped out the way, “Young lady! Get ahold of yourself.” “Apologize then.” “I’m SORRY Isabella!” “Yes you are!” “All right then, do you think we can not injure any more of my appendages this afternoon? I can’t believe how VICIOUS you are.” “We’ll see Shawn, if you can behave yourself.”

Shawn rolled his eyes and handed her a sponge, “Knock yourself out.” Belle helped him wash Hope’s car. They worked silently for awhile before she spoke up again, “Have you ate yet?” “No, why?” “I’m hungry for pizza.” “Ok Belle, just for you, I’ll pull twenty bucks off this tree over here.” Belle went over to the stereo where she sat her purse down. She pulled a twenty-dollar bill out and held it up, “Like this one?” she smiled. “Sure smart ass.” “What do you want?” “Whatever! I’m starving!” Belle scrolled her cell phone’s memory and dialed Pizza Hut.

When she finished the order, she turned up the radio. It was playing N’Sync’s “Bye, Bye, Bye.” Shawn groaned loudly, “Turn that OFF!” “No Shawn! I like this song, it’s happy music. He’s coming to terms with his feelings.” “Well I’ve come to terms with the fact that I HATE THIS SONG, and it makes me MISERABLE!” “Be quiet Shawn, this is the best part!” Belle closed her eyes as she turned up the volume and listened. Shawn smiled to himself and eyed her dress, which he liked too much to admit. He didn’t hate it in the least. Nor did he think it was “slutty,” at least not in a bad way. It showed her figure off quite well. Almost too well.

Shawn decided to seize the opportunity since she had her mouth and eyes shut. He adjusted the tuner to a more “adult” station. Belle’s eyes flew open when he did this. He smiled at the song playing. Marvin Gaye’s “Sexual Healing.” It was perfect! He grabbed her and twirled her around to dance. She tried to break free from him, but he held her hands firmly, “Ah ah ah!” “Shawn turn this song off! It is so vulgar!” “You would think that Belle.” Shawn laughed at her worried expression and dipped her. She looked up at him as he paused in mid-dip. “Belle, my feet are killing me. Do you think you could give me sexual healing to alleviate the pain?” “NO!” She wrestled from him, “I’m not some piece of ass for ya! Stop talking to me like that.”

“Then get to work! Quit playing with the radio and making silly phone calls.”

“Silly phone calls!”

“Yeah, ya big gossiper.”

Belle glared at him, “Ooooh, I’ll get you for that one Brady!”

“Promises, promises.”

Belle grabbed the hose and sprayed him thoroughly, “Yes, I am VERY true to my word Shawn!”

Shawn stood with his jaw hung open. Dripping, “You suck!!!” He went to grab the hose from her but reconsidered. “I’ll leave you alone this time. This time ONLY. You’re wearing white. I wouldn’t want to embarrass you.” Belle looked down at her dress and smiled. “Too bad, eh?” “Don’t worry, I’ll getcha. Can I have a towel please?” “Do I look like your maid?” Shawn smiled and went inside the house.

Belle laughed to herself and took the initiative to start applying a coat of wax to Hope’s car. Shawn returned a few minutes later with two glasses of Pepsi. Belle drank hers eagerly, “It’s HOT out here!” “Yes Belle, quite hot.” The two managed to carry on a decent, civil conversation as they waxed Hope’s car. When the finished, Shawn put the car in the garage and pulled Bo’s truck out. Belle stood barefoot with a dripping sponge. He watched her as he backed up.

“SHAWN! You’re going to run me over!” Shawn slammed on the brakes, “Sorry! I got distracted.” “Uh huh pal, sure you did.” “Seriously!” Shawn got of the truck and grabbed the hose, “Yeah, I was thinking about how much I would love to do this!” Shawn sprayed her quickly and thoroughly, laughing to himself. He stopped and smiled at her, “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.” Belle was dripping wet now, “Towel please!” “Sure, here you go!” He sprayed her again. She ran after him, squinting.

She pushed him against the truck and got a hold of the hose nozzle. She pulled the front of his shorts open slightly and applied full pressure. Shawn jumped back, “OWWW, Belle! Stop.” He grabbed the hose nozzle from her. He held it up in the air from her. She jumped up and grabbed onto him attempting to retrieve her weapon. He threw flung the hose and nozzle into the grass and pulled her close. He stared at her. She wouldn’t look at him, she kept her eyes on his collar bone. He tilted her chin up to look at him. She met his eyes shyly.

“Uhhhhhh. Heart. Heart flutter.”

“Tell me how you really feel Belle.”

“Uhhhhh.”

Shawn kissed her gently and she closed her eyes, melting. She lost her balance and started to fall backwards. Shawn grabbed her tighter so she wouldn’t fall onto the ground. “Whoa girl. It’s just a kiss. I’m not Romeo.” “Of course not. You’re just…” She smiled and exhaled. She placed her hands onto his shoulders and stood up on her tiptoes, “That was…” This time Belle initiated the kiss. Shawn placed his hands on her hips first, then on the back of her head. Belle broke the kiss. It was getting to intense for her to handle. She dreamt of this moment several times. She never thought it would come this way. Never in her wildest dreams. Nor did she expect it to feel THIS AMAZING.

“Penis, stiff.”

“Whaaat?”

“Ooops. Now I’m thinking out loud.”

“We’re just full of mystery today aren’t we?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Now what are you thinking?”

“You don’t want to know Belle.”

“I’m thinking I’m hungry for pizza.”

“I’ll settle for that.”

“Me too.”

On that note, the Pizza Hut delivery man sauntered up the driveway….