{"id":42,"date":"2012-06-01T09:30:24","date_gmt":"2012-06-01T01:30:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/209.217.236.171\/~infinite\/tls\/?page_id=42"},"modified":"2012-06-02T08:17:53","modified_gmt":"2012-06-02T00:17:53","slug":"chapter-11-surprise-encounter","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/tls.jlbensonauthor.com\/?page_id=42","title":{"rendered":"Chapter 11: Surprise Encounter"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It took me minutes to find a book for my dad for Christmas. He liked historical biography books, especially John F. Kennedy. I found the perfect book for him. I grabbed two more books for myself to read; which was pretty much all I could afford with my Christmas budget and inconsistent shifts at work.<\/p>\n<p>I was trying to decide if I put one book back and replace it with another when Olivia slipped her arms around me, standing on her toes and kissing my cheek.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHey,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHi. You found some books?\u201d She asked, taking one of the books from my hands and flipped it over in hers.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYeah.\u201d I said, making an immediate decision on the two books I was buying for myself.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAre you all done?\u201d I asked her.<\/p>\n<p>Olivia nodded. \u201cYeah, I couldn\u2019t find anything that interests me.\u201d She shrugged lightly. \u201cYou?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m done.\u201d I smiled. I shoved my books under my arm and moved my free hand to her lower back, carefully guiding her toward the check outs.<\/p>\n<p>Thankfully it was still early, there were no lines yet. I paid for my books and accepted the bag the cashier gave me.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhere to next?\u201d She asked.<\/p>\n<p>I shrugged. \u201cUmm\u2026 there\u2019s a game store that way. Maybe we could stop there next.\u201d I offered.<\/p>\n<p>Olivia agreed. \u201cPerfect. Lets go.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She seemed far too eager to be shopping, but I reminded myself that she was a teenaged girl, and shopping was like crack to them.<\/p>\n<p>She stood close to me in the video game store, while I picked out the most violent game I could think of for Zac. Olivia seemed to realize that she was the only girl in a store full of geeks.<\/p>\n<p>I bought the game, making it quick and painless so we could get out of there as quickly as possible. I was far too tempted to punch a few nerds in the store, and the last thing I wanted was to spend Christmas in jail.<\/p>\n<p>We went into a clothing store playing obnoxious music with a loud base, one that I knew Taylor frequently purchased clothes.<\/p>\n<p>Olivia went straight to the side with the women\u2019s clothes in it and I went to the side with the men\u2019s clothing.<\/p>\n<p>Before long I found an ugly shirt that I hated for Taylor. He would love it.<\/p>\n<p>I turned around to find Olivia standing at a table filled with perfectly folded scarves.<\/p>\n<p>I moved toward her, finding a pretty blue and green scarf and draping it around her neck. \u201cBeautiful.\u201d I smiled.<\/p>\n<p>Olivia laughed softly. \u201cReally? You think so? I love scarves. These are all so beautiful. I\u2019d like one, but I would never be able to choose just one.\u201d She mused. \u201cI would end up buying them all before I could decide.\u201d She laughed sweetly.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAbsolutely.\u201d I smirked. \u201cAnd I\u2019m not talking about the scarf either.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Olivia laughed harder. \u201cYou\u2019re so adorable.\u201d She carefully removed the scarf. \u201cWe just made a mess of their display. You\u2019d be lucky if they don\u2019t kick us out of here.\u201d She teased.<\/p>\n<p>Something caught her eye and she moved toward it, abandoning the scarf.<\/p>\n<p>I picked it up and immediately decided that it was what I would be getting her for Christmas. I would find something else for her, but the scarf seemed like a good start. And it did look beautiful on her.<\/p>\n<p>I tucked it under my arm with the shirt I\u2019d chosen for Taylor and snuff off to the cashier to pay for my purchases.<\/p>\n<p>The cashier was handing me my bag when Olivia moved toward me.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHey,\u201d She said softly. \u201cDo you mind if I try this on? It\u2019ll just take a second.\u201d She held up a pretty blouse.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYeah, no problem. Take your time.\u201d I insisted.<\/p>\n<p>Olivia smiled and set off toward the dressing rooms. I followed Olivia and sat down on a padded bench in the corner, all too relieved to finally be sitting. I was sure this was going to be a very long day on my feet.<\/p>\n<p>Olivia slipped into a change room and shut the door. I sighed and raked my hands through my hair, glancing around slightly awkwardly. There were a few people beginning to filter into the store, and the sales people were beginning to scatter and try to help them.<\/p>\n<p>I bounced my knee and drummed my fingers on the seat.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIsaac?\u201d Olivia called.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYeah. I\u2019m still here.\u201d I answered.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cCould I get your opinion?\u201d She asked. \u201cCould you come here?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYeah, sure.\u201d I stood, walking toward the changing room she was in. The door opened and Olivia grabbed me and pulled me inside, shutting the door behind me.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThat shirt looks nice. I like it-\u201c I began to say.<\/p>\n<p>Olivia stood on her toes and kissed me deeply, pulling me to her height.<\/p>\n<p>I raised my eyebrows, and quickly caught on. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer to me.<\/p>\n<p>Olivia laughed softly.<\/p>\n<p>She managed to jump up and wrap her legs around my waist, tightening our embrace.<\/p>\n<p>I leaned her against the wall and focused my kisses on her throat.<\/p>\n<p>Olivia tossed her head back and sighed. She sunk her teeth into her lower lip to stifle a moan.<\/p>\n<p>Her hands wound their way into my hair, pulling me closer.<\/p>\n<p>Her breathing was getting heavier, and I knew if I played my cards right, I might get lucky. And getting it in the dressing room at a clothing store was one of the hottest things ever.<\/p>\n<p>She moaned softly. \u201cOh, Ike.\u201d She breathed.<\/p>\n<p>We were interrupted by a soft knock at the door. \u201cHow\u2019s everything going in there?\u201d A cheery sales clerk asked.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cFine.\u201d Olivia said softly. \u201cAlmost finished.\u201d She sounded sweet and innocent.<\/p>\n<p>I pinned her against the wall and kissed her roughly.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOkay, let me know if you need anything.\u201d\u00a0 The sales clerk said.<\/p>\n<p>I continued kissing Olivia with reckless abandon, not caring if we got caught or if we disrupted anyone else trying things on.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIke,\u201d Olivia said between kisses. \u201cMaybe\u2026 this was a bad idea\u2026\u201d She breathed, her chest heaving.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou want me to stop?\u201d I asked, kissing the small alcove near her ear and the corner of her jaw.<\/p>\n<p>She whimpered. \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMe either.\u201d I grinned, kissing her and roughly pushing her against the wall again.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh, Ike.\u201d She moaned softly. \u201cI want to. I really do\u2026\u201d She shivered in my arms. \u201cOh, but we shouldn\u2019t\u2026 not here.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I kissed her again to silence her. \u201cJust a little more.\u201d I murmured, my lips barely touching hers. Olivia was lavishing in the teasing. She tilted her chin and kissed me, her tongue mingling with mine.<\/p>\n<p>I broke the kiss long enough to struggle to get her shirt off, tossing it to the ground. I didn\u2019t care that she had just tried it on and didn\u2019t own it. I\u2019d buy it if I had to, and it would be well worth it.<\/p>\n<p>She pulled my lips back to hers, and I found my opportunity. My hand found her breast and closed around it, kneading the supple flesh expertly. She moaned, arching against my body.<\/p>\n<p>I sighed, moving my hands beneath her carefully. \u201cLiv\u2026 I think you\u2019re right.\u201d I mused, kissing along her bare shoulder. \u201cThis is a bad idea. We\u2019ll get caught.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She sighed. \u201cI think so too.\u201d She said, her body still trembling slightly.<\/p>\n<p>I carefully placed her down on her feet. I found her shirt and gave it to her. She shrugged into it, and started putting on her coat. \u201cI\u2019m sorry, it was probably a bad idea to jump you like that.\u201d She said bashfully, blushing softly.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo, I\u2019m actually glad you did.\u201d I grinned. \u201cThat was hot.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Olivia laughed softly. \u201cI thought so too.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I leaned toward her and gently kissed her. \u201cYou go out first and let me know if the way is clear.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Olivia nodded.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"\/?page_id=44\">NEXT&gt;&gt;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It took me minutes to find a book for my dad for Christmas. He liked historical biography books, especially John F. Kennedy. I found the perfect book for him. 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