Chapter 2: Arriving at the Picnic

Once we were packed it only took about ten minutes to get to the park where it appeared that we were one of the first families to arrive. The men from church had already set up the trailer and chairs. A large skirting had been placed around the trailer to hide the wheels and frame and just add some ambiance to the entire affair. Bleachers were set up on the stage for the choir and microphones and speakers were already in place with some geek walking around saying “test” into them over and over again. Judging from the number of chairs, they must have been expected quite a turnout today although at the moment there couldn’t have been more than twenty or thirty people hanging around.

“Hey Kelly!”

A familiar voice called out for me and my heart skipped a beat as I recognized my boyfriend John. I spun around and ran up to him, putting, my arms around his neck and hugging him like we hadn’t seen each other in months. I wanted to kiss him (ALL over) but my mom wasn’t far away and I saw the look she was giving me - “Behave!”

“Wow, you’re looking HOT this morning!” John declared, giving me the once over.

Because he was a guy he couldn’t help himself when his gaze paused a little longer than would normally have been appropriate on my ass and boobs. It was fine with me actually. One of the things I loved as I grew older was the way men looked at me. It was funny how they would pretend not to do it but I knew they were and sometimes I encouraged them, if you know what I mean. I still can remember the thrill I felt the first time I caught one of the dads at church staring at my ass!

“You’re not looking so bad yourself,” I said in reply.

Indeed, he didn’t. John was wearing denim shorts as well but his came down just below his knees. He had on a short sleeve shirt with some outlandish tropical pattern on it that looked a little out of place at church but then who was going to care, it was a picnic after all.

“I know, I know, my mom picked out the shirt,” he said sheepishly. I guess I must have been a little more obvious with my eye-rolling than I thought when I first noticed it.

I looked around and it seemed nobody was watching us so I leaned up on my tip toes and tried to whisper in his ear. John bent down to make it easier for me.

“I want you to fuck me!”

John straightened back up again and it seemed it was all he could do to keep from bursting out laughing.

“Hey, what’s so funny?” I demanded, crossing my arms in front of me.

“Oh no, don’t take it wrong Kelly. It’s just that ... well it’s just so YOU, you know. Good ol’ one-track mind Kelly, always thinking about sex.”

“Well, I thought that’s what you liked about me,” I retorted, pretended to pout as I rubbed my toe into the ground. “Would you have even asked me out otherwise?”

“Oh for sure!” he said, grabbing my upper arm. “It’s just sometimes you still surprise me. I’ve never met a girl quite like you before.”

I looked around again and reached up for him again. “Well, maybe I can surprise you even more later,” I teased him.

“Kelly!! Get over here and help out a little!” my mom yelled for me.

“Well, gotta go,” I said softly, “Don’t forget what I told you I wanted.”

“Yeah, like any guy could forget THAT!” he laughed.

I headed over to where the food was being set out for the pot luck dinner after the service. Why do women get stuck with this crap? The guys were just hanging around shooting the breeze while the women were doing all the work!