TUESDAY TALES - PROMPT "TOE"

Welcome! This week we're starting a new story, "No Regrets." It's a second-chance romance that will be appearing in my new second-chance romance anthology, "Echoes of the Heart." Don't forget to scroll down to return to Tuesday Tales and read all the wonderful stories. Thanks for coming. 

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The Senior Prom, ten years ago

Nick and Lizzie clung to each other even after the music stopped. He whispered in her ear.

“Let’s go.”

“But it’s not the last dance.”

“Don’t be a dork. Break the rules. Just this once,” he said, furrowing his brows.

“Okay, okay. Let’s go.”

He took her hand. They threaded their way through the crowd floor. Slipping out of the gym into the hall, they made a beeline for a side door. Once outside, they leaned against it. Liz took a deep breath.

“Free!” Nick said, with a laugh.

Liz chuckled and fell into his embrace. The air was warm, heavy, and sweet with the scent of June blossoms.

“Come on,” he said, leading her to the parking lot. They hopped into his jalopy and headed for Cedar Lake. Nick pulled the old car into a shadowy lane and parked. He reached in the backseat and grabbed two towels.

Liz opened the door. Hiking up her emerald green long gown, she swung her legs over and pushed to her feet. Her spiked heels sunk into the soft earth, making her trek slow.

“Those damn shoes. Thought you didn’t believe in that fancy ass shit?”                                                                                                         “It’s prom, Nick. Prom.”

“Once a girl, always a girl,” he said, laughing.

She swiped at him but missed.

“This is too slow for me,” he said, picking her up in his arms. Nick Jameson, star defenseman of the Pine Grove Eagles, had arms of steel. He tossed her in the air, then caught her as if she were made of balsa wood. 

Elizabeth Wenner, five four and slender, giggled as Nick strode down to the water. She leaned against his chest. The polyester fabric of his tuxedo rubbed her cheek. The scent of his aftershave, usually overpowering, but not tonight, mixed with Nick’s masculine scent. He smelled great.

The sound of his heavy footfall on the weathered wood mixed with the soft song of crickets. When he put her down, Liz toed off her shoes. Hiking up her skirt, she peeled off her pantyhose and heaved a sigh.

“Really? You girls wear too many clothes,” Nick said, shaking his head.

“Oh, and that stupid cummerbund, and those little thingies instead of buttons make sense?”

“Okay. We’re even. Last one naked is a rotten egg.”

Nick stripped off his complicated suit in record time.

“No fair! You have more experience getting naked,” Liz objected.

“Tough. I win. I get to throw you in.” He approached her.

She squealed in mock fear. Nick relieved her struggling and unzipped the back of her dress. She shed the green jersey, while he unhooked her strapless bra. Liz slid her panties down and stepped out of them. Nick scooped her up and ran to the edge. He tossed her in first, then jumped in after her.

The night water cooled her body. She surfaced, looking for Nick. Like a whale breaching, he popped up, shaking water off his head. Moonlight kissed his hair, turning it silver. Lizzie treaded water, waiting for him to meet her. 

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