��������� I met David when I was seventeen years
old; he was twenty at the time.� We met
at a record store, I was working there and he was looking for a CD.� The record store I worked in was a small
one, not much business, and the day David came in there was no different than
any other day.� No business.� The other girl I worked with was at lunch,
so I was there alone.� He walked in and
I literally got wet.� He was about 6
feet tall, maybe a few inches taller; had blonde hair; and the most stunning
blue eyes.� He had on a white shirt and
jeans; he was pretty lean and muscular.�
I had never seen a guy that gorgeous.�
We started talking as we searched for it.� He was a mechanic, he told me, working for a big truck
company.� I was still in high school, it
was my senior year and I would turn eighteen in a month.� He laughed and said he�d love to be at that
party.
��������� �You�ll go wild right?� Eighteen and partying,� he smiled as I found
the CD we were looking for.
��������� �Oh you bet!�� I grinned.�
�And here�s the CD you were looking for.� I can�t believe you listen to the Counting Crows.� This is really for your girlfriend isn�t
it?�� Yeah, subtlety is my middle name.
��������� �No it�s for me.� When she broke up with me she took my copy.�
��������� �I�m sorry,� I said.� �That sucks.� C�Mon with me and I�ll ring you up.�� I turned away from him, beet red, and we walked to the register.
��������� �Hey don�t worry about it,� he
said.� We were facing each other, only
separated by the counter the register was on.�
He touched my nametag as he read it.�
�Samantha.� I didn�t like her
that much anyway.�� I smiled up at him;
he was a good four inches taller than I was.�
We locked eyes and for a moment, I forgot what I was doing.� �Price?��
He asked.
��������� �Oh!��
I laughed.� �Yeah that would be
helpful!�� I blushed again.� �Twenty-one nineteen,� I smiled.
��������� �Fuck for a CD?�� He asked as he pulled his wallet out.
��������� �It�s a live one, they�re always more
expensive.�� He handed me a twenty and I
got his change and handed it to him.� I
put his receipt in the bag with his CD and smiled at him.� �Thank you for shopping Basic CD Needs,
please come again,� I said brightly, handing him the bag.
��������� �They pay you to be so perky don�t
they?�� He laughed.
��������� �No, it�s a natural thing with cute
customers.�� Then I realized what I had
said.� He still had a grin on his
face.� �I mean, nice customers.�
��������� �Thank you,� he laughed.� �With the customer service around here you
can bet I�ll be back.�� We both laughed,
then the front bell rang, and Margie walked in.� She was back from lunch.�
We both turned and looked at her, and she gave me a smile.� �Well,� David said.� I turned back to him.� �I shall see you later.� Have a good day.�
��������� �You too,� I smiled.� Margie joined me behind the counter and we
both watched him walk out.� He turned to
wave as he walked through the door and caught us both staring.� Margie and I giggled at each other, and I
started blushing.� �Have you ever seen a
guy look that good?�� I asked.� Margie was in her mid-twenties, and in a
relationship, but she liked to look.
��������� �Other than my man?�� She asked.�
�Hell no!�� We laughed, and then
another customer came in.� David was all
but forgotten, his face hanging in my mind as I helped stock CD�s and
clean.� I didn�t think I�d see him
again, but I was wrong.
��������� About a week later David came in
again.� I was the only one working, since
there had been no customers at all the boss told Margie to go home and I to
stay.� I was thumbing through a Rolling
Stone when I heard the bell on the door ring.�
I looked up and smiled.
��������� �Welcome to Basic CD Needs, can I help
you?�� Then I saw it was David.� I broke out in a grin.
��������� �They pay you to say that too?�� He smiled as he came over to me.� �No, wait, not for the cute, I mean, nice
customers right?�
��������� �Right,� I said blushing.
��������� �You blush a lot, it�s really
adorable,� he said.� �Anyway, I was wondering
if you could help me out?�
��������� �I can try,� I smiled.� �That is what they pay for me!�� He returned my smile.
��������� �See, I met this girl, and she�s
really beautiful,� he started.� My heart
sank, and I wondered why he was telling me this.� �The thing is, I�m twenty, and she�s seventeen.�� My heart soared.� �I know age shouldn�t matter, right?�� I couldn�t talk - I just nodded.�
�I was wondering, how do you think she�d react if I asked her out?� I don�t want her to think I�m a dirty old
man.�
��������� �I doubt she�ll think that,� I said
softly, a prayer going out asking it to be me.�
�After all, it�s only three years.�
��������� �So, if I just came into her work one
day and asked her to a movie and dinner do you think she�d go with me?�� He asked softly, leaning onto the counter
between us.
��������� �I�d say yes,� I whisper.
��������� �You personally would say yes?� Or you think she would say yes?�� When he said that, my heart started doing
flip-flops.�
��������� �Both.�
��������� �Samantha,� he said softly, �would you
like to go to dinner and a movie with me?�
��������� �I would love to,� I grinned.� He grinned back at me, and stood up.
��������� �Great!� I�ve been dying to ask you since I met you, but the age thing had
me bothered.�
��������� �Reason number twenty of why I want to
be older,� I sighed.� He smiled.� �It�s ok, I don�t care about the age thing.�
��������� �Good.� So, when and where should I pick you up?�� He asked.�
�I have tonight and tomorrow night off, then I have to go out of town
the rest of the week.�
��������� �How about tonight?� It�s Friday, no school tomorrow,� I laughed.
��������� �Oh wow Samantha, make me feel like a
child molester,� he smiled.� I couldn�t
tell if he was joking or not.
��������� �I�ll be 18 in one month, David.� Don�t sweat it.�� I paused and looked at him.�
�How about you pick me up around 7 p.m., here?�
��������� �You got it,� he nodded.� �Anywhere in particular you want to go?�
��������� �How about Applebee�s?� Maybe the new Matt Damon movie?�� I hoped he didn�t think I was a teenybopper
when I said Matt Damon, but he is one of my favorite actors.
��������� �Sounds good.� I�ll be here at seven.�
��������� �Perfect.� I�ll be here with bells on,� I smiled.�
��������� �Just bells?�� He grinned.�
We both started laughing.� He
looked at his watch and looked back at me.�
�I better get going, gotta feed the cat and get ready for tonight.�
��������� �Ok,� I grinned.� My heart was still soaring that he had asked
me out.� We said a quick goodbye and he
left, leaving me alone with my heart in my throat and my stomach in knots.� He�d have to drive me home.� I didn�t want that, not at all.� I called my best friend Joanie and asked if
I could stay with her.� She knew about
my family, and wouldn�t care that David dropped me off there.
��������� My family isn�t the best family
around, and I didn�t want them to scare David away.� They would too, given the chance.� My dad�s an alcoholic, and there honestly hasn�t been a day that
I�ve gone home and he�s been sober.� My
mom, well she�s the reason that my dad drinks.�
She�s been cheating on him since I was about seven years old.� Instead of either of them leaving, they both
stayed together and have made my life hell.�
Sometimes my dad would get so drunk he would mistake me for a punching
bag.� Of course, prominent family name,
no one believed me when I told, they all assumed it was a boyfriend.� The last guy who took me out, well my mother
tried to seduce him while he was waiting on me.� David is ten times cuter than this last guy is, and I knew she�d
be on him in a second.
��������� So, it was all set.� All I had to do was go home after work,
which would be 5:30, get dressed and come back to work.� I doubt my mom and dad would notice I�d be
gone, but I would leave them a note saying I was out with Joanie.� She�d cover for me, she always had.
��������� The last hour of work seemed to drag,
and then Marsha came in finally to relieve me.�
I hardly said hello and goodbye as I punched out and practically ran out
of the store.� I was going to be going
out with David!� Dinner and a
movie!� I felt like my heart would burst
from pure excitement.� I had been
fantasizing about him since we met, mostly sexual fantasies I have to
admit.� I couldn�t help it, I�d never
been with a guy and he was the first one that ever really turned me on just
from saying hello to me.� I have had
some very dirty thoughts about him, and I wanted to get with this guy.� But I could tell from the way he was
earlier, that our age difference-even though it�s only
three years-would be a problem if we got too serious
before I was eighteen.� Wait, what am I
thinking?� It�s only a date.�
��������� I made it home in record time and as
usual, my dad was drunk sitting in the recliner in the living room.� He gave me one of his looks as I walked
through the room and I decided to get dressed at Joanie�s.� That look is not a good one and I didn�t
want to egg him on wearing what I wanted to wear for David.� I packed a bag in a matter of minutes,
something I was getting better at, then tried to leave the house without being
interrogated.� It didn�t work.� I almost made it out the front door before
my dad yelled at me.
��������� �Samantha!� Where are you going?�� I
turned and faced him.
��������� �I�m spending the night at Joanie�s,
dad,� I said.� �I have to work in the
morning so I won�t be home until tomorrow afternoon.�
��������� �Go you little whore.� I�ll get you tomorrow night.�� I didn�t say anything, I just walked
out.� I closed the door and shuddered,
then ran to my car.� Joanie would have a
houseguest all weekend I decided as I drove to her house.