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I made the decision that I was going to sit and eat with her. All night I had asked about her, standing alone in the back, watching the band play. She looked gorgeous. Now she sat eating a small salad at a table, alone, in the corner. They all said she had a horrible scar on her face and was very standoffish because of it, very self conscious about her appearance. They made fun of her when telling me so I walked away from most of the other people there. Her dark brown hair was carefully brushed so it covered the right side of her face. She perpetually kept her head down as much as possible, trying to cover it.
It was only the second show I’d been to at this club but I could tell immediately the first time I wasn’t exactly fitting in. While I hung around with some other people and was able to be friendly with them, I never came with anyone, and hadn’t really gotten to know anyone that well. I had only been coming honestly to get out of the house and wasn’t even the biggest fan of the local music scene. Both times I was there I noticed her though. I decided to give being friendly with her a shot.
I sat down across from her at the table in the corner. I smiled and said ‘Hey! My name’s Jim. How you doing?’
She nodded slightly, and twirled some lettuce around with her fork.
I decided to try again. ‘I’ve been here twice now…it’s not bad. I’ve seen you here both times. I think I’ve at least said hi to everyone but you at this point.’ I said cheerfully.
She mumbled something. It sounded like ‘Hello.’
I chatted while I ate a slice of pizza, talking about the band that had just played and some mediocre song that they performed. I babbled on for minutes trying to strike up conversation, trying everything, until she looked up at me and I was a little taken aback to see anger in her eye. She was pissed, big time.
‘Come to see the scar?’ she demanded, her voice suddenly full of volume and anger.
‘No, I came to eat with you and talk to you. I’ve talked with everyone else, and…’ I started, but didn’t get to finish.
‘Bullshit! You want to fucking see it, take a look, take a good look at my fucking face. Mandy and her fucking scar, everyone wants to see it. Here!’ She pulled her hair back from her face exposing her scared cheek. Her scar was a burn scar and I thought immediately that it must have come from some type of accident. It ran from her deep, dark blue eye to her jaw line. Her eye appeared to droop because of it. I glanced at it and then looked back into her eyes together.
‘Well…Mandy. Scars…what are they? It doesn’t say anything about who you are does it? It just says about where you’ve been.’
She looked like she wanted to say something back but instead sank into a shocked, nearly surprised gaze. She lowered her hair and her petite hand, then her head, and stood up. ‘Nice to meet you…’ she said in a whisper as she moved off and out the doors. I didn’t pursue her, unsure of whether it would upset her further, and unsure of what I would say if I caught up to her anyway.
I left then, not really feeling like staying for the second band. For the next week I thought about her throughout the day. I just wanted to speak with her at least once more. I felt so guilty knowing I upset her, and even more horrible knowing she felt so poorly about herself because of her scar. I decided to go back for the next show just to see if she was there.
Sure enough I saw her as soon as I walked in that night as the first band was setting up on stage. She seemed to be watching the door more closely than normal. Was she waiting for me? No…that wouldn’t be. I waved though from across the room and she gave me a shy wave back, with a small hint of a smile.
I got a drink and walked over to her directly.
‘Hey! How are you doing tonight?’ I asked cheerfully once again.
‘I’m doing okay…how are you?’ Mandy said with a stronger voice than the one that had left me the week before.
‘Fine. No complaints so far, I just got here though.’ I said with a little bit of a forced chuckle.’You want to step outside? I’m not really into this first band anyway…sometimes I’m not sure why I come here.’
‘Oh…sure. To be honest I come to get out of the house, I only like a few of the bands that have played here.’ she said. We stepped out into the night air and I noticed her holding her head higher than normal, looking at the stars. I looked up with her for what had to have been minutes before she spoke.
‘Did you mean what you said about the scars not being who we are?’ was what she finally said.
‘Yeah of course. Sometimes I have enough trouble getting the facts out of my mouth, I don’t lie very well. Sometimes I’m quiet and I don’t volunteer information but that’s not lying. When I speak…all it is, is what I really mean.’ Did that make any fucking sense at all, I thought.
‘So you don’t think I’m a joke?’ she asked, her voice brittle and very thin.
‘What? No of course not. You were hurt badly once…that’s what I think when I see your scar. It doesn’t say anything about who you are now. It’s not what says you’re a nice person. Your actions say that. It doesn’t tell the story of who you are at all, just what happened that day you were hurt.’ I said and looked her to smile as I finished.
‘Thank you. It’s very nice of you to say that.’ she said.
We stood in silence for another few minutes. Finally building up the confidence to ask I spoke up.
‘Mandy…I uh. I don’t know if you have plans, but I was wondering if you would like to go to dinner with me tomorrow. Or something.’
She was silent for more than a few seconds. I was wondering if I’d upset her again. I shouldn’t have asked, damn it, I though. Then she said, ‘You aren’t asking me out on a date are you?’ her voice again brittle.
‘I think I am. Uhh…yep. I am. I’m asking you out. If you’re not busy of course. If you are I understand.’ I said.
She looked at me directly in the eye. I looked back into her left eye and to the spot where I wish I could see her right. Instead I stared at her brown hair in contrast with the pale whiteness of her skin, still neatly brushed over that side. But on the left I could see a tear forming in that eye. I was confused and almost panicked…I felt a heavy dropping feeling in my stomach feeling I’d upset her again.
‘You want to do this again?! Do you all think I’m that fucking stupid? ‘Ask her out again…make her feel good. Then stand her up!’ Why??’ she sobbed at me.
‘No! No! Hey I’m sorry.’ I reached out for her but she stepped back, arms crossed, crying. ‘I was just…I wanted to take you out. I’m serious. I told you I don’t know a lot of the people here…I’m not trying to make fun of you. This has nothing to do with you scar or anything else other than trying to take you out for dinner. You and that nice behind’ I said. Immediately I wanted to hit myself in the face for trying to joke. So poorly. At this moment. Fucking idiot.
She stopped crying and looked mildly amused. And confused. ‘My behind, you mean my butt?’ she asked.
‘Uhh…ha. Yeah. You have a nice butt…and I want to take it out. Along with the rest of you.’ I said still feeling completely stupid.
She giggled at that, an innocent and utterly cute giggle. ‘Are you fucking nuts?’ she asked laughing.
‘Welllll…nahhh. I don’t think so. Why?’ I asked, now smiling, feeling better.
‘How many people do you think look at my ass and not my face?’ she said more seriously.
‘Well I do. And if you want to know how I think honestly I guess, it’s probably the first thing I noticed about you from across the floor.’
‘Ha…okay, okay. You’re joking with me though right? You want to take me out?’ she asked, her voice again soft and perhaps a little brittle, but not as thin and tight as before.
‘No. I’m being totally serious. My jokes are way worse than this and they usually offend some
one and I get a bloody nose and…’ I trail off and stop before I can fuck up again.
She didn’t answer at first. But then she pulled out her phone and gave me her number, scribbling it down on a little piece of paper. She said ‘Call me later, and we can talk about it, OK? I came here to see you…but I think you know that. I’m just going to head home.’
‘Sure. I promise.’ I said. We parted and both went to our houses.
I waited as long as I could, but I couldn’t wait long. I called her and we talked for a while, and we went out on Friday to dinner. We ate at a small place downtown, which is small enough in and of itself, in the area we lived. We took a walk afterwards and we both were at ease with each other. I felt so calm and happy with her. She seemed to feel the same, though her hair was still tightly combed over the right side of her face. The next few dates went nearly the exact same way. Movies, dinner, walks. We talked about where we were from, how we grew up, places we have been. We shared interests in music, TV, and more things than I thought were possible. The only major difference seemed to be our age, as I found she was 3 years older than me. Luckily she didn’t seem to mind. I took her back every night and would walk her to the door of her small home. I held off on moving any further, trying anything more. I was afraid to scare her off. Afraid to upset her. I was afraid to lose her, already.
After a few weeks and a few dates I learned she lived with her friend Sarah, when she stepped out to meet me one night. I shook her hand on the porch one night. ‘Your friend is amazing, you know that?’ I smiled. ‘Mandy I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?’
‘Okay.’ She said shyly, and then ducked into the house.
I went to the car, and drove off toward my own home.
I called her the next afternoon, Saturday, and we chatted some more. She invited me to dinner on Sunday with Sarah and her boyfriend at their house. I agreed. Almost too eagerly I thought afterward, nervousness building. I was so happy to spend time with her anyway. Why not spend time with her and her best friend?
I struggled to focus on anything until Sunday night when we had out dinner. The time passed surprisingly quickly and the chatter was light and friendly and everyone seemed to get along as far as I could tell. I saw a small nod from Sarah about half way through dinner. I must have passed some sort of test. I smiled inwardly and kept staring at Mandy. She was so beautiful. Her dark brown hair, even as it was brushed over her face, always caught my attention. The color of her eyes, that deep blue, was so perfect. Her defined jaw line and mouth with lips a soft pink color naturally, small, fitting the rest of her body. She couldn’t have been more than 5′ 4′ and no more than 120 pounds if that. Sarah’s boyfriend, Rick, broke me out of my trance with a question about baseball. He was nice but I wasn’t really interested in talking to him more than necessary though I tried not to let it show, being polite as possible. I really just wanted to talk to her.
We went outside onto the porch and sat staring at the stars again as we had the night I asked her out. I finally decided to kiss her, feeling 3 weeks was long enough. I had to try some time. She didn’t respond. Her lips gave no response at all. I looked at her eyes, and saw the tears forming again.
‘Oh shit…Mandy I’m sorry. I’ve wanted to for so long now but if you’re not ready or…you don’t want to or…whatever, I just…I understand…’ I said softly, trailing off.
‘It’s okay…Jim it’s just that I haven’t even done this since….’ I knew what she was referring, she needn’t go on.
I stroked her left cheek. ‘Do you want to tell me about it?’ I asked her. ‘I mean, only if you want to tell me about it. I am here to listen, always. But you only have to tell me if you want to.’
She looked and I could see her mind working. Then she said ‘I guess I do want to tell you about it. You should know. I was driving home from a friend’s house, at about two in the morning. I, uh, I reached down to the floor to get a CD I wanted to listen to and when I looked up I saw a deer in the road right in front of me. I swerved…which I know is dumb. I just couldn’t help the reaction I guess. It hit the windshield and I ended up in the ditch upside down.’ she paused and I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her as close into me as possible. Her head rested against my shoulder.
She continued her story. ‘I don’t know how long I was out, but when I woke up the car was smoking. I was confused as fuck. Didn’t know where I was, you know.’
I nodded and said ‘I can imagine. What it was like having to wake up like that, just…disoriented.’
She nodded, head brushing against me, and continued saying ‘The car caught on fire, I was struggling with the seat belt trying to get free, I was so scared.’ She paused again. ‘A man who was going by stopped when he saw the smoke. He kicked in the window, and was reaching for me. The fire was inside now, and…burning my jacket. I was wearing one of those denim jackets. I was just…screaming in pain and fear. I was so fucking scared I would die. When he finally got me out through the window the burning jacket was up against my face…and I got burned…pretty badly. Obviously.’ She was crying softly now.
I stroked her head and held her closer. I kissed her forehead and whispered ‘It’s okay…it’s okay.’
‘The ER doctors told me I was lucky to have just this injury on my face. A plastic surgeon said he could minimize the scar, but I can’t afford it. Our insurance doesn’t cover cosmetic surgery…or anything much for that matter. It pissed me off that he said I was lucky when I looked in the mirror. I look so horrible.’ She said.
‘Nooo…shhh. It doesn’t matter, the scar isn’t who you are. It tells the story of how lucky you were to survive, it shows how close you came to not being here at all.’ I said knowing that wasn’t exactly what I wanted to say…but I couldn’t find any better words.
‘You think I’m lucky?’ she asked.
‘Yeah, I do. Because if someone hadn’t come and helped you out of the car you probably would have died right there. But instead you’re still here. And…I’m happy you’re here with me.’ I said.
‘But I look like this. I’m disfigured…’ she sobbed harder and my heart sunk further every moment she kept crying.
I raised her head up to look at her face. Her cheeks were puffy and tears streamed down them. I reached up and brushed her hair back from in front of the right side of her face. She tried to turn and hide her face. I held her head, firmly, hoping that it wasn’t too hard to scare her or hurt her. I leaned in and kissed her scar, her cheek, gently, but again and again. Her hands came around me hesitantly, and then with more feeling. Soon she was gripping me tightly, hands clawing into my sides as if she was holding onto me for life.
‘I wish…you could look past it and see what I see.’ I said and then pausing for a moment, continued, ‘I see nothing but how…pretty you are when I look at you. How beautiful you are. I wish I had the words to make you feel better….’
She looked into my eyes. This time when I kissed her she kissed me back. Our tongues met fleetingly, and then introduced themselves properly. We kissed for a long time, standing together in our embrace on the porch. I was very careful not to move my hands below her shoulders and upper back. I knew that I didn’t want to move too fast with her, still. I wanted to be patient and move slowly. Unless she gave any indication otherwise I would think going as slow as possible was what she needed.
The next night after work we went into town and took a long walk along the river that snaked through town, listening to the sounds of birds and nature mixing with cars and the traffic of people going home for the night. We held hands, kissing now and again, taking our time.
I stopped her by the end of our walk as we neared m
y car. I put my arms around her and looked into both of her eyes, brushing her hair back. I looked at her and figured I would blurt it out, ‘I…I know we’ve only been seeing each other for what, three and half weeks, a month? But I can’t help but feel like it’s been longer. I can’t help but feel the way I do and…I like you a lot…but I don’t…I don’t want to put you into a position and into something you’re not ready for though Mandy…’ I trailed off as I often did. I was such a fucking mush mouth.
She looked right back into my eyes and smiled widely. She said words which to this day are still the kindest and most heart melting words anyone has ever said to me. ‘I think that you’re the sweetest man I’ve ever met. And whatever you’re ready for, I’m ready for.’ she then hesitated and a moment later said ‘I think I love you too you know.’
I didn’t even wait for her to follow me. I picked her up and ran to my car with her. She was giggling the entire way. I drove at what had to be an illegal speed to my house, but I don’t remember at all what it actually was. I was just focused on getting there. I pulled in quickly and hopped out of the car. I pulled her along to the front door and flung it open. She walked in a little hesitantly and looked around.
‘I think there’s some…wine in here…’ I said walking into the kitchen. I didn’t really know what the fuck I was doing at the time. It seemed like a good idea though.
‘We don’t need the wine. I already know what I want.’ She said it in a quiet voice, but looked right at me with her head up the entire time. Waiting to see what I’d do.
I turned to her with the wine bottle in my hand. I walked to her, attempting to place the bottle on a counter without breaking my gaze. I failed, horribly, and it fell to the floor behind me. I didn’t realize it at the time though as I took her into my arms and met her lips.
We kissed and my hands gripped her hips tightly. I moved her toward the stairs. We stumbled our way up, kissing, removing clothing, and pressing into each other. A trail of clothes lead it’s way to the bed and I was in the midst of the most lustful moment of my life to that point. I laid her down and her hair spilled away from her face revealing the scar in full. She didn’t try to hide it from me for a second. I didn’t look at it once, instead looking at her eyes, her mouth, her neck and on down. ‘You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen…’ I whispered to her, knowing it was cheesy, but not caring a for a moment. She replied back with what I thought I could only hope she would say and what she would feel. ‘You make me feel like it.’
I wanted her, only her, and right at that moment. I kissed her cheek, the scar, her lips that embraced mine and worked down to her neck. I moved to her breasts and took each nipple in turn. They responded and soon were small, hard little red points. They fit almost perfectly, if just somewhat smaller than my hands. She gripped my head as I kissed and caressed her.
I kissed, licked, and suckled my way down her body. I was already completely hard inside my shorts but I didn’t want to move to quickly, still. I wanted to do everything I could to make her happy, to please her. I moved below her waist and hopped down to her thighs. I ran my fingertips around in soft circles on each side, as I kissed the other. I moved closer to her center until with a gentle lap I moved my tongue up the length of her lips. It was so sweet already and her sent filled my mind with an insane need to be with her. I kissed her slit from the top down, gently, then harder, adding tongue each time. I lapped up and down, and side to side, careful to watch what she was responding to. Quicker than I expected she moaned at me. ‘Please…’
I pulled myself up on top of her and kissed her deeply. She responded by running her hands across my back, clinging to me almost as she did when we were standing on the porch kissing for the first time.
I began to reach for the drawer to get a condom but she grabbed my arm and pulled it back. At the same time I felt her reach down and attempt to guide me into her at that moment. I knew it was stupid…but to feel myself naked inside of her was all my mind could focus on then. I needed to feel her that way. I had to. I pushed only the head of my dick inside her at first and moved it along the split opening of her pussy. The slickness emanating from her made it easy. It also made it easy in the next moment as I pushed myself inside of her entirely. Not more than average I was almost surprised at the type of gasp that she cried out with, and the strength and tightness she grabbed onto me with.
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