Blessed Tragedy(48)

A shove from Shay snapped me out of my trip to Mars and I put my hand out to meet his. “Charlotte, but my friends call me Charlie”.



As he touched me there was a spark. More like fourth of July fireworks. I thought I was going to blow up right then and there. His touch engulfed me. Just as all the lustful feelings flowed through me like electricity he pulled away. I could tell he was intrigued just by the look on his face. He had the same feeling flowing through him, I just know it.



“Well, it is very nice to meet you Charlie. I hope to see more of you this fine evening.” And Bentley strolled off into the crowds as the announcers started getting the fans riled up for the game. There was no feeling like a Red Sox Vs. Yankees game in Fenway park. It was the best game you really could go to as a fan.



Shay gazed at me with a look of humor in her eyes. I was never flirty with a guy, ever. Right then she burst out into song “Bad boys, bad boys, what cha gonna do? What cha gonna do when they come for you?”



I spit my beer out everywhere laughing, while strangers stared at the scene. She certainly is a word doctor if I have ever met one! We rushed back to our seats before the first pitch, I didn't want to miss it and secretly I really wanted to check out the other scenery.



Shay had come to live with our family after her mother was killed in a car accident when we were young. Maybe ten if I remember correctly, but it feels like she has always been my adopted sister and best friend. We always joked that we were the same Ebony & Ivory that Paul McCartney and Stevie Wonder sang about back in the 80's. On occasion we can actually get some Boston U sorority ditzes to believe it too. Those moments were priceless!



Being the only biological daughter in a sea of boys had been hard, but it helped me to hold my own as I grew. Besides Shay, I grew up with three older brothers, all of who are huge baseball fans. Baseball games were a family thing, weekly. Thankfully none of my brothers joined his evening or I knew I would never be able to get a word in with Mr. Tattoo. Their overbearing need to protect me after all the shit I got into in high school overshadowed any ounce of trust I should have gained with my good behavior in college.



“What took you ladies so long?” Jake asked with a look of suspicion as we shuffled back into our seats. He knew from the moment he saw our mischievous grins we were plotting something and he was dying to be included. But, the less people who knew of my school girl crush the better.



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As the innings went on and the Sox started raking in the runs the crowd was getting more and more lively. Mr. Tattoo would turn around and flirt a little, sometimes just give me a pantie wetting grin, but it was doing the trick.



By the time the seventh inning stretch came we were hammered. To use the word drunk would have been an understatement.



In typical Fenway tradition we heard the music start, and we all chimed in on cue “SWEEEEEEEEET CAROLINNNNNEEEEE BOM BOM BOM!”



At that moment Bentley jumped over the seats, grabbed my hands and pulled me to dance. Could this really be happening right now? Everyone I was with gasped and watched with a sense of protection, just waiting for him to make the wrong move. All while plotting our hook up in the same moment. Right there in the aisle we were dancing to Fenway's traditional tune, all smiles, like in a movie.

“GOOD TIMES NEVER FELT SO GOOD! SOO GOOD! SOO GOOD! SOO GOOD!”



In that moment, this tough looking mysterious man dropped to his knees serenading me for all to see. My face flushed as-red-as the hat on my head, but I didn't care, I was having a ball with it. Who was this mystery man and what was he doing to me?



The ballpark photographers all clamored over to take a picture of the scene Bentley had created on the third baseline. Clicking away in hopes of selling some souvenirs.



When the song ended he took my hand and placed a small kiss on it and headed towards the exit. Almost like he had methodically been planning his early musical exit. His touch nearly sent me over the edge. It was euphoric. Something I had never experienced in my entire life. I wanted to touch him back but I was frozen in shock. Was I being punked?



The dozen friends that packed the row with us just stared at me with a blank face. Some whispering to the other, some with their mouths hanging open waiting to catch a fly, everyone else cracking jokes about my new boyfriend. The fact was they knew I was unavailable. I had dated around through college but never took an actual boyfriend and I wasn't planning on that changing till I was done with college in a year.



It was then I became aware of the fact that he walked away. I was never going to see him again. Panic. Pure panic! This man who just sent electricity through me walked away and I would never see him again! I needed his touch, I wanted his hands all over me. What could I do?



“I think I am going to head out for just one last beer before the game ends,” I excused myself and headed in the general direction my new fetish. Just then Jake threw in his two cents “Uh huh, like you need another beer, good luck finding him, he is long gone!” and I bolted!



When I realized there was no way I would catch up with him I stopped for a beer and headed back towards my seat. Just as I reached the entry way for the section I heard a voice behind me, “You were just going to let me walk away like that?” and my heart sank. I turned around to find my school girl crush standing so close to me I could smell him.



The mixture of cologne and beer was almost heavenly. I found myself wanting to grab him right then and there and plant my lips right on his. I wanted to taste this stranger I knew nothing about. Yet I was frozen. But he wasn't.



He took me in his arms, right there in the tunnel for anyone to see. Putting his arm around my waist and the other on my face. As he brushed his knuckles down my cheek, he leaned in and planted the softest most sensual kiss, I had ever experienced on my lips. I melted in his arms. The way he made me feel in that moment was foreign. He might as well have stripped me naked and took me against the wall with the sensations that were going through my body. After his romantic gesture he let me go and backed away repeating his question.



“Uh... I... I... didn't think... I... don't know” I stuttered out. I couldn't speak worth a shit. What the hell was wrong with me? His spell was potent and I couldn't break free.



“I thought you were interested by the way you have been looking at me all night long. I must have been wrong.” His words were like a small knife right into my chest. “I don't normally make it a habit of hooking up with strangers in a ball park” I spit out at him. What the hell am I thinking? I like this guy! He is going to run!



“I'm not a stranger anymore Charlie, remember you introduced yourself.”

“I wouldn't think that made us friends.” I said and continued to sabotage any chance there was in seeing this man again.



As he walked away from me I was finally able to breathe again. When he was standing there next to me I might as well have been in my birthday suit for all of the ball park to see. It was embarrassing and I had these feelings I have never been exposed to. I knew I blew it with him, but a feeling of relief came over me. “I don't need a guy in my life right now anyway!” I mumbled as I headed back to my seat.



As I rounded the corner there was Shay and Jake chatting it up with Mr. Tattoo. They are conspiring with the enemy! When they noticed me on my way to the seat they pretended like they weren't doing anything wrong. There was no way I was letting Shay get away with it.



The game ended and we stumbled back to our apartment only a couple blocks away. When I hit my bed I knew I have overdone it with the alcohol for the night and I was out in seconds.



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All weekend brought dreams of Bentley. Dirty dreams, like the kind you have when you fall asleep watching Cinemax and you wake up to the cheesy porn remakes with horrible plot lines. Saturday and Sunday nights I found myself waking up turned on, soaking wet and in need of a cold shower. What am I a horny teenage boy now?



I replayed our kiss in my mind, repeatedly. I scolded myself for walking away. I beat myself up over the way I treated him. How could I be so heartless when I wanted him more than any man, ever?



No matter what I tried I couldn't get him out of my mind, but he was long gone. In a city with six hundred thousand people I would never see him again.



I decided I would blog about it. Not like it was much of anyones business, but it was what I did when I was bored. I opened my Macbook Pro and let all that I could remember from Friday night type out onto my keyboard. The drinks, the chance meeting in the beer line, the scene we made dancing, and Bentley serenading me, and against my better judgement I included the kiss. I knew I wasn't going to see him again so what kind of harm would it cause. I didn't use his name, he could ride off into the sunset, safe from my crazy life.