CHAPTER 7

The next four years flew by. Mark (19) was now working full time at the shop having quit school. He was now the top mechanic. The owner had asked him one more time to race, but again Mark turned him down. He did recommend a friend of his who was interested and who he felt would make a better racer. The owner took Mark at his word and began training him, leaving Mark in charge of the shop.

Over those four years, Mark had fallen in love with Misty (17). Many times he wanted to tell her, but found himself stumbling over the words. He found himself wanting to make love to her so badly, having not gone beyond just kissing and touching.

Misty's feelings for Mark had also deepened. The little time they had together was so precious. Often times she dreamt of Mark touching her, of making love to her. She would breathe faster as she pictured him on top of her, kissing her all over. Misty made up her mind that the next time they meant, it would be different.

Mark had found an empty old house while riding around one night. He looked around and saw it would be perfect for he and Misty to meet as no one ever went there. He spent many nights fixing up the inside, cleaning, painting, even repairing the furniture in it. When he brought Misty there and showed her, she thought it was the most beautiful place she had seen.

When they met at the house as usual, everything seemed different. It was like the night spirits sensed something special was about to happen. A full moon was out, shining brighter than usual, bathing the room in an etherial glow. Misty was looking out the window at the moon. Mark had his arms around her, holding her against his chest. She turned and looked up at him, his lips coming down on hers. It wasn't as if he hadn't kissed her before, but this night it was different. This was something more. It spoke of deep passion, of desires waiting to be fulfilled.

Mark lifted his head. "Misty, I want to love you. Please let me," he groaned. He bent and kised her again, his hands going down her back, sending shivers through her. When he lifted his head, she slowly nodded.

Shaking, she stepped back and began to slowly undress, her fingers fumbled at the buttons of her blouse. She took it off, dropping it to the floor. Then she undid her jeans, taking them off, her underwear the only barrier. She reached behind her, unhooking her bra, sliding the straps off her shoulders, then dropping it to the floor. Mark stared at her breasts, the pink tips hardening in the cool air. Lifting her up, he laid her gently on the sofa.

Misty watched as he undressed, her eyes staring at his broad chest as he stood over her in only his underwear. Her eyes widened as she saw the outline of his desire. Gently he eased down on the couch, his body covering her. He bent his head, his lips caressing hers, his tongue going inside, tasting the sweetness of her mouth. Misty groaned, then thrust her tongue inside his. Mark sat up, his eyes traveling down her body. "You are so beautful." He bent, his lips kissing her neck and shoulders, making their way to her breasts. Gently he cupped them, his thumbs rubbing the tips before bending to take one in his mouth.

Misty arched her back, her body shaking as he hungrily tasted her. She moaned his name as he kissed the valley between them before taking the other tip in his mouth. His hands roamed her body. "Oh, Mark!" she softly cried. His fingers traced the outline of her panties, sliding down to between her thighs, urging them open. Mitsy opened her legs, Mark feeling the heat of her passion through the cloth. Lifting the thin crotch material, he slipped them inside. Misty jumped, her whole body feeling on fire as he opened the outer folds, his fingers inside her, searching till they found her center, already hard and throbbing from desire, her breathing ragged as he massaged her. Every touch, every stroke made her moan in pleasure. "You feel warm and wet," he whispered, his desire growing. He took his fingers out and looked in her eyes. "I want to taste you." He took the top of her panties and pulled them down. "Lift your hips." Misty lifted her hips as he slipped them off and dropped them to the floor. He looked at the dark curls that hid what he craved. He bent and kissed her thighs, smelling the sweetness of passion, making him want more.

Mark opened the soft outer folds, the moonlight revealing the pink delicate skin. He bent and ran his tongue around her inside, Misty clutching the side arm, her hips moving as he circled her bud, then taking it in his mouth and gently sucking it. Misty grabbed his hair and pushed his face further in her. "Please, I want more!" Mark lifted her hips, burying his face deeper in her, inserting his tongue in her love tunnel. Something she had never felt before began to come over her. It started in the pit of her stomach and went down. Misty was about to experience her first orgasm. She felt as if she were about to burst, her body shaking as she felt a need to release as it became to be too much for her. She screamed as her body jerked, her essence flowing uncontrollably. Mark eagerly lapped her juices, reveling in their sweet taste.

When she had calmed down, Mark slid up her body. "Oh God, Mark, I never felt like that!" He kissed her, her lips tasting her own essence. She felt his shaft rubbing against her thigh. He lifted his head. "I need to be inside you." He stood up and removed his underwear. Misty saw how well endowed he was. She began to shake as she felt she would be torn apart if he went in her. "You're so big! I know it's going to hurt!"

He saw how she trembled. He knelt between her legs. "I'll try not to hurt you." She braced herself as she felt him insert the tip. Tears began coming down her cheeks as he entered. He felt his tip touch her maidenhead. He kissed her, pushing his shaft in as he broke through. Misty screamed and bit his lip. He stopped and held her tightly in his arms till the pain had passed. He felt the tears on his shoulders. "SSHH darling. I'm sorry." For several minutes they laid there. Then he slowly moved in and out. Misty still felt the pain, but gradually it went away. Her hips began to move with him. "You're so tight!" he groaned. "This feels so good," she sighed. He moved faster, her muscles contracting around him. "Oh, baby," he groaned. He got up on his knees, lifting her hips and thrust harder in her. Both were breathing faster, their bodies now at the peak. Mark felt himself stiffen. "Baby, I'm coming!" he cried aloud. Misty felt his warmth fill her, sending her over as she again flowed. For several minutes he held her hips as he flowed, his body shaking. He carefully laid on top of her for a couple of minutes, then laid on his side, Misty resting almost on top of him, their bodies sweaty from their first lovemaking.

CHAPTER 8

Mark took her hand in his. She noticed how it disappeared as he held it. He put it to his lips and tenderly kissed it. He looked in her eyes, which seemed to shine from the moonlight. "You are so beautiful, Misty. There were so many nights I dreamed of how you would be, of this moment."

"I dreamed of you, too, Mark. Of having you on top of me, kissing me all over." "Was it like you dreamed?" "Yes, it was. Even better than I could ever imagine. I felt things that I had never felt before. Was it for you?"

"More than I ever thought possible." She saw a slight hesitation come over his face. "Is there something else?" She felt him begin to tremble. Mark wanted to tell her, but he found it hard to speak. "I...I... Damn, I want to tell you but it won't come out!" "What?" Taking a deep breath, he blurted out, "I love you." He saw a tear go down her cheek, then felt her hand touch his cheek. He reached up and put his hand on top of hers. What he heard next would send him soaring. "I love you, too, Mark."

For a bit he felt like jumping up and down in sheer ecstacy. She felt the same as he. He held her tightly to him. "To think you could love someone like me."

"Why would you say such a thing?" "I'm a poor boy who's not supposed to be good enough for some one like you."

"Mark, you were always good enough. I didn't care about where you came from. I started liking you from the moment we shared our first lunch. I just wish dad would feel the same way."

"I wish he would, too. Then we wouldn't have to sneak around to see each other." "Maybe one day he will."

Misty looked at the time. "Oh my! I have to get home!" They both got up and dressed. When they finished, they left the house. Misty turned and looked back. "I will always remember this night and this place."

Mark looked at the house. "So will I." They walked hand-in-hand to the end of the path. They kissed one more time, clinging to each other as if it was their last. "I'll see you next Friday," he said. Misty nodded and went home. Mark got on his bike and left.

When she got home, she quickly went to her room. She undressed, looking at her naked body in the mirror. Her long hair was mussed but she didn't care. She looked at the rest of her body, seeing it had a slight blush to it. She ran her hands over her body remembering that he had said she was beautiful. She closed her eyes, seeing how gently he had traced her body, cupping her breasts and sucking the pink tips. She ran her hands over them, seeing them become hard, then ran them down till they reached her thighs. She could still feel his fingers and lips caress her passion, making her moan softly. It had hurt when he first broke through, but Mark had been so gentle, holding her to him till the pain had gone. She longed to have him hold her again, to feel his length buried in her, to hear him say "I love you" one more time. Misty knew Mark had branded her. He had her heart, her body, even her soul. She was his forever.

Mark laid in his bed, reliving every moment of their lovemaking. He could hardly believe how beautiful she looked, her skin glowing; so soft and silky to the touch, the taste of her passion like nectar. He moaned as he still felt her tightness gripping him. Even now the meer thought was making him hard. As they had laid there afterward, she had told him she loved him, a poor kid from across the tracks who wasn't supposed to be good enough. She said she had always liked him. He, too, had liked her from the start. Mark knew he belonged to her in every way possible, that he was hers forever.

CHAPTER 9

One morning Mark came into the shop a little earlier than usual. He had wanted to do some work on a bike he was building. As he approached he heard voices from inside, as if they were arguing. He entered the shop to see his boss in a heated argument with who he thought was a customer. The owner saw Mark standing there and stopped talking. The other man turned and saw Mark and became quiet as well.

"Is there anything wrong?" Mark asked, looking back and forth. "No, we're just chatting," his boss replied. "I'll be in touch with you later," the other man said, then left.

Mark went over to his bike, looking at his boss go into the office. Something was going on, but he had never been one to butt into anyone's business and wasn't going to now. He worked for an hour on the bike before opening up for business, his mind on Misty.

He had been looking at a couple of jewelry shops for the past couple of weeks. He had decided to ask her to marry him. He knew her father would never allow it, so he was going to ask her to elope. During one of their nights together she told him her father had begun to become suspicious as to where she would go and had questioned her about it. She told him it was none of his business and that should not be asking her that. She said he had gotten angry and yelled at her. She said she walked away and went to her room.

"My dad, too, wonders where I go on Friday night. He thinks I belong to some secret gang. He never gave a damn about what I did before. I don't know why he's now starting to care. Maybe he figures I'll leave and cut off his so-called supply."

"I wish we could go somewhere, just the two of us, away from everyone." "Would you really do that?" "Yes, I would." Mark thought now. "Will you marry me?"

Misty sat up, her mouth open. "Did I hear you right? You want me to marry you?" Mark nodded. "When did you think of this?" "For a couple of weeks now. I know your dad wouldn't let you. I thought we would go somewhere out of state."

"Elope?" "Yeah." "I don't know." She ran her fingers through her hair then laid back down on the couch. Mark's face came over hers. She reached up and stroked his cheek, then brought his face to hers and caressed his lips, slipping her tongue in. Mark held her tight, returning her kiss. He felt her hands caress his chest, then unbutton his shirt. They both quickly shed their clothes, their hands and lips roaming over each other's body. As soon as he entered her, they began moving as one, their movements taking each other higher til they called each other's name, their need satisfied. When their breathing calmed, Mark pushed her hair away from her face and kissed her forehead.

"Yes, I'll marry you." Mark sat up and looked down at her, his eyes wide, then a big grin appeared. "You mean it?" "Yes, I do."

Mark kissed her, then lifted his head, his mouth still in a big grin. "You sure you don't need more time." "I'm sure. When do we elope?" "How about in a couple of weeks. We'll meet here and leave."

For another hour they laid there, making love one more time before they dressed and went their separate ways.

CHAPTER 10

Mark went to work all that week in a state of euphoria. In another few days he and Misty would leave town to get married. He went to the jewelry shop and picked out a small ring. It was all he could afford as he knew they would need every penny he had to live on till they found someplace to live and he found work.

Misty looked in her room to see what she could take. She was so excited she almost couldn't contain herself. She knew also it couldn't be much as they would be taking his motorcycle. She looked in her special hiding place and took out a small box and opened it. She took out the money she had saved over the years babysitting and counted it. It wasn't much but every penny would help. She also looked through her jewelry box to see if there was something she could take and sell just in case they needed more money. She saw the bracelet Mark had given her when she was seven. "You're coming with me," she said.

The day they were to leave Misty had Cindy ask her mother if she could spend the night. She said she could. Late that afternoon Misty went over to Cindy's house and told her what she and Mark were planning to do. "Misty, your dad will raise the roof when he finds out!"

"I don't care. I'm tired of him and his temper, and mom doing nothing but jump when he says jump." Just after dark Misty went to their place and waited.

Mark had gotten what he was taking together and got on his bike to go to pick Misty up. On the way, he saw the lights on at the shop. He thought it unusual so he stopped. When he entered he didn't see anything at first. He saw the office door open which he thought unusual as it was always closed. He looked inside and saw his boss on the floor, blood spurting from his head. Mark went over to him, then saw the wrench beside him. Just then he heard voices coming in the shop. A couple of his boss' friends had come by to see why he was late. One of them saw Mark come out of the office; then saw the body on the floor.

"What the hell happened here?" "I found him like this." "Say, don't you work for him?" "You live across the tracks, don't you?"

Mark saw how the two men looked at him. "Hey, I didn't do this! I found him like that!" "He said he had been having trouble lately." They began going toward Mark.

Mark backed up. He knew that whatever he said they would not believe him. He saw the only way he could get out was through them. He ran at them, knocking them to the floor. He ran and got on his bike and sped off.

Misty was pacing back and forth waiting for Mark. She heard a noise from outside and went to the window. It was Mark. She saw he was breathing fast. Opening it, he quickly climbed in. "Mark, what's wrong?"

"I stopped at the shop on my way over. I saw the lights on and went in. I found my boss on the floor, blood rushing from his head. A couple of guys came in. They saw me then him and thought I did it. They came after me so I knocked them down and rushed here. I'm pretty sure they called the cops and said I did it."

"Oh Mark!" "Misty, I'm going to have to leave. I know we were to elope, but I can't get you involved in this." "Mark, don't run!" "I have no other choice. Please say you'll wait for me. I'll come back for you."

"No, Mark, I want to go with you." "No, Misty, that wouldn't be fair to you." He gently put his hand to her cheek. "I'll wait for you."

They turned as they heard police sirens going by. Mark pulled her in his arms and kissed her urgently. Misty wrapped her arms around his neck. Then he broke away and climbed out the window." "Mark....!" "Please wait for me. I'll come for you."

He kissed her one more time, then ran off through the brush. She faintly heard his bike go off in the distance. Misty left the empty house, then looked back one more time and went to Cindy's house.

CHAPTER 11

Misty went home the next morning. Her dad was at the table reading the paper. He looked up when she entered. "You're home early."

"Cindy had to leave." He went back to reading. "I hope they catch that damn bastard!" "Who dad?" "This Mark Roberts. He's wanted for killing the owner of a cycle repair shop. Seems two of the man's friends came in the shop and saw him come out of the office. He knocked them down to get away. He comes from across the tracks. I always told you nothing good comes from there."

Misty went to her room. Locking the door she laid on the bed and cried. "Mark, please come back." For the rest of the day she stayed in her room."

The next morning she woke up, her stomach in a turmoil. She went to the bathroom and threw up. Misty washed her face and went back to her room. Her mother came in and saw how pale she looked. "Are you okay?"

"I just have an upset stomach." Se felt queasy again and ran to the bathroom and threw up again, this time longer than the last. Off and on during the day she was in the bathroom throwing up.

"Misty, we're taking you to the emergency room." "Mom, it's not necessary. I'll be okay." "No, we're going now." They sat in the hallway and waited. The doctor came out after an hour. "We ran some tests. All the tests but one came back negative. The last test we did came back positive."

"What is it?" her mother asked. "She's pregnant. I would say three to four weeks along." "PREGNANT!" her father yelled. Misty came out of the room. She saw the angry look on her father's face.

"Young lady, you have some explaining to do when we get home!" When they got home, he made her sit while he paced back and forth. "How could you be pregnant unless...? "Who's the father?" "No, I won't tell you!" she snapped. He slapped her across the cheek. "Who have you been seeing?" "None of your business!" He went to hit her again, but her mother stopped his hand. "No, I won't let you hit her again."

He looked at his wife of twenty years, surprised she had the nerve to stop him. He looked back at his daughter, who was looking at the paper. It then came to him. "You were seeing this Mark Roberts, weren't you?" Misty looked him in the eye. "Yes." "How long?" "We've been seeing each other for years, dad." He picked up a lamp and threw it. "You were told never to see or talk to trash from across the tracks."

Misty jumped up. "Mark IS NOT TRASH! HE'S EVERY BIT AS GOOD AS ANYONE ELSE!" "Oh! He get's you pregnant, kills somebody and leaves!"

"He didn't kill that man! I know he didn't!" "If he didn't, then why did he run?" "Because he knew no one would believe him!" "And you do?" "Yes, I do! He and I were going to go away and get married!"

"You were going to elope with that trash!" "Yes, I was." "I want you out of here! I don't care where you go! Just get out of my house, now!"

Misty looked at her mother, who looked away. She took the still packed bag and left for the front door. She was just about to close it when her mother stopped her. "Here, take this," she said softly.

Misty felt something in her hand. It was a small wad of bills. She looked up. "I kept this for emergency purposes. Your father didn't know. I want you to go to Aunt Sydney's house. She'll take care of you."

Misty left, walking downtown to the bus station. After buying her ticket, she sat in the station and waited. A half hour later she was on the bus for the overnight ride to her Aunt Sydney's.

CHAPTER 12

She arrived at her aunt's door the next morning, who was very surprised. "To what do I owe this visit?" "Dad kicked me out. Mom told me to go and live with you." "Come in and tell me the story." Misty sat and told her.

"Why that son-of-bitch! He had no business doing that to you. I never did like him. I'm surprised my sister went behind his back. Maybe she'll get enough gumption to one day leave. Between the two of us, that baby will have a good home."

Misty settled in. A few days later she found a job as a cashier at a local clothing store. Mark had gotten away and hid for a while. His money was running short so he had to find a job. He also would have to change his appearance so he grew his hair long and sprouted a moustache and small beard. For the next few weeks he moved around a lot, not staying too long, earning money as he went. He finally found a job that was just right for him and would keep him on the move. It was a mechanic for a bike racing team. The pit chief hired him right away as he was very impressed by Mark's knowledge. Shortly after Mark went back to Frankfurt to see Misty. The whole way back he thought of nothing but her. Arriving at night, he snuck through town and went to Cindy's house.

Cindy had been sitting on the back porch, wondering where Misty could have gone as she had not seen her for the last couple of months. She was about to go in when she heard someone whisper her name. She went down the steps toward the hedge. "Who is it?"

"It's me, Mark." "Mark!" She covered her mouth. "Where are you?" she whispered. "I'm over by the tool shed." Cindy walked over, making sure no one was watching. "Mark, what are you doing here? They're still looking for you. You took an awful chance coming back!"

"I came back for Misty. I want you to call her to let her know I came back for her." "Mark, I wish I could, but she's not here." "Not here? Where is she?" "I don't know. Her dad kicked her out. Told her he didn't want to see her again." Mark groaned. "Why?" "I don't know. Her mom didn't tell me or even where she went. I think she may have left town."

Mark closed his eyes. "You had better go." Mark snuck back to the empty house, his bike parked in the woods. Climbing in the window he went to the room that had been their meeting place. Cobwebs were everywhere. He wiped them off the couch, staring at it as memories of the love they shared came back. Tears welled up in his eyes. "Misty, I came for you. Where are you?"

He climbed out the window and walked to the woods. Getting on his bike, he looked back one last time, tears flowing down his cheeks. "There'll never be anyone else." Revving the engine, he took off.

END OF BOOK 1

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