Love Struck (11 page)

Paulo drove along the picturesque
scenery with Sara beside him in a flashy rental car he acquired to travel in
style, he chose only the most presentable mode of transportation for a true
fashionable diva to ride around the lush landscape, they went perfectly
together.

With the roof down, the rush of the
warm summer breeze blew at her curly hair, caressed her face, heated her blood
and cooled it simultaneously.

Sara basked in the golden sunlight,
taking in the crisp air, admiring the spacious, fresh sight of the sea to the
left and the  wide, tall hills to the right surrounding her on the liberated
open road. “I'm in heaven.” she said, opening her mouth to feel a gush of the
wind fill her.

Paulo averted his eyes off the bare
road occupied only by their sporty vehicle to admire a real lush and fresh
spectacle that was Sara. The sight of her silky golden hair billowing
majestically in the breeze took his breath away.

“Me too.” he said in identical
elation.

Sara caught him idolizing her,
putting their lives on the line for a glimpse at her exciting beauty.
“Shouldn't you be keeping your

eyes on the road?”

Paulo looked back to the road,
blushed that he got caught. Sara found it extremely cute.

“Traffic isn't much of a problem
around here.” he said, trying to save face and excuse his moment of weakness in
her womanly intoxication.

Sara looked out at the endless blue
sea glistening from the view over the cliff side. “So, are we almost there?”,
contrary to how it may have sounded, she was not losing patience and growing
weary of the journey, she was loving every second of the trip and the
postponement to the big surprise that waited for her, she relished being alone
with her adoring admirer in the car with her, living life freely, off the
lines. She was just asking a curious little question.

“Almost.” he smiled, he could not
hide his excitement of seeing the monumental expression shine on her vibrant
face when shown the wondrous spectacle.

Sara eagerly awaited her surprise.
“It's going to be worth it. I know it.”

She was not wrong. “Believe me, it
will be worth the wait. Until then, just sit back and enjoy the ride.”

“I will.” Sara turned to Paulo,
admired his strapping, firm physique and charming, sweet nature perfectly in
balance together to make him one beautiful and alluring member of the opposite
sex.   Part of him reminded her a lot of Tommaso when he was roughly the same
age. That could have been the main contributor towards the kinetic attraction
she had for him.

It could have been a subconscious
urge to be with the man she thought the world over, and this was the closest
way possible to being next to him.

Paulo drove up the trail to the
cliffs. The momentous surprise was drawing ever so nearer to his anticipating
passenger. “Not much farther now.” he announced with the same raring
anticipation to unveil the glorious treat for her eyes only.

“Great.” Sara's heart rate increased
significantly, pumping at her exhilarated chest, coursing massive amounts of
surging adrenaline throughout her invigorated body like a biological power
plant being set to full power. The moment she had been waiting for would be
upon her.

They almost reached the top of the
trail, from there her surprise lay. “Close your eyes.” Paulo beseeched her, he
wanted the reveal to be perfect and its impact to be lasting on her senses, it
had to be the ultimate surprise she had ever received in the years which
predated him.

“You're a tease, you really want me
to wait for this hot spot.” giggled Sara.

“I want this to be a real big
surprise for you, one you will be amazed by.”

She looked into his youthful eyes,
there was no way she could refuse such a sweet young man. “Oh, all right
then.”, she complied and closed her eyes.

“No peeking.”

“I won't, I won't.” she laughed.
Naughtily, her eyes squinted open to take a quick peek.

Paulo spotted her. “You're peeking.”

“You got me.” she laughed even
harder. Paulo burst out in the same playful laughter.

It was the most frolicsome fun she had
since she was a younger girl, she could recall the last time she had to close
her eyes for a surprise, she was at a party, celebrating her seventeenth
birthday in the back garden, her parents were out for the day, leaving her in
charge of the house, she was given her shot to show them she was a blossoming
young woman whom they trusted was mature enough to do the right things and keep
the festivities at a reasonable rate.

All her friends and their friends had
gathered, offering handfuls of gifts in her honour which moved her and made her
feel like a princess at her grand coronation.

After the unwrapping of her beautiful
and thoughtful tokens of appreciation dedicated to her, and the ceremonial
serenade affiliated with blowing out the candles on the freshly baked cake and
making of the deepest, personal of wishes, one of the friend's announced they
had a special surprise waiting for her upstairs in the parent's bedroom, she
had no idea what it could have been, all she knew it was hyped to be the
ultimate surprise to make her birthday fully complete and superior to any of
the birthdays that went, and setting a bar that other birthdays to come would
struggle to compete with.

Closing her eyes, lead up the stairs
by her giggling and excited friends.

Impossible to fathom what it could
have been, she blindly went along with them to the bedroom door, hearing the
sound of it being creaked open, guided in and sealed behind her, a voice from
in the room told her to open them. It was a soft and tender voice belonging to
someone she had thought about constantly since first laying eyes on his
chiselled, wild, suave perfection, he was a young man who had the energy,
behaviour and passion of a famous musician in the making, Umberto was his name,
her first crush who was about to become much more than that.

When she opened her eyes, she could
not comprehend that he was actually standing at the bed, greeting her with the
swagger and passion she had seen many times and made her fall for him in the
class room every time.

Sara had often told her closest
friends about her crush on the enigmatic, hopeful musician, loved listening to
him play on his saxophone during music class, savouring each jazzy, heartfelt
note, and how she would have loved to have played music together with him, in more
ways than one.

Granting her birthday wish, her
friends had told the dynamic Umberto about Sara's feelings towards him, and as
luck would have it, he had a giant crush on her since first seeing her enter
the class room with her long jet black hair, crystal blue eyes, innocent shy
features, little red necklace and white and red uniform, all adding to her
general empowering appeal. She was all he could think about in lessons and at
home. When he played the saxophone, she was there in his heart, giving him the
inspiration to play such beautiful melodies for her.

Her friends were not exaggerating one
iota, it was the greatest birthday she had ever experienced and it sure was
tough competition for her upcoming other birthdays. They spent many hours
making music of the most beautiful and passionate kind, she had her first kiss
and first taste of a man in one thriving afternoon. She was accustomed to the
sheer thrill of what it was to love and be loved.

As for the relationship between Sara
and Umberto, it lasted a roaring year and a half, but like many young loves, it
came to a sudden end. Only a handful had the honour of lasting a lifetime, hers
was not one of them.

Umberto's aspirations of being a
musician came before her, he could not let love hold him back from becoming the
top jazz performer of the century.   

Sara did not get in his way, through
the tears and her first sensation of heartbreak, she carried on, concentrating
on her own aspirations of becoming the greatest movie star of all time, holding
off from another love for many years.

In the end, both Sara and Umberto
achieved what they aspired to be, they had seen one another's fame but never
had the courage to see each other, it would have brought back too much pain in
the process of reaching their stardom.

They would have their memories of
their first loves to remember fondly, but would ultimately have to move on from
it. Sara and Umberto had loved, lost and moved on. It was how it had to be
between them.

The more she thought about it, she
saw an element of Umberto in her charming admirer too. Another reason why she
was so captivated by him, she was reliving her old, first love with a whole new
twist to it.

Paulo stopped the car at the end of
the trail, there was no road left to travel to the destination. “We're here.”

“Can I look now?” she grinned,
feeling her racing heartbeat pulse harder and hearing the thuds off her ears.
She was raring to open her widening eyes and see what delightful location the
charming admirer had brought her to.

“Not just yet.” there was still a
small distance to trek across on foot.

Paulo helped Sara out the car, “Watch
your step.” he would be her eyes and guide her to the beautiful destination.

She could feel his gentle hand
holding onto her own, it was soft and gentle on her skin, he moved her along
the hard gravel, past what seemed like leaves rustling by their bodies, once or
twice she felt a branch brush across her cheeks. The travelling through the
beaten track was not very long, she soon found herself being lightly stopped at
what seemed like the edge of the ground, had she took one step forward it would
have been on thin, weightless air.

“Can I open my eyes?” she was at the
verge of gazing at the wonderful sight ahead of her, she could feel it
instinctively in her stomach.

Paulo could not wait to see her
reaction when opening her eyes. The time had come, the surprise was ready for
her “Go ahead, open them.”

Sara slowly opened her raring eyes.
Her mouth opened, her eyes widened. She was speechless and breathless with what
was laid out before her. “It's... beautiful.”

Her reaction was precisely how he
imagined it, the surprise was as impressive and world-shaking as he expected it
would be. He knew she would love the superb display laid out for their viewing
pleasure.

The sight of the land below and ocean
afar from atop the cliff was like something from a highly detailed, wonderfully
created landscape painting by a grand artist with photorealism in his palms
manipulated into the brush.

“I come here many times, the view
always centres me. Whatever may be going in my mind, the sight of this beauty
causes it all to drift away.” Paulo explained to her, sharing a special piece
of himself to her.

“I can see why, it's just so calm.”
she was greatly impressed by the inspirational spectacle “We're so high up, the
whole world could pass us by. We're free from the hustle and bustle of the
world below.” Sara could feel the immense inspiration flooding her, filled up
inside, mandatory to be released outside for the world to know. “Nothing from
below can stop us. We are free to live our lives, in our unrestrained world,
standing so gloriously at the top, above the heavens. It's such an amazing,
liberating feeling.”

Paulo was astonished by her beautiful
and mighty poetic words expressed so graciously, she was amazing him even more
than before “That was incredible. Did you take up poetry or creative writing in
college too?”

Sara shook her head. “I just speak
from my heart.” she told him plainly.

Paulo was even more love struck by
her and who she was. “What a beautiful heart you have.”

Sara and Paulo moved closer to one
another, stronger feelings came over them, powerful emotions took a tight hold
of them. Their gazes stayed on the view, the intensity rose, the magnetism was
at its highest peak.

“I know this sounds crazy.” Sara
started, letting him know the kinetic attraction she had for him and she could
tell he had for her “I'm finding myself more and more charmed by you. I feel an
attraction that I've never felt before.”

“Funny, I was going to say the same
thing to you.” Paulo was giving in to the flow of his searing emotions for her,
as she was with him.

“Do you think this could be a holiday
romance?” she asked, not sure how their future would go, it would be best to
start small and go on from there.

“Feels like it.” he shared the same
mutual feeling as his dear diva.

“What should we do? Should we roll
with it or push it away?” Sara asked, she wanted to see if he was willing to
declare his fullest devotion for her.

Paulo was caught up in the moment, he
replied without any hesitation. “Roll with it.”

Sara was caught up in the moment, she
replied without any hesitation. “I want that too.”

He held her hand, more tenderly and
more softly with a high intimacy. “Follow our hearts, spend the holiday of a
lifetime together, it's better than holding our emotions inside.”

She had no qualm over giving in to
her spontaneous feelings, he was just as willing as she was. “I've never had a
holiday romance

before.”

Their cheeks were so close to
pressing together. Paulo was on top of the world right now, nothing could ever
bring him down. “I have. Not so indescribable as this before.”

“This is going to be so much fun.”
Sara said with huge cheerful zeal.

“I couldn't agree more.” Paulo said
sharing the same zealous cheer.

They moved that extra bit closer,
their cheeks touched with a sweet warmth. The two magnets were together, the
sparks were flying out vigorous and vivacious, they were connected and it felt
so right.

“You know what else is exciting?”
Sara said with a giddy excitation.

“What?” he asked, Paulo could not
wait to hear what she had to say.

“You're going to be my toy boy.” it
was so surreal to say, but she liked it “I've never had one before.”

“You know what excites me too?” Paulo
said with a similar giddy excitation.

“I've wanted you so badly, now I can
have you, hold you, kiss you.” Paulo gently coiled his arms around her, he
could not contain his intense emotionality, it felt so surreal like a dream in
motion, made even more surreal by the fact it was actually happening “Last but
not least, make love to you.”

He cuddled her warmly, holding onto
her so romantically like the cover to a romantic novel containing a
roller-coaster ride of love and passion shared between two bona fide, fevered
lovers. “I desire you.”

“Hush you romantic fool, kiss me.”
Sara said with a commanding heat, it was far more intense in person than in any
of her hottest roles in her hottest films.

Sara and Paulo turned to one another,
his endless fantasy to kissing her would no longer be reserved to his mind, the
imaginary contact of their lips would be realized in the flesh. Their devouring
lips met at long last.

The kiss was long, passionate and
extremely steamy, Paulo's body span into a turbo-drive, his eyes rolled into
the back of his head, he could have passed out from the sweet tasting, soft
robustness of her, his dreams of her kisses was nothing like the actual thing.
He wanted it to last all day, alas they had to part their lips with an electrical
spark.

Paulo was breathless, it was an
amazing feeling, so unreal to experience. “Wow.”

“You like that?” Sara smirked,
knowing very well what the answer to that would be.

“Very much.” was all he could say in
his stunned state of amazement.

“Was it as good as you ever hoped
for?” Sara asked, overeager to hear how she lived up higher to his deepest
expectations built up over the years.

Paulo answered truthfully, “Without a
doubt, it was better than I ever could have imagined.”

“Do you want to kiss me again?”

“You've read my mind.”

Their lips compressed once more,
unable to be apart. Paulo's hands slid their way to her breasts nestled in the
alluring blue bra, cupped them, wasted no time groping them softly.

Sara pulled his hands down from her
chest, stopped kissing him from a brief interlude. “Slow down tiger.”

“Huh?” he asked with a gasp, his body
was moving ahead of his own consciousness. His youthful zest was getting the
best of him, it brought on a form of impatience.

“You're going a little too fast.”

“Oh.”

“A girl wants to be romanced.” she
explained, simmering his flames a small notch until the time called for it to
be ignited at maxium capacity.

“Of course.” Paulo's mind caught up,
it was in control of his body.

“The best place to romance a girl is
dinner.” she was hinting at a proposal, one he caught on the spot.

Paulo thought of the perfect
restaurant. “I know just the place, great atmosphere, very romantic.”

“I like it already.”

“Do you want to go there now?” Paulo
gracefully offered to his graceful angel.

“Not just yet, can we stay here a
little longer, enjoy the view

and our company?”

“If that's what you want, that's what
we'll do.” Paulo kindly obeyed, her wish was his command. He would dedicate
anything to please her.

“There's always time for food later,
right now I have something else on my mind.”

Paulo had a sneaking suspicion with
what she wanted from him. “Like what?” he asked, happy to oblige.

“Your lips.” her face breamed with a
vivacious sensuality, her eyes gleamed with a blue liveliness, her lips
beckoned from his own, she was like a wild fire out of control and only he
could cool her flames.

Sara and Paulo were involved in
another kiss, it was another component to make the picturesque view as an even
more truly beautiful landscape painting to captivate and enamour all the
senses.