Conversations With Jack & Diane
Highland Brunch
It was still early morning when Jack shrugged off the
backpack and settled down under the shade of a large ohia tree to
await Diane’s arrival.
The serene valley opened up green and fragrant before his
feasting eyes. He loved it up here within the freshness of Anuenue
(Rainbow) Valley. Which sat, with magnificent solitude, upon the
slopes of Mauna Loa mountain. At more than nine thousand feet
above sea level, the quiet valley possessed the true feel of the
wilderness.
Jack dug deep into his pack and pulled out a neatly rolled
windbreaker. It always amazed him how such a small bagged
bundle could hold the willowly garment squashed within it.
He donned the wind resistant breaker and zipped-up the
front, protecting himself against a cold northern breeze that swept
down from the summit above. The sun was out, and the sky wore
a crystal blue countenance, however cold it might be here in the
highlands of Hawaii.
Jack smiled as the cobalt sky reminded him of a far away
friend, her eyes as mesmerizing as the natural canvas above. A
southern belle touched by the grace of heaven.
Speaking of grace, Jack’s reminicent urges were cut short
by the appearance, still quite some distance away, of the lovely
Diane.
He watched her approach as he layed open his backpack
and started to gather all the interesting containers that held their
bruncheon delights. He had even managed to remember the bottle
of Mosel-Saar-Ruwer 1977. Diane’s favorite wine. Although
she’d probably try and stop him from having any. She was such a
worrier. And he loved her for it.
He smiled as she drew nearer with each passing stride, her
long, sinewy legs sending a shiver of delight through his thoughts.
Although he questioned her decision to use shorts for a hike this
high up on the mountain. But still, those legs of her’s drove him
crazy! His smile widened as he placed the bottle of wine down to
chill in the sweet mountain air.
“Kakaiaka Jack,” Diane greeted, her long smooth strides
gliding her up to stand, towering, over him.
The sun was behind her as Jack looked up. The sight of her
bare legs standing spread before him was almost too much to
resist. He shaded his eyes against the glare and Diane’s beckoning
smile came into focus.
“Good morning love,” he squinted. “Step around this way
would you? The sun’s glare is devastating."
“See anything else devastating?” she asked, winking down
at him as she moved away from the sun’s bright grasp.
Jack shook his head, smiling. “No comment,” he chuckled.
“No comment?” she gasped mockingly. “Are you really
Jack!? Or some imposter cloaked in his sculpted presence?”
“Ooooo....” Jack smiled. “A compliment...” He pasued for
a second. “Are you sure you’re Diane?” he laughed with
satisfaction.
“Touche...” she echoed, shrugging off her backpack and
stretching away the kinks in her elegantly concaved back. She
bent over slowly. “”I love that you remembered this Jack,” she
smiled, lifting the cool bottle of wine.
Jack looked back over his shoulder. “Indeed,” he nodded.
“What’s a highland brunch without a good bottle of
Mosel-Saar-Ruwer 1977.” He winked at Diane.
“Mmmmm,” she murmurred appreciatively. “You do
know how to treat a lady,” she smiled sensually, placing the cool
bottle back down upon the hugging patch of naupaka grass. “But
we shalln’t over indulge, shall we?”
“No we shall not,” Jack assured her, his gaze returning to
the task at hand. “And do me a favor, will ya Di?”
“What’s that Jack?” she queried.
“Lay-off the mother-protector bit ok...” He didn’t make
eye contact as he made the statement.
Diane thought of the myriad responses available to her,
then offered a simple reply.
“Ok Jack,” she nodded sincerely, her delicate hand gently
squeezing his shoulder as she settled down on the warm woolen
field blanket Jack had spread out earlier. “Mother Teresa’s
helpline is closed for the day,” she winked.
“Good...” he smiled, his gaze finally rising to hers.
“Thanks...”
“Welcome,” she echoed. “Now...Tell me what tender
morsels you have brought to pleasure me with today..”
Jack laughed gaily. “You shouldn’t hand fruitful
comments such as that before a man of my harvesting abilities,” he
chuckled.
“My but aren’t we feeling gay today,” Diane giggled.
“Gay indeed,” Jack replied. “And if you were anyone but,
My Diane, I would feel compelled to qualify that remark.”
“Indeed...” Di agreed. “However,” she ventured. “The
thought has crossed my mind.”
“What thought?” Jack queried.
“The thought that perhaps you were gay...” she answered
softly.
Jack’s gaze turned on her with practiced ease. “You think
I’m gay?” he prodded.
Diane shrugged. “I don’t really know, do I?” She settled
her butt down snug on the soft blanket, stretching her long legs
out, her arms behind her back in a propping position. She tossed
her head, her long flaxen hair cascading over her shoulders.
“You’ve never really made a serious move on me,” she
continued coyly. “So sometimes I wonder.”
Jack laughed, still preparing all the containers of aromatic
morsels.
“I’ve made many moves on you love,” he protested, his
manly defenses slowly peaking.
“Moves that never went anywhere,” Diane countered.
“Well that’s because we have an unspoken agreement
between us...” he offered, popping open a tupperware container
filled with baluga caviar.
“Damned unspoken agreements!” Diane frowned, her eyes
drifting to the small plastic receptacle. “Oooo,” she cooed.
“Caviar...”
“Indeed,” Jack smiled, spooning a small scoop and lifting it
to Diane’s hungry lips.
“Mmm...” she moaned. “Heavenly. Simply heavenly.”
“Just like you love,” Jack offered smoothly, his eyes
instantly widening. “You see!” he exclaimed. “I just made
another move on you.”
Diane laughed happily, swallowing the last of the caviar in
her mouth. “Not much of a move loverboy.” She raised one
delicate finger to her mouth as she brushed caviar juice from her
lips and sweetly sucked her finger.
“There,” Jack allowed, finally sitting back and relaxing.
“Everything is ready.” He looked over at Diane. “Would you like
to eat now, or have a couple of glasses of wine first?”
“Hmmm,” Diane frowned, her lips pursing gently as she
thought. “I could sure go for a glass of wine love. But we must
remember moderation.”
Jack’s gaze tightened. “I thought Sister Teresa was taking
the day off?” he pouted.
“She has,” Diane assured him. “And it’s Mother Teresa
silly.” She reached out and touched Jack’s face softly. “I’m just
trying to help sweetie.”
Jack smiled slowly. “I know you are love.” He enjoyed the
warmth of her touch for a moment longer then reached for the,
now thoroughly, chilled bottle of wine, deftly gaining a pair of
plastic wine glasses as he swept across the warm blanket of their
repose, pouring the rippling liquid with effortless grace.
“Ohh, that’s nice,” Diane nodded, taking a sip from the
plastic goblet.
“Yes it is,” Jack agreed. “This entire space in time is nice,
don’t you think?”
“Yes,” Diane answered. “All of this is very nice indeed.”
Jack smiled warmly as he sipped his wine. “So,” he asked.
“Do you really wanna know why I’ve never schemed to fuck you?”
Diane nearly choked on her wine as Jack’s words accosted
her ears.
“Geeez Jack!” she exclaimed, a wide grin covering her
face. “Warn a lady before you ask such a question will ya?” She
brushed away wine splatters from her blouse.
“Wouldn’t be as much fun with advanced notice,” he
retorted playfully.
Diane chuckled. “I guess not,” she agreed. “But it would
certainly be a lot less messy.” She finished wiping herself off.
“Perhaps,” Jack conceded.
Diane pivoted slightly to face Jack, one leg folding under,
the heel of her foot touching her butt, while the other leg bent
gracefully in front of her as she rested her elegant chin upon the
smooth curve of her rising knee.
“Now Jack,” she instructed. “Tell me why you’ve never
schemed to fuck me...” She winked her glorious blue eyes
seductively.
Jack smiled slowly, his even white teeth sparkling in the
morning sun.
“Do you really wanna know?” he asked slyly.
“Would I be in this contorted position with this goofy smile
on my face if I didn’t?” she countered mischievously.
“Hahaha...” Jack laughed. “I kinda like you in that
position,” he assured her, his gaze sweeping down then back up
slowly.
“Just tell me will ya,” Diane urged, her smile as radiant as
the sun.
“Ok, ok,” he agreed. “Want more wine?” he offered.
Diane’s gaze tightened. Jack lowered the bottle to the ground. “I
guess not,” he smiled. “None for me either,” he winked.
“Good boy,” Diane murmurred. “Now get on with it,” she
demanded with a smile.
“Certainly milady,” he continued. “I have made love many
a time upon the thought of thee,” he offered, a sudden
shakesperean urge grasping his vocals. He cleared his throat.
“Excuse me,” he beseeched. “Sometimes I digress...”
“Quite alright,” Diane nodded, her pretty chin still nestled
atop her knee, bright blue eyes wide with anticipation.
“Actually though,” Jack forged on. “My thoughts have
made love to you a lot.”
“Really?” Diane queried.
“Sure,” Jack shrugged. “Many a time have I taken you for
my wench in the darkness of my most hidden desires.”
“Ooooo,” Diane chuckled. “Be serious will ya...”
“I am serious love,” he assured her. “For in the recesses of
my thoughts I might have you pleasure me in whatever way I
wish.”
“Go on,” Diane pressed, her expression calm and receptive.
“You don’t want me to go there Diane,” he advised her.
“Suffice it to say, your moans of ecstacy cascade into the vastness
of my dreams like music upon the dry, sweet air of a mountain
top.”
Diane laughed. “Dream on big boy,” she chided playfully.
“Exactly,” Jack allowed. “It is within my dreams that I
make love to you my sweet.” He paused for a moment. “Speaking
of big boy...”
“Hehehe!” Diane exclaimed heartily. “Another place we
may not want to venture upon,” she smiled.
“Indeed,” Jack nodded.
“So tell me Jack,” Diane pressed again. “How come
you’ve never strived to turn your dreams of lust into a reality?”
He shrugged. “Because of the face that keeps popping up
in the middle of our little adventures,” he replied.
Diane frowned, her perfect countenance so pretty upon her
knee. “Who’s face?” she probed.
“Becca’s,” Jack answered.
“What?!” Diane glared, her chin lifting from her knee.
“Jack...” she admonished. “Don’t you dare tell me that you’re
having fantasies about my Becca?”
“Don’t be an ass Diane,” he scowled.
“Sorry,” she allowed, her chin resting back onto her knee.
“No problem,” Jack shrugged.
“But do please tell me what the hell my sixteen year old
daughter is doing in one of your fantasies.”
“Moaning...” he replied.
“Jack!” Diane shouted, her face rising again.
“Kidding! Kidding!” he pleaded. “Geez, a guy can’t even
make a joke anymore.”
“Don’t be an ass Jack,” Diane sneered, her face descending
yet again.
“Oh how original,” Jack skewered sarcastically.
“You should have said touche,” she instructed.
“I don’t speak french,” he retorted boldly.
“Well perhaps you should shell out a few bucks for
lessons,” she countered pointedly.
“Never!” he shouted, standing up and shouting again.
“Never!” he yelled, looking down at Diane. “Try it love,” he
urged.
“Try what?” asked a wide eyed Diane.
“Shouting into the highland emptiness,” he gestured.
“What?” she squinted.
“Oh just stand up love,” he ordered, taking her hand into
his and lifting her to her feet. “Now,” he instructed. “Shout...”
“Nope,” Diane pouted. “I will not,” she stumped.
“Try it love,” he pressed. “It’s a feeling of freedom like no
other.”
“No...” Diane shook her head.
“If you don’t shout,” Jack warned. “I’ll not tell you what
sweet, innocent Becca was doing in my fantasies.” He arched his
brows maddeningly.
“Ohhh alright,” Diane conceded. “What should I shout?”
“Anything you’d like,” he assured her.
“Really?” she asked timidly.
“Yes, really,” Jack nodded.
“Ok...”she agreed, taking a deep, long breath.
“GOD!” she finally shouted without care. “Oooo,” she
chuckled. “That felt good...”
“Indeed,” Jack smiled. “But why did you shout, God, of all
things?”
“I don’t know,” she replied, smiling slowly. “You sure are
a strange man Jack.” Her hand touched his face. “But sometimes,
that strangeness really surprises the hell out of me.”
“Wait until you get a chance to shout while standing on the
summit...” He pointed toward the looming heights of Mauna Loa.
“I’m not going up there,” she sternly assured him.
“Hahaha,” he laughed. “Well perhaps someday I’ll
convince you,” he smiled.
Diane returned the tender grin. “Perhaps you shall,” she
replied softly, holding his gaze. “But please do tell me why Becca
was in your fantasy Jack,” she persisted.
He smiled slowly then relented. “She was there as a
warning,” he offered. “An omen of what our, crossing of the
sexual border, would mean.”
They both sat back down, Diane resuming her former
seductive position, and Jack smiling as she did so.
“Keep your leering to yourself,” she scolded.
“Uh uh,” Jack shook his head. “Should I go on with my
explanation?” he asked.
“Yes,” Diane nodded, her chin settling on her smooth knee
yet one more time.
“I believe,” he began. “That Becca’s face is actually my
own logic coming to bare upon my reason.”
“Geez Jack,” Diane protested. “Stop with the riddles, will
ya?”
“Sure,” he shrugged. “Whatever you want.” He took a
deep breath. “Becca’s is the face of pain that I would have to
confront if ever we were to make love in reality. Her’s especially,
is the fragile existence that could be forever destroyed if you and I
were to take our relationship to that next level...” He held her
gaze. “Do you understand what I’m trying to say?”
“Of course I do Jack,” she assured him. “But it doesn’t
have to turn out that way. Does it?”
He shook his head. “No, it doesn’t. But the odds are that it
would. I don’t think we can take that chance with Becca’s life.
Not to mention all the other lives that could be adversely affected.”
“Of course not,” Diane agreed, her chin still on her knee.
“But if we did,” she ventured. “What do you think it would be
like? Making love together I mean.”
Jack leaned forward and kissed her on her lips, his tongue
exploring her mouth as the breath left her body. He kissed her
long, and he kissed her with all the pent-up longing that coursed
through his soul, sweeping her thoughts away into the arms of
ecstacy.
“That’s what it would be like,” he smiled, finally breaking
away from her sweet, moist lips.
“Oh Jack,” she whispered, her blue eyes glistening. “It’s
just not fair...”
“I know love. I know...” he agreed.
They sat in each other’s arms for what seemed an eternity,
the highland morning passing into an ageless afternoon. The
sumptuous brunch forgotten as they made love the only way they
could. Deep within the collective melding of their dreams.
End
Unpublished Works © 1997 GJB
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