Looking Out for Lexy

(Eighteen years earlier)

              “Ahhh, Angel.  Sweet angel, you’re drivin’ me outta my mind.  I gotta have you.  Please, Lexy, please.  I need you, baby.”  Eighteen year old Jack Wyatt was locked in a passionate embrace with Alex (Lexy)Latton as the moonlight flooded the shores of Lake Michigan where they stood, on a warm night in May.  Their kisses were sizzling, getting hotter with each kiss.  His tongue slipped inside her mouth as a small gasp escaped her lips. 

             
“Please, Lexy angel, you’re makin’ me crazy.” He managed to whisper several more seductive declarations between kisses.  Kisses that were driving Lexy out of her mind.

             
“Jack, Jack. I...I...you...you make me crazy too.”  Breathless, Lexy was lost, confused by incredibly erotic feelings.

             
"I want you so badly, Lexy angel, but what about...you know...Tom.  He doesn't like this, you know."

             
“Jack, You know it’s over between Tom and me.  It was really over before you came.  I love you.  You make me feel like I’m important...and you are so gentle.  You care about my feelings.  He doesn’t really care about me either.  We were together because I’m the popular cheerleader, all around good girl, and he’s the big football hero.”  Lexy's voice was laced with disgust, a hint of sarcasm. 

             
“We were always expected to be together.  I know he isn't happy because you and I are together now, but I don't care.”  She looked up at him, loving those large, dark tormented eyes.  “And what’s worse, I actually thought I was happy, until you came.  The rebel without a cause.  You know, like James Dean.  You were all I could see from the moment that first day you walked, no...sauntered into the school.  And, you liked me back.  I could tell by the way you watched me all the time.”

              “You noticed, huh.”  He buried his lips in her strawberry hair.  “You won’t be sorry, angel, I promise.  We’ll be together in college next fall.  I have big plans and I know you do too.  The two young lovers gazed at each other with the stars reflecting in their eyes.  Jack continued, “I wanna be with you, Lexy, only you.  I won’t hurt you, I promise.”  His hands slid under her bulky cheerleading sweater, swiftly unhooking the lacy bra underneath.  Lexy sighed as his lips continued to assault hers. 

             
Breaking the kiss, slowly and deliberately, he slipped her sweater and bra over her raised arms.  He caught his breath as the moonlight reflected off her naked, alabaster skin, her bare, white breasts, two perfect orbs, waiting for his touch.  Lexy lowered her arms, shielding herself, suddenly shy, abashed at her partial nakedness.  Jack was the first boy to see this part of her body without clothes.  Her innocence was pure, undefiled.  The boy, good-looking with his dark shaggy hair and chestnut eyes, stared at her.

             
“Oh, God, Lexy.  You are so beautiful.  So sexy.  Sexy Lexy.”  Quietly, he grasped her arms, placing them around his neck.  His voice was awed, barely a whisper. 

             
“Don’t be afraid, angel.  This is so right with you.  With us.”

             
"I'm not afraid with you, Jack.  I..I'm just a little nervous, you know.  I've never let anyone but you touch me."  Her voice was barely a whisper.             

             
"Shhhh, it'll be okay, Lexy.  I won't hurt you.  I would never hurt you." This boy wanted to spend the rest of his life with only this girl.

              Jack filled his hands with her purity, burying his head between her breasts, kissing her soft, smooth skin.  His mouth latched on to one nipple while his thumb gently caressed the other.  Lexy clutched his shoulders, a low moan escaping her lips as she slipped deeper into the sensuous pleasure of his touch.

             
He raised his head and began kissing her mouth, her face, her neck, returning to her chaste, but lush, lips, again and again.  One hand was busy fondling her virgin breasts while clumsily trying to unzip the back of her short, pleated skirt with the other.  His arms came around her, pulling them both down on the blanket beneath them. 

             
The boy laid her back, gazing at her, his brown eyes dark with desire.  Without a word, the girl held her arms up to the boy, dazzling him with an unearthly beauty reflected in the pale moonlight.   He was afraid if he blinked she wouldn’t be there.  Like a real angel.             

             
“Lexy.  Angel.  Baby.  You know how much I want you.”  His voice was husky with passion.

             
“I want you too, Jack. I love you.”  She slid a hand tentatively over the bulge of his jeans, the other burrowing through his thick, velvety hair.  He groaned and closed his eyes, momentarily. 

             
“I swear to you, Lexy, I’ve never felt about anyone the way I feel about you.”  The handsome, dark haired boy opened his dusky eyes and gazed with unmasked adoration at the pretty teenager lying next to him.  Her indigo eyes clashed with his.  It was as if the stars above them had now exploded in their eyes.

             
“Take me now, Jack.  I want to feel you....feel you inside me.”   She whispered as she tugged at his tee shirt, bringing him closer to her.

             
“Lexy, Lexy, you have to be sure about this.”

             
“I’m not afraid, Jack.  It’s all right.  I have never loved anyone before you.  No one has ever made me feel this wonderful.  I want you to touch me.  Here.”  Suddenly shy again, her gaze dropped, long, black lashes brushing her cheeks.

             
Grabbing his tee shirt with shaking hands, he yanked it over his head.  Leaning over, snatching his leather jacket, he fumbled in the pocket.

             
“Damn.  Angel, I don’t have a...”

             
“It’s okay Jack.  I don’t care.”

             
“You have to be sure, baby.”

             
“We’re going to be together, anyway.”

             
“Come ‘mere.”  The boy lay beside her, pulling her to him, his hand working her loosened skirt over her smooth, graceful thighs. 

             
Mouth to mouth, one hand was stroking and squeezing her breasts, while the other slipped into her panties. He discovered the nub that sent her over the brink of desire.  The girl writhed in his arms, moaning, shaking, clutching his arms, her nails digging deep into his flesh.  With a sob, she shuddered against his warm, naked chest, her breasts crushed against him.   

             
He released her.  Lexy lay on her back gazing at him through glazed eyes.   Panting.  Waiting.  Marveling at his beautiful body, Lexy felt this was right.  She knew it was right.               

             
With unsteady hands he fumbled with his zipper.  Hastily, Jack lowered his sweating body on hers.  Lexy felt his hardness against her thighs.  Her arms circled his neck as she pulled him to her.  His mouth was rough against her well kissed lips.  She was momentarily startled as his hard length began to enter her tight, moist core, slowly moving in and out. He moaned her name over and over as he drove deeper and deeper.

             
His head snapped up abruptly as the sound of screeching cars filled the lot above them.  Jack scrambled up hastily, cursing at the same time.

             
“Get up, Lexy.  Hurry.  Hurry!  We don’t have much time.”  Jack swore as he whispered hoarsely, helping her dress quickly.  He zipped up his jeans, quelling the raging lust within, quickly donning his tee shirt and jacket.  The sound of footsteps, voices, coming down the steep embankment, echoed in the night. 

             
Jack cursed again under his breath. 
Geez.  This was going to be bad.  For both of them.
  He raked a hand through his unruly, dark hair, the other arm draped loosely around Lexy's neck. 

             
“Damn.  I should brought the Harley down too.  No one would have known we were here.  We’re in trouble now, Lexy, baby, if it’s who I think it is.  Don’t say anything.  It’s me they’ll want.”

             
“No, Jack.  We’re in this together.  I’m not ashamed to be seen with you.”  

             
"No, baby.  Say nothing.”  He grabbed her by the shoulders.  “Say nothing!”  Jack released her reluctantly, not ever wanting to leave the sheltered comfort he’d found in her arms. 

             
The voices were louder now.  He was right.  Within seconds they were surrounded by several other young boys.  A tall, blonde boy stepped out from the rest.

             
“Are you okay Lexy?  This trash didn’t touch you, did he?”  With a sneer, the powerfully built youth glanced at the rumpled blanket beneath their feet.  Lexy moved against Jack.  She felt his body heat as she backed up against him.

             
“Tom, I told you we were through.  You and I-  ”

             
“Moose, take Alex to my car.”

             
“Tom.  Listen to me.  You can't do this.  Jack and I-” 

             
“Shut up, you.....Get her outta here.”  He waved her away with a look of disgust, turning with a hostile stare toward the dark haired boy. 

             
A large, burly kid stepped out of the throng. Grabbing Lexy roughly by the arm, he dragged her away from Jack.  Struggling, Lexy turned in great distress to catch a final glimpse of her young lover.  Jack lunged toward her, but was thrown back immediately, surrounded by drunken, mean looking faces.  He glanced up, a lazy, defiant smile, stealing slowly over his face.             

             
“Jackccc.....”  His name escaped her lips in a scream.  The big hulk of a boy picked her up and continued up the hill.  Tears were streaming down Lexy's face as she caught a last glimpse of the boy she loved.             

             
Jack remained silent, hands shoved in his jacket pockets.  He knew what was coming.  At least Tom Kane had the decency to wait until
sh
e
was gone. The dark haired teen watched as Lexy, the only girl he'd ever love, disappeared from his sight.  The gang of boys moved in menacingly.

             
Alone.  He was alone again.  Nothing mattered now.  Devoid of emotion, the handsome, rugged youth knew he might not hold her again.  He’d tasted love and caring.  The inevitable loss of the warmth and tenderness he’d shared with her, shattered his heart.  And hardened it-again.  Jack withdrew his hands from the pockets of the leather jacket, clenching his fists.  The street fighting he’d learned in the dark alleys of a New York ghetto would help, but the boy knew he couldn’t win.  His last thoughts were of his fallen angel, Lexy, as the circle closed in on him.

One

(Present time)

             
The two women hailed a taxi, jumping in as an early November snow swirled around them.

             
"I’m not really too sure about this, Thea.  He probably won’t even remember me.  It’s been a long time since our senior year in high school.  Oh, let’s forget it.  I know he won’t remember me and I’ll be so embarrassed.  I’m sure that he-"

             
“Hold it, Lexy.  How did you manage to get that all in, in one breath?  Besides, he already knows we’re coming.  I told him I was bringing you.”  Thea Handel shook her head as she and her childhood friend, Alex Kane pulled up in front of the New York Plaza Hotel. 

             
Thea, a producer and sometimes director in the world of music videos, had invited her friend to stay with her in New York for a few days after Lexy's divorce.  She had suggested that they attend a bash for one of the final two videos that Jack Wyatt and his band,
Rebel Canyon
,
were taping before he retired to do what he had always wanted to do, live and work on a ranch in Napa Valley.  According to the gossip rags, the rock icon was planning on raising horses, spending time flying his small engine plane, and building another ranch for boys from the streets.

             
“What did he say about me when you told him I was coming?”  Lexy looked rather eagerly at her friend.

             
“He said it would be nice to see you again.”  Thea shrugged her shoulders.  “It’s been a long time.  You were just kids the last time you saw each other.  What did you expect, Lexy?” 

             
“Oh, I don’t know.  Nothing, I suppose.”  Lexy felt a lump forming in her chest.  It was getting hard to breathe.  What did she expect?  That he would take her in his arms and tell her he’d never let her go again.  Lord, what an imagination.               

             
Her thoughts traveled back to the one night in particular, when she'd sneaked away from the dance with him.  Like it was yesterday, she saw him sitting on his Harley, black leather jacket and tight jeans, his guitar slung carelessly over his back, unruly, dark long hair hanging in his eyes.  Eyes that had looked only at her.  A night of passion that ended in disaster.  Tom had found them together, along with several of his athlete buddies.  Just as quickly and passionately as it had started, it was over.