Where it happened: Camping
Of course, girls were on my mind. I didn’t really have time to worry about it though. My parents were adament about me attending the school of their dreams, and the more busy I was meant the more I had for the resume.
I wasn’t a nerd, but at the same time I didn’t hang out with the ‘cool’ kids either. I played sports and was a decent basketball player. This allowed me to have the perks of the popular people, but I didn’t care. The coach invited me to the after game victory parties, but I always told him “no thanks, maybe next time.” And on several occasions girls would ask me to hang out, maybe go to a movie or a party, and my answer would always be the same. “Sorry, maybe next time.”
The truth was, they all bored me. I was a high school senior and all I could think about was getting the hell out of dodge. It was a small town with a small town mentality.
The only friend I cared about, Kevin, invited me to go camping with him and his family. Two days in the Sierras. “Sounds like fun” I thought. Get away from here, see some things I had never seen.
We left friday after school in his truck. We were to meet his family at the campground that evening, for they had left in the morning in their motorhome. I brought a few books and some homework. I was ready for a relaxing time in the mountians.
We got to the site around seven that evening with a campfire roaring and the sunset lowering behind the cliffs. It was a pleasant scene. Mom, dad, Tim, the little brother, and Carrie, the older sister. I had known them all for years. Kev and I had played ball together since grade school, and he too wanted to get the hell out of that small town.
Just then someone stepped out of the motor home. An unfamiliar face in these unfamiliar surroundings. “Sean, this is Reese,” said Kevin. “She goes to school with my sister in San Francisco.”
I was taken by suprise. No one had ever struck me like that. I tried to be cool but my idiocy shown bright on my face just like a simpleton ordering another McDonalds hamburger back home. “Hi Sean,” she smiled. “Nice to meet you.”
“Nice to….to meet you too” I said in stuttered English. I was embarresed. I had always felt I could handle any situation under any circumstances. I thought I was untouchable, couldn’t be bothered. Now I just felt like a fool who never benn out of the backwoods.
She sat by the fire and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her brown hair was short, not even to her neck. Her lancky body seemed almost boylike, ackward, yet she moved with the fluid grace of a cat. I hadn’t said four words to her and I was devastated. She had just seperated fact from fiction, taken everything I had ever know my life and turned it upside down. I had some growing up to do.
The two days passed and the entire time I was mesmerized. It was all I could do to function normally. Kevin could tell something was up. “Sean, you seem a little distant” he would say. I couldn’t tell him the affect that Reese was having on me. I didn’t believe it myself and I certianly didn’t want to discuss it.
I talked to Reese briefly here and there, about the deer we had seen, and plans of the future, but each time I wouldn’t have the right words. Our conversation would end prematurely and I would slink around like I was twelve years old again.
It was saturday night and Reese asked me if I wanted to go for a walk. Of course I did, just hoping to have some sense of maintained composure, but not trusting myself. We strolled down by the mountian lake just off the beaten path and we sat and talked.
She looked phenomonal in her simple fleece and worn Carhartts, and with every word I hung like a man with road rage at a stop light. We talked about everything and I felt silly for being so sincere, but I meant it.
I didn’t know what to do. She was yawning and the last thing I wanted was for her to go to bed. Just then she snuggled up next to me and put her arm around me. My heart started beating like mad and she could feel it. All we could here was the sound of the crickets calling to each other, and my nervous breathing. I wanted her so bad, but couldn’t do a thing about it.
She turned towards me and I could make out her features by the moonlight. Then she spoke in a whisper that stopped my beating heart for a moment. “Would you mind if I kissed you?” she asked quietly.
“No…” I replied. “I would like it very much.” almost slipping to the sounds babies make when they are having a good time. She tilted her head and we closed in. I felt electricity. Like a gradual pulse of one hundred and ten volts travelling through my body. I became powerless.
We kissed like that for hours, although it may have been only ten minutes. Time became not only irrelavent, but indecipherable. I had no perception as I was drawn into this fantasy world.
She took off her fleece and was down to a t shirt. Then she helped me remove my jacket, kissing me whole time. In this manner we became completely undressed and I could see the incredable entirity of the person that had consumed me whole for the last forty eight hours.
She layed down on the moss and pulled me on top of her. My erection pushing hard against her thigh. She reached down and took a hold of it, slowly rubbing me. All thoughts of school evaporated. This was it. I didn’t care anymore. My parents never told me about this.
She guided my hand to her vagina and I slowly ran my finger along the ouside of her lips. I could feel the moisture seeping, and I was near losing my mind.
She reached to her jacket and pulled out a Trojan. This girl was ready. I was afraid, I had never had sex. I was afraid of her, she was too wonderful. But she made it easy.
She opened the condom and slipped onto my penis, kissing me during the entire process. I told her I had never had sex before and she stopped and smiled. “Do you want to now?” she wanted to kow.
“More than anything else” I answered her in the dark. All my fears rolled away like water as she helped me slowly slip it in. I held her tight as I had sex for the first time in my life. Of course, I didn’t last long, but she didn’t care. I was unhappy and embarresed but she made me feel better. We couldn’t do it again either because she only had one condom. That was it.
The next morning we all packed up and left for home. Reese left for school and I didn’t see her for five months. That summer I saw Kevins’ sister Carrie, and she told me that Reese had always wondered about me. That maybe I should call her.
I definately wanted to, for all other girls were just smiling forms as they passed in the hall. The only thing left to keep my mind busy was my schoolwork, which seemed trivial and too simple. I got the number and promised myself I would call.
It took weeks but I built up the courage. The numbers fell roughly and nervously from my fingertips to the keypad. I waited as the phone rang and rang. She wasn’t home. I left a number and told her to call back, that is “if you want to.” She wanted to.
That was almost five years ago and Reese and I have been together since that phone call, and living together for 3 years. She works at the art museum downtown, and I write for a prominent music magazine that most of America loves to read. We are happy. And believe me, we found more condoms.