Where it happened: her house (butterfly road)
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 1
Category: Straight
Hmm….
All the other stories seemed so natural.
I think I’ll try an alternative format for this one.
One:
I met her in a hallway at school one day.
I was 14 then.
It was winter.
All of our hands were cold and our noses were pink.
Hers was too.
She was introduced to me by one of my best friends.
I had not seen her before.
Apparently she had just moved here.
I was in a hurry to get somewhere.
I shook her hand.
Her’s was warm.
Mine was icy and grey.
My long fingers stole her warmth.
It was really then that I first made love to her.
But you want hear the rest.
We shook in a kind of sensual ebb.
I went my way.
She lingered with my friends.
Not resisting the temptation, I look back.
Her staring eyes meet mine.
That was the second time I made love to her.
I went where I was going.
Two:
There was a network of trechery brewing about my school.
One of my more devious friends had planted some sexual rumors about some open ears and huge mouths.
Theirs breaths traveled like smoke in the cold air.
Their subsequent contortions of situatations that never occured ended up with me calling her.
I told her I’d call her.
I was wearing a green face.
It was for one of my plays.
She angerily gave me her number.
She was obviously angry about the rumors.
Besides, she had just got here!
I travelled away from her in a yellow bus.
I called and immediately apologized.
She dodged aroung me and played with my words.
We talked for six hours.
It was four in the morning when we hung up.
By then we had had phone sex.
That was the third time I made love to her.
Or something to that effect and closely related.
The next day we ditched and learned how to kiss each other.
That was the forth time I made love to her.
It was the second time I had ever kissed a girl.
She was good.
She let me do the playing.
The first person I ever kissed was a guy.
I am very liberated.
So we were kissing on a grassy knoll in front of a supermarket, one block away from our school.
Both of us had instinctively begun our search for each others sweet spots.
We were contemplating going to a more private place.
An old, dirty construction worker guy drove up.
He wanted us to get in.
We were both intoxicated with hormones.
I think that’s why we implied.
It was also pretty cold.
It turned out that the man wanted us to have sex in the car.
It was a truck, there wasn’t much room.
He didn’t want to watch.
I think he thought he was doing me a favor.
My pre-adolecent mind thought he was cursing me.
So, he drives up to this secluded river/ditch bank, under a tree I will never forget.
And he leaves.
Me and my girl are confused.
We kiss, trying to get passed the awkwardness of the situation.
We kiss, hoping it’s not going to happen here and now.
I wasn’t quite sure why she was kissing.
She did tell me to touch her breast though.
I held that erection for two hours.
We had our clothes on the entire time.
It was hard to kiss or see through my hair when I sprawled on top of her.
Her eyes always shown through.
They had a milagrosa inner-light.
With all the strange stuff we tried in that car we didn’t come to anything, at least I didn’t.
She did, apparently.
It was the first time a man had ever given her an orgasm.
She is, incidently, bisexual as well.
Woman are better than men she says.
Two hours later we ask the guy to take us back to school.
That was the fifth time I made love to her.
I don’t know whether to be embarrased or proud or in love.
She walks with a glow about her.
Days of ditching later we find our way across town to her place.
We got real close then.
That was the seventh time I made love to her.
By now we have decided we were in love.
It was a conversation in a supermarket deli.
We both muttered it out nervously.
We the kissed.
That was the sixth time I made love to her.
Three:
It was our two-week anniversary.
In all, we went out for almost a year.
We made love (techinically) countless times in that period.
It was always unprotected.
There were somedays, (schooldays even) where it happened two or three times.
I mean times as sessions.
Multiple times for session.
We were infertile rabbits.
So, on our two-week anniversary I came with a single rose.
My uncle drove me to her house.
First he bought me cigarettes.
She lived in the suburbs like I did.
I walked to her window.
I knocked and recited the scene in Romeo and Juliet where Romeo candidly professes his feeling about Juliet.
She pulled me in.
We kissed.
We made love.
She undid me first and my embarrasment told me to undo her.
I had told her I wasn’t a virgin.
She wasn’t.
She had had sex three times before.
I wanted it to last forever.
I caressed her flesh lovingly.
I became fascinated by it.
Her smell.
I almost forgot the implications.
Like I forgot I was having sex now.
I held my erection through all my detached studying of her perfect body though.
It was then that I climbed on top her.
Then there was the awkwardness of penetration.
She relived that duty.
She performed this duty everytime afterwards.
I discovered a good rythem.
I discovered a method.
It was to the beat of music.
I lasted two Nine Inch Nail songs.
I came and entered heaven.
(Sorry about the cliche.)
She had made a lot of noise.
I had made a big mess.
We did it again after the cigarette and got all of our clothes on.
Like I said, we mated like rabbits after that.
It took me a long time to discover the sensuality of the handshke or the sweet, small kiss, or the whispered “i love you” on a late night telephone.
She eclipsed all of that.
I loved her.
I still love her.
The details come back now.
The shaky hands,
the sweat after a night of tweek,
the quivering lips
that lied to me,
my own
of malice and sick sick sick sick
desire
like a rose
the twelve
dead ones i gave you
the
rust
that clung
to your shirt when it was wet
the nipples that poked through
that i had loved
before
you and his hand
mine and hers
yours and mine
this
there is so much beyond
this was just a quick, unedited briefing
of a much more interesting story
but this is all you asked for
you don’t want a life story
thanks for listening.
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