Carey lived up the road from my grandparents’ house. I spent every summer there and he was my playmate (partner in crime) from the time we were 7.
When we turned 16, things changed a bit. He hung out with his friends most of the time and I spent most of my time either in my grandpa’s store or my grandma’s garden. He and I hung out on rare occasions like some Sunday nights when he found his way back to my grandma’s porch knowing I’d be sitting there in a rocker counting lightning bugs like we did when we were children.
There was this thing between us; this tension that neither one of us knew how to deal with. He was so delicious chocolate sweet like melon made me melt in his smile. I used to wonder sometimes what his lips tasted like, but I’d never let on. Half the time he probably thought I hated him.
As it happened, on Sunday, he invited me to go sailing. We sailed along the shore. Late in the afternoon we dropped anchor and watched the sky and shot the breeze. This afternoon of sitting on the water was different than any other time we went sailing (floating). There was a feeling in the air, a knowing in my mind, a rising heat between my legs, butterflies in my stomach….
In the middle of a silent moment he asked, “So what if I kiss you?”
“Huh?” I sat straight up.
“If I kissed you, what would you do?”
“I might just die!”
He laughed. “Die Sheli? Wow…” he retreated.
“-I mean, not because it would be gross, Care, but because, I don’t know… Why?
He was silent for a while, looking out toward where the water and the horizon met. Then he turned towards me and leaned in. I sat there paralyzed. My heart started racing. As he leaned in, he tilted his head and brushed his lips over mine. I closed my eyes. Then he kissed my lips fully. When he leaned back I opened my eyes and blushed. He moved in again, kissed me then took my bottom lip in his mouth and caressed it with his tongue. Both of us began breathing heavy. I put my hands on his face and kissed him back. He brushed his lips against mine again. “I can’t believe this is happening,” I whispered. He smiled and pulled me down to his body as he leaned back. I smoothly responded to his lead. We kissed deeply then I kissed his neck and all around it.
We lost ourselves and anything around didn’t exist. I had never before been kissed. I hadn’t been that close to a boy. I was throbbing in my pants and he felt so hard in his. We kissed and touched for hours. And when the sun started to set, rode back to the dock and walked to my grandparents’ house arm in arm saying nothing.
When we turned 16, things changed a bit. He hung out with his friends most of the time and I spent most of my time either in my grandpa’s store or my grandma’s garden. He and I hung out on rare occasions like some Sunday nights when he found his way back to my grandma’s porch knowing I’d be sitting there in a rocker counting lightning bugs like we did when we were children.
There was this thing between us; this tension that neither one of us knew how to deal with. He was so delicious chocolate sweet like melon made me melt in his smile. I used to wonder sometimes what his lips tasted like, but I’d never let on. Half the time he probably thought I hated him.
As it happened, on Sunday, he invited me to go sailing. We sailed along the shore. Late in the afternoon we dropped anchor and watched the sky and shot the breeze. This afternoon of sitting on the water was different than any other time we went sailing (floating). There was a feeling in the air, a knowing in my mind, a rising heat between my legs, butterflies in my stomach….
In the middle of a silent moment he asked, “So what if I kiss you?”
“Huh?” I sat straight up.
“If I kissed you, what would you do?”
“I might just die!”
He laughed. “Die Sheli? Wow…” he retreated.
“-I mean, not because it would be gross, Care, but because, I don’t know… Why?
He was silent for a while, looking out toward where the water and the horizon met. Then he turned towards me and leaned in. I sat there paralyzed. My heart started racing. As he leaned in, he tilted his head and brushed his lips over mine. I closed my eyes. Then he kissed my lips fully. When he leaned back I opened my eyes and blushed. He moved in again, kissed me then took my bottom lip in his mouth and caressed it with his tongue. Both of us began breathing heavy. I put my hands on his face and kissed him back. He brushed his lips against mine again. “I can’t believe this is happening,” I whispered. He smiled and pulled me down to his body as he leaned back. I smoothly responded to his lead. We kissed deeply then I kissed his neck and all around it.
We lost ourselves and anything around didn’t exist. I had never before been kissed. I hadn’t been that close to a boy. I was throbbing in my pants and he felt so hard in his. We kissed and touched for hours. And when the sun started to set, rode back to the dock and walked to my grandparents’ house arm in arm saying nothing.
it happens, girl. i was taking from memory a little.
