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Young Love
by Ken (cobalt_219@yahoo.com)
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A young man learns of love. (MF-teens, rom, 1st)
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In my 16th year, I was in heaven. I'd left a my first,
somewhat sexual girlfriend and experiences at that hard
on eight million time a day time of a boys life, to try
and find something more. Not that I had a clue what the
hell I was doing.
Before the time of text messaging, computers and cell
phones, in a land far, far away.
She was the absolute, most beautiful, sweetest young
woman I'd ever seen in school, or anywhere for that
matter. Italian in heritage, father a surgeon, and Mom
a plump, wonderful woman who always had a smile for me
and made the best, damned spaghetti a human being could
eat.
My friend, Tyler ( as in grow up together, baseball,
camping out all summer and all ) had called her for me,
or actually called a girl he knows better than I do who
was her girl friend. Next thing I knew, a few minutes
later, I was asking her out for a Saturday afternoon
drive.
Jackie was 15. She loved horses and rode for ribbons at
the fairs. Her Dad had standard breeds which were raced
at a track not far away in the summers. She was smart
and had the self discipline to study, all of which made
her even more attractive to me.
The first time I remember truly noticing her was two
years before, in junior high. White laced, knee high
socks, a dark green, navy and white, plaid skirt 6
inches above her knees and a white, button-up blouse I
could barely see her bra through. No kids, I didn't
attend a Catholic school, but she was Catholic.
Standing by her friend's locker, wiping the tears from
her friends face and telling her, "It'll be okay." The
whole picture; beautiful, smart, knows how to dress
without looking slutty and sweet, left an imprint on my
being like no other EVER had. To this day, 35 years
later, I write this and promise, I have been many
places, done many things and I still believe this is
what life is truly about.
Over the next couple of years I'd see her and say hi in
the halls or at the pool and hope someday she'd be my
girl.
Now, I was going to be with her, get to actually talk
to her, watch her all afternoon. A crush, NOT! I was in
love and LUST.
First time at her house, a nice one, intros to Mom and
sis's (2 younger) to pick her up for the drive.
A wonderful Hi as the door opens from Mom, "Come on in!
You must be Ken. Thought we'd never get to meet you,
Jackie's been talking about you for years," and laughed
as Jackie came down the stairs.
"Actually, we saw you pitch at the Legion game a few
weeks ago at the park!"
"MOM!"
Trust me, I had a smile on my face that would have
blinded a bat! Ten, 8, 5 feet away was the girl of my
dreams. Then right next to me. She put her hand in
mine, scrunched up her face and said to her Mom..."
Can't a girl have any secrets around here??" Still
grinning I said, "Tell me more!" to her Mom. Jackie
yanked my hand and said "No way, we're outta here!!"
and was smiling now as broadly as I was.
Now ladies, every man gets horny, especially at that
age, but I will tell you truly that this young woman
could have kissed me once and I'd have fainted, right
then and there. Dropped dead and been happy in heaven!
5' 3" or 4", Very fine, well below her shoulders medium
brown hair, hazel eyes with the longest lashes I've
ever seen , soft looking and built in a way that made
me not care about anything else in the world. Not only
could I hardly take my eyes off of her, but her hand in
mine, AND HER SMELL! Fresh, clean and slightly sweet
vanilla I think. God I loved ice cream. Damn, this is
fun to write!
Where was I? Oh yeah, for those days, she was dressed
to cause a heart attack. Mine!. A thin summer white
blouse, sleeveless, a bra I could see and khaki shorts,
tan, we called them very loose around the legs and an
inch or so from her privates down her legs, which were
not so long, but firm and shapely and slightly red,
"Been workin on your tan?" I said as we walked to the
little, red Corvair. "Yes, I'm a little sore all over,"
she said and smiled back.
I opened her door (we used to do those things) and
watched as her hair swung to and fro as she swung down
into the car. On the way to the state forest I could
hardly talk. I was doing my damndest to be normal, but
I found it kinda hard to breath, or I'd try to talk or
answer a question and run flat out of breath....very
strange! The rolling hills where we lived were
beautiful in the spring. The old , dirt and sometimes
gravel roads of the park winding always toward vistas
of the river valley or deep, cool shaded valleys with
shade abundant.
The conversation seemed to slow and I felt awkward, so
I pulled off at one of the vistas and we got out. As we
rounded the front of the car she moved toward me and
placed her hand in mine, slowly and carefully, and
squeezed. She was on my right and put our two hands,
and arms with them, behind my back and rested our hands
on my left hip, and her head on my chest as we walked
over to the grassy area.
As she spread the blanket on the spring grass she said,
"It's okay Ken, we don't have to talk. I'm glad I'm
finally with you. I'm glad we're here, time together is
all I want."
I reached out my right hand facing her and she her left
and she did not take her eyes off of me as we sat down.
There was a slight breeze and I could no longer help
it, as the wind blew between us, her hair covered her
face and I reached out and inserted my1st two fingers
into the hair below her chin and the last two under her
chin. I gently moved her hair back behind her ear, past
her shoulder so it wouldn't be in her face and so I
could touch her there, under her chin and along her jaw
all the way to behind her ear. I felt so very alive!
I swear I could see license plates two miles from me on
the winding road through the valley below. No drug in
college, no promotion at work, no nothing could ever
match the way I felt. Like in a movie or a great book,
except I was there writing it... with her. As she
looked at me and held my other hand, she said, "I want
to tell you a story." I started to speak but she put
her finger to my lips as if to shush me.
"For years I have liked you, wanted to be with you, be
your girlfriend. We have a lot of time, not just today,
but in the future, if that's what you want too."
I couldn't move as I listened and looked into her eyes.
The sincerity stunned me. "Lay down here and hold me
and tell me we'll be together."
I did and we were.
I was new at this and I didn't have the ability to tell
her how wonderful she was. We learned everything
together over the next few years.
To all women who have helped a man. And themselves.
Learn to love.
Thank you.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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