Monday, March 12, 2007
New Beginning 238
As a young man, there were girls before the many men. Millie I had her first, with her soft supple goodness, her ability to smell like oranges in June. Then I tried Janet and Carry. I lied to myself about it occasionally, quite frequently – actually.
My first kiss was on the riverbank with Millie, I was sixteen. The sun was setting; we held hands and looked in each others eyes. We leaned into each other – the kiss; it was all slimy and squishy and tasted like peppermint. I pulled back but she seemed to enjoy it and want more.
I didn't understand kissing.
We went – all the way, a few nights later at a party. All the way was funny, I knew where to put everything; I knew where everything needed to go, that is – I didn't miss … let's just say. I knew where to touch her and hold her and make her feel special with just the right touch.
Jessica paid the barman and, without a word to the polyester-suited creep next to her, took her drink and headed back to her table. The old "I think I might be gay but I'm not sure" line might have worked on Millie and Janet and Carry, but it sure as hell wasn't going to get him into her pants.
Opening: Alex Geana.....Continuation: Anonymous