Growing up
I was not very educated in things going on in the world. If it was not on my morning cartoons chances
are I did not know about it.
While kids
were learning adult content in elementary school I just nodded my head and
played along, pretending I knew what they knew about sex. I did not want to be laughed at for not knowing
what the other kids were talking about.
Plain and
simple, I was naive.
Most of my
peers already had their first kiss before getting out of the fifth grade. Jr. High provided more proof of this fact
when everywhere you looked the “cool” kids were making out.
Cheerleaders
were girlfriends to the football players.
Clicks were everywhere and faces were stuck together. As for me, I had to watch from afar. While I longed for the contact the other kids
had I was reminded of two reasons why I could not.
First off,
I was a geek. Other geeks did have girlfriends but I seemed to be
different. I was always considered “a
good friend” and nothing more.
Second, it
was forbidden for me to have a girlfriend at my age. Unlike most teenagers, I was not the rebel
without a cause. Even if I did have a
cause it would not have mattered, I was a Jehovah’s Witness. Like I said, it was forbidden in our
religion.
For this
later reason I was often teased. I was
different. I was an easy target. Needless to say, Jr. High was a very lonely
time for me.
When I
became a freshman in High School things changed. I was at a new school, new students, and
unlike the kids I had been in classes with since the second grade, these new
students knew nothing about me.
Still I had
to pretend I knew what was going on.
Clicks were everywhere and I did not fit into any of them. I did what I have always done, being the geek
I was, I worked in the library.
I had been
working in the library during my lunch since the sixth grade. I was at home.
I filed
books. I cleaned up. I read the comics in the newspaper. I finished my homework. I tutored other students. One of these students would educate me more
than I would educate her. Her name was
Vanessa Ortiez.
Vanessa was
a goddess. Beautiful flowing long black
hair. Cute perfectly placed
dimples. Long luscious legs. Firm round behind. Great hips.
Forty-six DD breast. Soft smooth
tan skin. One hundred sixty pounds and a
smile that would make your heart melt.
Like I said, a goddess.
Vanessa was
failing English and History, two of my best subjects. When she walked up to me on that bright
Friday afternoon I was stunned. She was
asking for my help.
Unlike
other girls, Vanessa asked for my help directly, not flirting with me to say
yes. How could I refuse?
Everyday
Vanessa would come into the library and I would tutor her in the back study
rooms. We could eat in these rooms so
sometimes she would bring lunch for us to share. I would imagine I was on a picnic instead of
in a small room filled with books.
I wanted to
be with Vanessa, and not just as her tutor.
I was no longer naive, just inexperienced. However, I did know enough to know Vanessa
was way out of my league. She was a goddess and I was an insect.
Vanessa was
always serious when we studied so I had to be too. In all honesty I could not concentrate when I
was around her. My brain turned to mush.
On occasion
my mush brain would show and Vanessa always
found this funny. “It’s very cute,” she
would say.
This went
on all semester. Vanessa’s failing
grades were rising. She went from F’s to
A’s. When Vanessa received her final
report card of the semester she was surprised to see straight A’s.
Never in
her life had Vanessa received straight A’s.
The fruit of her labor was clear and she was excited. This excitement prompted a reward for me,
although Vanessa did not know it.
The next
time Vanessa saw me I was busy putting books back in their place on the
shelves. I never saw her coming. Vanessa’s arms wrapped around me as she
hugged me tight.
Vanessa’s
firm breasts were pressing against me tightly, my reward. When Vanessa let go I turned around. Vanessa hugged me again. The sweet smell of her perfume and shampoo
filled my nose, drifting me away to paradise.
Vanessa always smelled good.
“Thank you,”
Vanessa said, kissing my cheek then letting go.
She held out her report card and I seen why she was excited.
The next
day I heard it through the grapevine that Vanessa was moving away with her
father. I was crushed. I was in love.
I had to
tell Vanessa how I felt. I wrote her a
note to meet me in the Northwest stairwell at lunch. This stairwell was rarely used and I knew I
would have privacy.
Vanessa met
me, sensing the urgency in my tone.
Before she could say a word I sprang up from where I was sitting and
blurted out, “I love you.”
“What,”
came the shock response. It was hard to
tell if her face showed surprise or disgust.
I had to continue.
“I’m in
love with you. I’m seriously in love
with you.”
Silence
filled the air. The stairwell was dark,
however, I could see my words were sinking in.
I walked around the stairs to hide in the total darkness of the
corner. I professed my love and my
answer was silence.
Vanessa
followed me to the corner. I was not
going to escape so easily. “Your timing
sucks,” Vanessa answered before grabbing my shirt and pulling me to her.
Vanessa’s
soft sweet lips pressed against mine. My
first kiss.
With each
passing moment we continued to kiss.
Slowly her deep red lipstick was coming off. My mind was racing a mile a minute.
Do I close
my eyes or keep them open? Whoa, her
tongue just went into my mouth! What do
I do, what do I doooo? Do I push it out with my own tongue? Do I stick my tongue in her mouth now? Where do my hands go? Am I doing this right or am I screwing up?
Vanessa was
reading my mind. She broke away and
smiled at me. I knew what that smile
meant, she thought my inexperience was cute.
“Just relax
and do what I do,” Vanessa whispered in my ear.
She began to nibble my ear as she wrapped my arms around her waist,
sliding my hands to her hips.
She wrapped
her arms around my neck and pecked my lips.
We kissed
again. This time I let my mind go
blank. My body knew what to do as I
closed my eyes and pulled Vanessa to me tight. For the next hour she was mine and I was not
going to let her go.
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