Rick didn’t think she’d show up. But there she was in front of him, and he had
no idea what he would do. Anna, something… the last name was escaping
him. He knew her from school; she lived about a mile away on a farm with
eight or nine other foster brothers and sisters. Cheap labor for the parents, no
doubt. But Ronnie, as he usually did, put a bug in Rick’s ear, saying she liked
him and that he should ask her on a date, and so it was.

They went to a burger place, and she asked him question after question.
She was pretty when she didn’t open her mouth, revealing her crooked
teeth. But still attractive in a weird sort of way. Being two years older, she
apparently knew a thing or two, according to the small town rumor mill.

That afternoon, Ronnie tried his best to coach Rick on what to do, how to
do it, and where to take her afterward. In retrospect, why did Rick ever listen
to that numbskull? Ronnie said his brother told him they like to kiss before
touching anything.
   “Touch? What do you touch first?” Rick asked.
   “Start with those giant titties of hers… a good a place as any,” Ronnie smirked.

Now, Rick considered Ronnie’s words as he and the girl sat on a rock just beyond the
schoolyard… about ten feet into the woods. The moon was shining brightly, and she looked at him mischievously.
   “Do you want to kiss?” She asked.
   “Okay,” Rick said, dumbfounded, as she leaned in, taking his hand and
placing it on her face. Closer and closer until her lips were on his.
   “That’s good… do it again,” she said, grabbing the boy’s face with two hands
and pushing on his lips harder. He felt her tongue on his, just like the next-door
neighbor Delores, but this time it was nice, and then the girl reached down and
lifted the boy’s hands to her face.

After several minutes of increasing intensity, she stopped.

   “Do you want to see them?” She asked, smiling.
   “See what?” Rick asked innocently.
   “These,” she said, holding her breasts like some delicious mystery.  “Guys like to see them and touch them… sometimes even kiss them,” she smiled again through her words.
   “Okay,” Rick said, so clueless at the moment, as if that were the only word
he knew. The only time he saw a naked woman was in a magazine that
Ronnie had brought to school, but now it was about to get real.

The girl lay back, took Rick’s hand, and placed it on the top button of her shirt.
They were gigantic in the moonlight, and he was unsure what to do as he
unbuttoned the shirt, one button at a time, until her bra was exposed. He
looked down upon them, mesmerized as the girl was about to unsnap the
center of the bra and release them to the night, and just then, he looked up,
and through the trees, he saw six boys creeping toward them. One of them
was his friend Ronnie… the same boy who told him about the girl.
   “YOU FUCKING DOOFUS!” Rick yells at the top of his lungs as the
girl buttons up, and they jump down from the rock.

And so, there was nothing sexual about his second sexual experience…except
the kissing and a powerful fantasy that lasted years. The sexuality of that
moment came later in life. He never mentioned it again, even though it got
around the school that they were having sex when caught. How pathetic.
Another screw job from Ronnie. She graduated that year and moved out
of the state, and he never saw her again. Looked her up years later on social
media to no avail… something that was not meant to be, as they say.

TM DiSarro
©2025 TM DiSarro/ MindScapes Publishing
From: THE MEMORY OF RAIN
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