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was far too small for my bust. Then I made sure I was sunning myself on the
picnic table out behind the kitchen window when he came in from the airport.
He didn't even recognize me at first. Then he just shook his head and looked
away from the window, the one that looks out on the back yard. He was, let's
see, fifteen then, and damn! what a fox! But he always behaved properly
toward me -- I could tell he was a little uncomfortable -- and nothing
happened, no matter how much I tried to provoke it. And I tried.
But my best friend, Lisa, got a terrible crush on him and the way he
dealt with it was so sweet! He treated her like a regular grownup person, not
like an eleven-year-old with a crush, and very gently steered her away.
Hahaha! I remember when she gave him a present -- a bag of potato chips. He
accepted it and thanked her for her thoughtfulness and she jumped up and gave
him a little kiss on the cheek and ran away. He sat there, blushing like mad,
and just opened the bag and offered some to me. I was laughing at Lisa and
he demanded that I stop.
"Oh, Dan, she's just got a terrible crush on you! It's puppy love!"
He looked me right in the eye and told me he thought she was sweet,
pretty and nice and then he said: "Besides, Marie, do puppies hurt less than
grown dogs?"
I stopped laughing.
And that was the thing about him: He understood things you already knew,
and he could remind you of them.
Anyhow, by the time Labor Day rolled around -- the last weekend of
summer -- Marty and I were on the splits. All there'd ever really been
between us was sex and I'd figured out he wasn't the only boy I could get. He
was nice enough, but he was, well -- dull. My eleventh birthday came and went
in August.
The problem was that I loved sex and I'd gotten used to getting it
pretty much when I wanted it. And I was horny as hell...continue -> zoo paysites |
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