Tuesday, March 31, 2009

My Taste of Brown Sugar (a not-so-fictional short story)

I'll never forget the moments we shared hidden from the world in our little make-shift tent of sheets around her bed. Her lips grazed mine. My heart sped up. I lay beside her, hands exploring her. Her skin was so soft, delicious, inviting...the color of brown sugar. Her native beauty almost possessed me as I longed to know what she tasted like.
Another kiss. Our hands move faster, frenzied to explore each other where we had never dared to touch before. She was my first taste of pleasure, my first girlfriend, my first lover. She brought out the brave side in me, always testing boundaries and pushing limits. What had started as a few innocent kisses grew to much, much more.
Her hands reached for the buttons of my jeans. I was excited, kissing her deeper as I unbuttoned her shirt. She gave me pleasure I never thought possible as she smiled, her fingers tip-toeing down my chest.
I had always wanted to please her, to satisfy her, but she was satisfied just seeing the smile on my face when she came up to kiss me. Touch after touch and kiss after kiss lead to a whirlwind of bliss, snowballing passionately until it sprawled out of control. Tingles reached my toes then rushed up to my cheeks. She lay next to me, dark eyes looking past, looking into my soul, searching for hints she had done good. She didn't need to look far. She was all I wanted.
I'd love to say we had a loving and long-lasting relationship but that would be fiction. We were young, and emotions toyed with our actions, causing us to choose drama over the passion we had, even for only thirteen.
Even though she's somewhere I'm not sure of, I'll never forget her. I'll never forget the make-shift tent that changed the reason I love who I do. I will always remember holding her hand as we walked down the hallway in middle school, as if no one else in the whole world mattered.
We've grown up, grown apart, changed. And even though my heart is committed to the man of my dreams, I will never forget her, my taste of brown sugar.

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