I never knew Maribeth kept a diary. Of course I was aware that many girls did, but it just never occurred to me to ask.
It wasn't until years later that it came up, almost casually. We were reminiscing about when we first met. I was in my last semester of college, and I had met Maribeth at a dry cleaners where she worked. We had dated twice and the chemistry seemed to be there, but alas, opportunity was not.
After our third date, we found ourselves back in my apartment.
"You know," Maribeth whispered in my ear, twenty five years later, "I wrote about that night in my diary."
"You kept a diary?" I asked, in surprise.
"Yeah, for a while. I still have it. Do you want to see?"
I nodded, and Maribeth got out of bed and walked naked to her dresser. I watched her delicious butt straight on, but I could also see her in the reflection of the mirror mounted on the dresser.
She opened one of the smaller drawers and returned to bed holding a slim brown leather book. She handed it to me, and I noticed that there was a red ribbon page marker. "Open it there," she said as she pointed to the area where the marker disappeared.
When I did, I noticed the date; November 14, 1965.
Maribeth snuggled against my body and seemed to be able to read along with me. The words were written in the beautiful script that I immediately recognized as Maribeth's.
Here's what it said;
Is it possible, truly possible, that I am beautiful? Loveable? I believed that in his arms. I felt it. From laying next to him on the bed last night in his apartment. l was feeling what? Certainly his... maleness? I felt it radiate through me, and I felt so alive. It was like I had found a lost part of me and it was flaming into light.
That first question. "May I kiss you?" He didn't need to ask! The feelings that rocketed through me...were what? Submission? I was so ready to follow wherever he chose to lead me.
"He wasn't lying when he said he wanted me. What does that mean? He wants me? I... want... I want him."
Gary's body was warm and gentle-heavy over mine as he leaned down and his lips met mine, whisper soft, then hungrier. He gently slipped his tongue into my mouth and I returned. I... like it, God, I love it.
It was like there was no space between us. Two bodies but the definition of who's him and who's me is blurry. Soft and melding and when he reached down and clasped me, I thought I could do nothing else and die happy.
"I want to take this off." Gary said when his fingers began to unbutton my blouse. Why is he so clumsy I thought. Could he be as nervous as me? I start unbuttoning from the bottom while he's working his way down from the top. Our fingers touched in the middle.
The blouse slipped off and Gary reached behind to unsnap my bra. He has felt me before, but only in his car and under my bra. I know he'd never seen my boobs completely naked. What do I want? I want his lips on my nipples!
When the blouse was gone, I laid back, simultaneously scared and wanting.
All I am was all I could offer. I am no beauty queen, but I offered what -- who -- I am. Gary seemed to look at my nakedness for a long time or it seemed. I had never been exposed this way before. Then his hands were on me.
Oh God! It felt so wonderful.
Gary's hands were so warm and it was like my boobs shaped themselves to his caress. I've touched myself thousands of times, but never once did it feel like this.
It took a while, and then it hit me like nothing before ever had. I felt, for the first time, an urgent throbbing in my clit and I could sense a were stickiness between my legs.
