Author's Note: Both characters in this story were at least 18 years old when the sexual activity occurred.
This is my entry in Literotica's 2015 Valentine's Day Contest. Please read it and vote honestly. Comments and reviews are always welcome. Although most of the story is fiction, it is based on an actual event that happened when I was a young girl.
*
"Do you still remember those cute little candy hearts with the writing on them that you gave me on the first Valentine's Day we were together?" Marcy asked Noah as she leaned over toward him on the davenport in her parents' family room, an impish look on her face. "It was a few days before the dance at the middle school."
"Sure."
He would never forget those crunchy and colorful little candies, which he later learned were called "conversation hearts." They were the first gift he ever gave her. The two met when both entered middle school and Noah immediately developed a tremendous crush on the pretty girl with the long blonde hair, big blue eyes and creamy complexion. Now he would describe his heart as having skipped a beat the first time he saw her but he hadn't been one to wax so poetically at the time. Marcy is even better looking now, with the same hair and eyes and unblemished skin but her body has filled out until she is sexy as well as beautiful.
He remembered the dance she had mentioned too, particularly the events that led up to their first date. Every boy in the class, each in his own ten or eleven year old way, had been attracted to her but Marcy wanted nothing to do with any of them. Early in February of that same school year, when Noah finally worked up the courage to ask her about the upcoming Valentine's Day Dance, he brought her a gift of a small plastic bag filled with the conversation hearts. He hoped they would help give him support in his difficult undertaking. The young swain had decided he needed something to help break the ice and that seemed to be the best thing he could afford.
Marcy also remembered the gift with great fondness. She had turned eleven years old the previous month and had not yet started liking boys but Noah had seemed different. He was neither loud nor boisterous as most of their male classmates were and he had offered her the candy when he approached, which was something none of the other boys had done. The first piece she withdrew from the bag was pink and the bright yellow printing on it said "Be Mine."
She had decided then and there he was different from the others, besides being cuter than most, with his freckles, reddish-brown hair and green eyes, and being his girlfriend might be something she would want to do. The youthful blonde bombshell and the infatuated youth finished the candy together and, by the time they were through, she had promised to dance with him on Valentine's Day. That was the most she would be able to do when that day arrived because the teacher-chaperones would accompany all the boys and girls who chose to attend to the large assembly room where the dance would be held. They didn't want to risk having the young people pair off on their way there.
They had a great time on that special occasion, holding each other tightly in the slow dances or bouncing up and down in front of each other in the more lively ones. They both danced with others, of course -- the chaperones would not have stood for any of their charges being too cozy with each other - but there was nothing they could do about Marcy and Noah holding hands while walking home later. That dance was their first time together and there were many more occasions that year and the next, but nothing more than innocent puppy love. Both sets of parents were even stricter than the teachers had been at that first dance together.
Although strict, they were not omnipresent and, a few years after their dance date, Noah and Marcy gladly gave their virginity to each other, helping solidify their love, which was real by that time. That sexual encounter was the first of many and, when Marcy mentioned the conversation hearts the evening before Valentine's Day of their senior year in high school, they had already set a date for their wedding. On the day they were sitting on the davenport together, her parents were out of the house and would be away until late which was why Marcy brought up the subject then.
It wasn't just nostalgia that had led Marcy to mention the gift from over seven years earlier. In that town there is an adult book store which, in addition to magazines, books and videotapes, sells candy and other treats to customers with specific wishes. She had gone to that store a few days before and, early that morning, had picked up her purchase of special conversation hearts. She removed the bag of candy from her purse, quickly sorted through them and offered one to Noah.
It was pale green and seemed slightly larger than the earlier ones had been. He smiled in fond remembrance as he looked at it but had a question. "Thanks, but it doesn't have any writing on it."
"Turn it over."
He did as Marcy directed and was surprised to see the word "Blowjob" printed in bright yellow.
"What does it say?" She already knew but wanted Noah to read it to her.
"It says 'Blowjob."