Darleen...
It was 1968, I had just graduated from high school. To be exact, it was July 4th, 1968 and there was a block party taking place and I was dancing with the most exciting and beautiful girl I had ever gone to school with. Her name was Darleen. It was still light out and the band was playing a lot of slow songs at the request of several of the dancers, me being one of them. I was holding Darleen close, she was blowing in my ear. I was 18, she was only 17, besides she had just told me she was leaving the state in the morning. Her father had been transferred. I was crushed. I fell in love with her that night. I think she felt the same as we held each other as we moved to the music.
"I'll miss you," I whispered in her ear.
"I'll miss you too." Her warm breath made me shiver. I felt her shiver, too.
I think we were both afraid to tell each other we loved them. I was. I was afraid if I said it, she would leave. She was anyway, but I wanted to hold her in my arm for as long as I could.
"Don?" she started.
"Yes?"
"I...I..."
"What?" I asked.
"Never mind," she said shyly.
I pulled my head back to look into her eyes. She smiled at me. I quickly pressed my lips to hers. She didn't pull away, she started to kiss me back. We kissed for a long time. At least until one of her girlfriends tapped her on the shoulder.
"We shouldn't," she said, swatting at her friend.
"You're right, at least not here."
Her head snapped around so her eyes were gazing into mine.
"What does that mean?" she asked.
"It means I shouldn't have kissed you here. Somewhere else, in private. Who was that who smacked you?"
"She's just a friend who came with me to look after me."
"Ah. It's nice to have friends like that." I rolled my eyes as I said it. Her friend was behind me so she couldn't see my face.
"It is," Darleen said trying not to laugh.
"Let's go get a soda," I said, taking her hand and pulling her away from the crowd of dancers. She willingly came with me.
We grabbed a soda out of one of the coolers that dotted the street and went and sat at one of the many picnic tables that also dotted the street. We could both see Darleen's friends watching us from the edge of the crowd by the band. I laughed.
"What are you laughing at now?" she asked.
"They are watching over you like mother hens as if I would try anything on the first night we realized that we..." I stopped. I had almost said we loved each other.
"You wouldn't?" she asked, surprised at my comment.
"No. I would like to kiss you some more, maybe feel your breasts," I admitted, feeling a little embarrassed.
"I would like that too, but not tonight."
"But you're leaving tomorrow...never mind. I would never force myself on you."
I leaned over and to kiss her cheek. She turned her head so our lips were pressed together. I moaned, she sighed. I pulled my lips away and just looked into her eyes.
"I think I'm falling in love with you. Thank you for just dancing with me."
"Don...I have something to tell you...I love you too. I have since freshman year. I was hoping that you would ask me out, but we didn't have any classes together and the only place we were at the same place at the same time was homeroom and then I was way up in the back and you were down front." She stopped drawing in a breath that sounded like a sob.
"I wish I had known," I said wanting to kiss her, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw her friend heading our way.
Darleen looked up at her friend and shook her head. Her friend backed away, her eyes still on us. Darleen looked back at me and squeezed her eyes shut. A single tear rolled out of the corner of her eye and down her cheek. I took her hand in mine and brought it to my lips. I pressed them gently to the soft skin on the back of her hand. Then I turned her hand over and kissed the palm. As I let her hand go, she grabbed my face and pressed her lips to mine hard. I could see her friend with her hands on her hips. I guess if I didn't start the kiss, it was okay for us to kiss.
We sat there kissing for a long time. I had my arms around Darleen, hers around me. I kept mine where her friend could see them. When we finally broke our kiss, it was getting dark. The sky was still lit, but the street lights had come on and we were in shadow. I took Darleen's hand in mine and stood up.
"Come on, let's dance my lady," I said. Even to my ears, it sounded pretty lame.
Darleen giggled, but stood up and followed me back to the dance area. We danced together the rest of the night. A lot of guys tried to cut in, but Darleen would tell them no when I stepped back to let them in. She would say no, then rush into my arms. The band stopped playing at eleven o'clock. Darleen and I stood there just holding each other.
"Dar, we have to go," her friend said.
"I know, now go away for a few minutes."
Her friend retreated until we couldn't see her. Then Darleen pressed her lips to mine. I kissed her back with all the passion I felt for her. After a few minutes, Darleen broke the kiss and hugged me fiercely.
"I love you, Don. There will always be a place in my heart for you."
"I love you too, Darleen, so much it's hard for me to speak anymore."
"Oh god," she whispered, then handed me an envelope. "Don't read this until tomorrow night, please."
"I promise."
She pulled my lips to hers one more time. The kiss was short-lived, then she was gone. I stood there like an idiot. I watched as she slowly walked away until I couldn't see her anymore. Then there was my next door neighbor standing in front of me. She just looked up at me with sad eyes.
"Darleen asked me to come over here and make sure you are okay. Are you okay?" she asked softly.
I looked at her, not really seeing her. "No, I'm not okay. The love of my life just left me. Of course, she probably feels the same way and that's what's killing me."
Jane wrapped her arms around me and pulled my lips to hers. I just let her, but I didn't kiss her back. She pulled away looking up at me with surprise on her face.
"You're not okay, are you?"
"No."
"Really, you fell in love with her?"
"Yes."
"Come with me," Jane said leading me to the picnic bench in front of my parent's house.
We sat down on the same side. Jane moved me until I was facing her. Then she pulled my head down to her shoulder and just hugged me. My arms just hung at my sides. After about ten minutes, I raised my arms and clung to Jane as the sobs and tears starting rolling out of me. We sat there for a long time. When I was cried out, Jane let go of me, grabbed my face and shook my head. Then she kissed me. I finally kissed her back. It was a friendly kiss on my part. Hers had a little passion in it, but not much. We were friends. She lived next door. She had next door looks too. Blonde hair, blue eyes, slim waist, shapely legs and nice boobs. And before tonight if she had kissed me like this, I would have been all over her, but I knew she just wanted to be my friend.
"I'm okay now," I said pushing her away.
"Good. Now kiss me one last time."
"Thank you, but..."
"But what?"
"I will miss her so much," I told her.
"But you hardly knew her," Jane said.
"I know, I love her and always will."
"What about me?" she asked smiling at me. I knew she was joking.
"You? You I will lust after for the rest of my life," I told her with an evil grin.
"I can deal with that. Would you like to come in the house with me? My parents and brother and sister are gone for the weekend. They won't be back until Tuesday."
We were both 18, she was the oldest child in her family as was I. I hung my head for a minute thinking. We had both just graduated. Both our birthdays were in January.
"Sure, why not," I told her.
I knew what she was going to do for me. She got up, took my hand and pulled me after her. As we entered the house, their dog came out of the living room. He was a purebred collie. His name, believe it or not, was Pal. We said hello to each other, then I was following Jane farther into the house. We wound up in her bedroom. I had only been here once before with her brother and then I only stood in the doorway. It was a typical girls room. Pink and lacy.
Once inside the room, Jane sat down on her bed and patted the space next to her. I didn't know how I felt about what she wanted to do for me, but I knew I would be grateful to her for a long, long time. I sat next to her. She pulled my head to her and kissed me. She was full of passion. I know she didn't love me, we were just friends. But I knew she had just recently broken up with her boyfriend. Her kiss was passionate. Then I felt her tongue brush my lips. I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue into her mouth, searching for her tongue. When I found it, my breath exploded from my lungs and Jane sighed.
I decided to take liberties with her if she was willing to give them to me. I placed a hand on her breast. Her breath exploded from her lungs and I sighed. Our passion for each other soared. Her breasts were perfect, they fit my hand perfectly. I could feel her nipple hardening under my palm. She was very excited about what we were going to do. Jane pulled away from our kiss and looked me in the eye.
"Don," she said. "I just want to tell you how much I adore you. You have always been kind to me. You have never even tried to make a pass at me. You are the perfect gentleman. But now I want you...not to be a gentleman. I need you to ravage me, to fuck my pussy and my mouth." She finished.
I was shocked. I didn't know what to say, except to nod my head and smile at her. We sat there looking into each other's eyes for quite awhile. Then I gently kissed her lips. She sighed as she kissed me back. Our tongues were in a battle again. I had never let go of her breast, but now I wanted to see them both. I reach down to pull her sweater off, she didn't stop me. She had a skimpy bra on that almost showed her nipples. I was surprised her mom let her wear something like this, but she was old enough to make up her own mind about her underwear.
"Beautiful," I croaked.
"Thank you," Jane whisper, reaching around behind her to unhook the bra.
When she shrugged it off, I had my first look at her perfect breasts. They were beautiful. White where her bathing suit had covered then. Her nipples were a smidgen darker than her tan and they were hard as diamonds. Her areoles were all crinkled with her sexual excitement. I could hardly wait to suck on them and gently bite them.
"Help me get my jeans off," Jane told me.
