"Her name was Ann and I'll be damned if I recall her face." Well, not really. I still see that cute button nose, that smile, those eyes... Those brown eyes, they were voted prettiest in the class.
She was everything a boy would want in a girl. She was very pretty, feminine and smart; President of our National Honor Society and graduated third in our class. She was fun and when she smiled, everything was somehow brighter. She would laugh and tease and just be perfect. WAY out of my league.
It was the last semester of our senior year of high school. I was just a farm boy. My Dad figured out how to keep a teen aged son out of trouble. His solution was to keep me so damned busy that I would be too tired to find it. The result was a pretty good kid. The only guy I knew that worked harder than me was my buddy Jeff. His parents ran a dairy farm. Those ladies needed feed and a milking twice a day and Jeff was the one who did the lions share. My advice to everyone out there...don't get tied down with live stock. I digress.
I think that because I was always busy, I was probably a little more serious than other kids my age. I did volunteer work. I used my 'days off' to grocery shop for my Grandmother. I felt distant to the people my age, as they didn't seem to have a care in the world and when I would look at my class mates and how they behaved when they dated, I always felt like I had nothing in common with them. This was especially true when they would be going through a break-up after only two months of 'undying love' for one another. I decided when I was in my early teens, that for me, 'love' would mean something.
My parents were both conservative people. They came from humble beginnings and did very well for themselves. They were not the type to sit me down and have a 'talk' with. They would suggest things and then let these things stew in my head. I remember when I was little and was rubbing my crotch one day...because it was hard and it itched, my Mother said "Go wash your hands, that is where you pee from and it's not that clean." She wasn't scolding me; she just said I needed to clean up. From that day on, I never touched myself there, except for hygiene reasons. My 'Sex Ed' was two words from Dad..."Be careful." It was enough to keep me on the straight and narrow.
I was in a social studies class with Ann. She had moved to our district at the beginning of our senior year but this was the first time that I had met her. She was a city girl. We sat next to each other and quickly became friends. I know I may not come off as being refined or polished, but I was not an ignorant kid. I think she saw that in me. I think she gave me a chance and saw I was more than just a hayseed.
Eventually, she would flirt and I would miss it. I have always been shy and I laugh at myself now because I still don't know when a woman is showing interest or just being nice. Finally one day she said "I, um...am mildly suggesting that maybe we could spend some time together away from school." I tried to be cool but I was really excited. I had never been on a date before and I really liked this girl, so of course I said "yes." After class that day I was on cloud nine. She was so cute and sweet and he liked me...this was cool.
The first time she and I went out was a double date with her older brother and his fiancé'. I guess Ann's Dad wanted her brother to check me out, to make sure I was good enough for his little girl. Needless to say, not a whole lot happened that night and I got nice, sweet, simple kiss at the door that night. Now, this was fine for me, as it was the first time I'd kissed a girl since the fourth grade and I knew a little bit more, this time around.
Monday in class she and I are sitting there copying down our assignment. She waited patiently for me to write down what I was supposed to do. In my head it already sounded like too much effort and it was becoming clear to me this would be yet another assignment that I would fail...since I wasn't going to do it. I finished and she taped me on my left shoulder.
I looked at her and she had this little smile on her face. Like she was just having a grand time. She pulled me closer and whispered "I went easy on you Saturday. Can we go out again this weekend?"
I looked at her and probably blushed. "I'd love to go out again"; was all I could manage. She winked at me but then got a little serious and said, "Good. I really want to spend some alone time with you."
I reached out and took her hand and squeezed it. "I want that too, Ann." I replied and I think that was the first time I said anything that made sense since she asked me out, the week before.
The week crawled. The last semester before being done with this non-sense. I hated school. It was like going to jail every morning. I was so much happier being outdoors...even working in the fields on the worst day was better than the best day in class...except this class. This is where Ann would make me feel like I wasn't wasting my life away.
Friday arrived and Ann and I were going out. We went and saw a movie with Allen King in it. The movie sucked but afterwards we parked. That night we kissed passionately. I'd never felt this way before and my jeans were bursting with the internal pressure. She straddled me and we dry humped each other. It was more than I could have imagined. It wasn't crude, it was gentle and the closeness I felt was like nothing my soul had ever experienced before. I couldn't kiss her deeply enough....I wanted so badly to feel her skin...to let my hands feel her softness. I wanted to hold her so tight, that I would pass through her and turn around and do it again. She was everything that I was not. Soft and smooth, not coarse and clumsy. Her voice was so light and sweet, mine was so hoarse. She smelt so good and her hair was like corn silk. Even her little sighs and the way she hugged me back made me understand that I was blessed to be a man and to be getting the better deal in this matter of sex.
I dropped her off and would have died happy that night. I could not then. Or not even now, as I write this, describe how Ann made me feel that night.
The next morning I was out mowing the lawn and my Mom called me in to the phone. It was Ann. "Good morning!" She said, with the rays of sunshine just pouring through the phone. I looked at the clock...it was 11:30 and I'd been working for 4 hours already.
"Good morning." I replied...half smiling because I knew she had just gotten up.
"I wanted you to know, that last night wasn't enough for me. I want more." She said.
I was giddy. I felt exactly the same way...or I thought I did. "Me too." I said.
Then she asked "Are you busy tonight?" I asked her to hang on and asked Mom if anything was planned for the night...with a green light, I told Ann I would pick her up at 6.
I was early...by about five minutes, which meant I was really a half hour early and so her Dad decided to get to know me a little better. We spent some time in the garage. He was changing the oil in his car and I offered to pull the filter off, since it was a bit hard for him to squeeze in under the motor. I think right then he decided I was okay. He gave Ann twenty dollars and told her to buy me dinner that night.
After dinner we parked...it was perfect. Cool evening, almost a full moon and we looked down over the lake. The moon's light danced on the surface of the water...we held hands and talked for a long time. She was going off to college. I was enlisting the following week and planning to depart in September. We both knew this was just a page in our life's stories but at this moment, it was only one page for both of us. Soon the cuddling became kissing...then the kissing became the groping that two people share when it just isn't enough to hold one another. You know what I mean.
I still don't know how it happened but at some point in time, we were nude and in each other's arms. I felt her warm silkiness. I literally thanked God for this. I was so lost in her. I had no thoughts but her. My cock was so hard. I rubbed it against her and we kissed and moaned.
After a while, I reached a threshold at which I could not fathom the depths of this and I panicked for fear of losing my soul to her, right then. I left her arms and sat up to collect my thoughts. "What's wrong?" she asked. I almost laughed at the absurdity.
"Nothing is wrong, Ann. This is perfect." She curled up in my lap and let me hold her as I just allowed myself to drown in the moment. Soon her kisses returned to my lips. These were longer, smoldering kisses. Not the crushing passionate kisses from earlier. These were tender but full of feeling. The kind that melt ones heart. But soon, too soon, they left my lips and found my chest. I was powerless, she had me in a spell and I was enthralled.
