Left Field II
by: Starhawk
It had been several weeks since I had learned about my tomboyish friend Stacey and the little secret she kept hidden between her legs. Weeks to think about what I was going to do with him. . . I mean her. . .oh heck I don’t know what I mean anymore. Weeks of near insanity where I truly thought I was going to lose what was left of my mind. I was exhausted.
Why was I so obsessed with my feelings for Stacey? Well . . . you see Stacey looks like Alyssa Milano when Alyssa was about 13 years old (Stacey just had her birthday last week in fact). He is not her real twin of course, he just looks like her in so many ways. Stacey is only 5’6" as compared to my 5’9" (yes I am tall for my age, but my dad is 6’8" so I guess I am taking after him). He has dark gray eyes as compared to Alyssa’s deep brown ones. He has thick short brunette hair, which just passes his ears. Stacey told me he normally wears it in a more masculine style to keep his secret safe. His nose is so cute and when he wrinkles it just right, my heart melts into a puddle. Stacey’s skin is the color of thick cream and his lips made for kissing. As for his body. . . let’s just say girl’s envy him.
With his Alyssa Milano face and firm young body, he was always on my mind. He was there when I went to sleep, and when I woke up. I saw him during classes and my walks to and from school. Not to mention all the times we were playing baseball, hanging out at the arcade, or at my house playing Doom 5 or Mechwarrior 4.
I knew I shouldn’t be thinking about him as I was. After all, he was a boy like me. Well not exactly like me because he was beautiful. To me anyway. I knew he would be a knockout in a few years and I had managed to tell him that on Valentine’s Day. Man, how could I say such a thing to Stacey? I mean yeah that was when I thought he was a she and all, but why was I still thinking of him as a ‘she’. Sure he had the looks for it. The voice too, but he was a boy! Boys shouldn’t be pretty. Handsome yes. Pretty no. When he told me he was a he, my world flipped upside down in an instant. I was so confused that I wasn’t sure which way was up anymore, and some of the looks he gave me afterwards made me think he liked throwing that monkey wrench into my life. It was a BIG monkey wrench too, because up until that time I would never have thought I would, or could, be attracted to another guy. Yet, here I was falling hook, line, sinker, boat, and river for this beauty.
Even after all this time I still wrestled with my feelings for him. First, he was a guy and I knew I shouldn’t be thinking of him sexually. Not me. I liked girls. At least I thought I did until I met him. Second, he was gorgeous. Sometimes I imagined myself walking down the mall with him wearing something sexy, and watching all the guys go green with envy because s/he was with me. Other times we were at the movies and I was kissing him/her. Can you imagine that! I was kissing him! Unbelievable! I shook my head as if to throw the thought from my mind.
When I wasn’t with him I wished I was –- so bad it hurt. When I was with him -- I wasn’t sure if I should run away and never see him again or not. What was I saying? I couldn’t do that. He was a friend. A good one too. Even though he wasn’t exactly what he appeared to be. He deserved more from me than what I was giving him. There was no doubt that I was confused. On the one hand, I was mad at him for lying to me -- making me think he was a she when he was really a he, but that was in the past. On the other hand, we liked a lot of the same stuff. We liked playing video games, and surfing the Internet. There was baseball and football though we sometimes cheered for opposing teams. We liked the same music mostly, and I loved the way he looked at me -- even if it did make me feel weird.
The phone rang yanking me out of my thoughts.
"Hello."
"Um . . . is that you Vincent?" a feminine voice I knew all to well asked.
"Yeah. Hi Stacey."
"Um. I was wondering if we could get together today? I have something to show you."
"Yeah. What?"
"It’s kinda a surprise," he said giggling as he did so. I could just see his face at the other end of the line smiling which always made me smile. Yes I was hooked.
"Well. Sure. Okay. Where and when?"
"How ‘bout Woodruff Park at three this afternoon?"
"Okay. See ya then," I said hanging up.
Shortly before three I got to the park on my bike and waited for Stacey to show. It was an awesome day, cool, but sunny. I scanned the park and saw a bunch of kids playing catch in one corner by some trees. There were some couples spread here and there doing things like eating, necking, sleeping, and other stuff. A few dogs were running around, but not causing any trouble. Just having fun, I guess. I wondered what dogs thought about us humans. Did they wonder why we didn’t play more -- as they did?
Where was Stacey? It was almost quarter past three. I looked around again and didn’t see him so I decided to ride around to see if she was waiting in some other part of the park. I started along the bike path passing a few people out for a run. I scanned from side to side looking for him. (Note to self: Think of Stacey as a ‘her’. It will be easier on you.)
I kept riding and was getting worried that I had missed her, so I returned to where we usually met and got the biggest surprise of my life –- well second biggest surprise really. Leaning up against the fence near the baseball diamond was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. Long brunette hair hung down past her shoulders and styled in a kind of wild sort of way, and wearing a heavy, dark gray, turtleneck sweater with tight jeans, which hugged her curvy body perfectly. She wore some lipstick, and her fingernails were a dark blood red.
It was Stacey looking hotter than a summer in Arizona.
I rode up to her as she turned towards me. She smiled that sunny smile of hers and I got lost in her face. As I said, I had it bad for her.
I got off my bike and walked slowly up to her after leaning it against the fence.
We walked over to the stands and sat down.
"Do you like my surprise Vincent?" she asked, looking me square in the face with those soulful eyes of hers.
The battle raged on within me. Was Stacey male or female? Right now, the odds were female. No boy could look this good.
"Um. Yeah. I guess so."
"You guess?" She playfully nudged me in the ribs and wrinkled up her nose at me.
"Um yeah. I like it. I just wasn’t prepared for this Stacey."
"What do you mean Vincent?" Her eyes drilled relentlessly into me.
"Well. Uh. I. Uh. . . you’re beautiful. I mean it Stacey." I paused to take a breath for I found myself suddenly lightheaded. "I knew you would be, but I. . . "
"But what?"
"But I can’t believe how gorgeous you look."
"Thank you Vincent. I did this all for you." Stacey moved in closer and I did my best not to run far, far away. With her mouth right next to my ear, she whispered, "There will never be anyone else for me Vincent. I want you. I want you more than anything or anyone."
The breath of her words in my ear sent my heart racing and my mind spinning. The mindwar raged. On one side were my growing feelings for Stacey and the other the growing fears of my feelings for her. How can I get so messed up over a boy who looks like Alyssa Milano? Damn hormones! With her next to me like this, I noticed she was wearing perfume, which smelled like lemons.
"Hmmm. What is that perfume you’re wearing called?"
She beamed her smile at me with the compliment. "I forget, but I’m glad you like it. My mom said it smelled good on me. We tried a bunch of them at the mall, but this was one of the few that I liked."
"Err. . . So your mom helped you to look like this?"
"Yeah. I told her I wanted to impress you, but that I also wanted to keep things light. You know what I mean? Besides I don’t know a lot about makeup and such yet to do it on my own."
"Mmmmhmmm." I nodded. "And where did you get all that hair?" I asked, reaching out to take hold of some brunette tresses.
"Oh, it’s a wig my mom bought me. Do you like it?"
"Yeah."
I turned to face her, spinning my body around. For a long time, we just stared at each other. Her face placid yet needful. She wanted something from me. What was it? Or could it be acceptance? Did she need my friendship? Something more?
Could I give her those things? My thoughts went back to a time when I thought he was a she, and how much I wanted to be more than buddies. My body told me that was still true, but my mind was telling me she was a boy and that I shouldn’t like boys in this way. The path naturally led to thoughts of gay love and whatever that meant, but I did my best to push them aside for now.
I could give her acceptance, and already had in many ways. I could give her friendship too. We were in fact friends now. The ‘something more’ was what concerned me.
Yes she was asking me for something more. I could see that now. She had proved the strength of her feelings for me since she was willing to drag as a girl so we could be together. She put her feelings for me in front of her own fears of being discovered. Stacey was even willing to put aside her masculinity for me. One thing was sure. She had guts. From what she had told me about her life and all that she had been through I knew her courage was far beyond my own. She made some of the jocks I knew seem like wimps by comparison.
Could I accept the gift she was offering? Why were there so many questions and not enough answers?
I blinked and saw the beginnings of a smile on her face as she gently took my hand.
"Vincent, are you okay?"
My eyes focused on her lips as she spoke those words. Those lips I had, a few short weeks ago, wanted to kiss so badly were mere feet from my own. So full, they begged mine to join with them. Her hair framed her face with flowing waves of browns and reds. Her eyes reached in to my very soul knocking at the door to my heart.
"Vincent!" she burst out giving my hand a squeeze to snap me out of my thoughts.
"Uh yeah. I’m okay Stace."
"Where were you just now?" she asked with a touch of concern.
"Nowhere. Just thinking about stuff," I answered, hoping we could change the subject and move on from this mental hell.
"What kind of stuff?"
Man just like a girl wanting to know what a guy is feeling and thinking about –- in detail.
"Just stuff."
"Well, uh. . . okay," she said retreating from her question.
"Let’s go for a walk ok?" I got up from the bench and after a moment reached out to take her hand.
"'Kay."
We walked out across the baseball diamond and headed off into the woods. We took the path, which was covered with a combination of pine needles, dead leaves, and patches of rye grass, and moved through the forest. I caught myself watching Stacey as she breathed and the way her chest rose and fell in rhythm. The way her lips parted slightly in exhale made me want to take her in my arms and kiss her. Even in the simple act of breathing, she was beautiful. I took her hand in mine as we continued our walk. She looked at me and smiled giving my hand a squeeze. Occasionally, the wind would blow through her hair giving her the kind of look one sees in those model magazines. What had I done to deserve her? ‘Nothing’ came the reply. She was a gift. A treasure. For some unknown reason, I had been blessed. My thoughts trailed off allowing my brain to return to the path in front of me. For the rest of the short walk we didn’t say a thing, but that was okay with me, and it seemed to be alright with her too. We looked at everything around us simply enjoying being with each other.
For a time, I sensed she was waiting for me to do or say something. I knew I hadn’t done anything wrong, but then again, girls’ brains worked a whole lot different from boy’s brains. In her mind I might have -- although I was sure I hadn’t. Pretty sure anyway. It drove me crazy sometimes, but I had learned to accept it as best I could and keep moving forward. To me I hadn’t done anything but be her friend.
We reached Canyon Lake, which was surrounded by tons of trees and filled with all kinds of fish. The water was cold and there were still some patches of snow on the ground where the sun hadn’t quite reached. We took a seat on a big flat rock and looked out over the water. The shore of the lake was dotted with campsites surrounded by a thick growth of pine, oak, and maple. Although some of the trees didn’t have any leaves, it was still quite beautiful in its own right. Desolate, but with the promise of spring just around the corner. The air was a mix of campfire smoke, pine, dead leaves, and cold (does cold have a smell?).
I heard a splash of water off to my right, but wasn’t fast enough to see what kind of fish it was.
Stacey stared off to the far shore as if in search of something she wanted. No. . . something she needed. Like some long at sea sailor looking for that first sign of land. I wasn’t sure what to do at that moment so I did the only thing I could think of and that was to put my arm around her. I reached over, around her shoulder, drawing her to me. She accepted the contact and moved closer, putting her head on my shoulder. Gosh she smelled good. Her scent filled my head, making it spin wildly.
Finally, I heard her say. "Vincent?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you think this is wrong?"
"What?"
"Our being friends? My dragging like a girl for you? Being here like this?"
I waited for the moment when my head would stop spinning. I realized it wouldn’t and began to speak, "I don’t really know if its right or wrong. I can tell you that you have really messed up my head."
She sat up and turned to face me.
"Really? How?" she asked pleadingly.
"It’s just that part of me wants to be with you so bad it hurts, Stace. Another part of me wants to run far away from you because of those very same feelings."
She smiled and took my hands in hers urging me to continue.
"You know that before I knew you were a boy I had a crush on you. Right?"
"Yeah. You told me right after you gave me that Valentine’s Day card." she replied lowering her head and looking up at me with her doe-like eyes. "I still have it by the way."
"Well those feelings haven’t stopped. In fact, they’re stronger than ever."
"That worries you, doesn’t it?" she said.
"Yeah. It does." I looked out over the water quickly to focus my thoughts before continuing. "Stacey, I can’t get you out of my head. I dream about you. Dream of being with you. Holding you in my arms. Cruising the malls with you decked out in something sexy. Of wanting to. . . " I paused.
"What?"
"Of . . . of wanting to kiss you," I said sheepishly expecting the worst and hoping for the best.
Stacey didn’t say anything at first, but reached over to touch my face lifting it so we looked into each other’s eyes. "Uh. . . Vincent, I want that too. To kiss you I mean."
"Yeah?"
"Yes, but I don’t want to force you into it or anything. I am doing this all for you. I just want to be with you, even if it means I have to do this." She moved her hands down her beautiful body in one fluid, graceful motion. "I like you so much Vincent, but I don’t want to hurt you. I especially don’t want to be the reason you get hurt." She paused to collect her thoughts. "I want you to hold me in your arms. If you want me to dress in something sexy and walk around the mall with you then that is what I want too. As long as I can be with you, I would do anything Vincent. Anything legal that is." She said grinning.
At that moment, I knew what I had to do. If it didn’t work out then I would know once and for all either way. I leaned in close to Stacey -- our lips inches apart. My breathing slowed and my heart raced (why were they so opposite) as our lips met.
Then as if I was drowning in my own fears, I broke the kiss before it went farther than I could handle. What a coward I was. I looked into Stacey’s eyes and hung my head in regret. Then an amazing thing happened.
Stacey took my hands in hers and said, "Vincent . . . it’s okay. I know this is hard for you."
I could hear the disappointment in her voice and wanted to go back in time to continue the kiss, but knew I couldn’t. The moment was gone and there was no going back. We could only go on, and that was what I was going to do.
"Stacey. . . I’m so sorry." I looked into her eyes and wished I could make the hurt go away. "I guess I’m just not ready for this gay love stuff."
"I know, but I’m glad you tried. It means alot to me." She settled back in to my chest and lay there quietly listening to my heart beat.
"Stacey I wish I could get past my confusion about you. I like you a lot, but my mind is not allowing me to go any further with you. Not like I want anyway."
"I know."
"So why can’t I think of you as the beautiful girl you appear to be?"
"I don’t know."
I took hold of her hands and gave them a light squeeze to reassure her of my feelings for her. She smiled. We sat there for a time just enjoying the scenery around us. Having her next to me was great and I liked the smell of her. We did not say much during this time, but we knew we were walking new ground in our relationship.
Stacey sat up and turned to face me. "Vincent. Can I ask you something?"
"Sure," I said sensing that this was gonna be big.
"Do you trust me not to hurt you?"
"Uh. . . Yeah."
"‘Kay. I want to try something, and I promise that I won’t hurt you."
"‘Kay."
"Well. . . uh . . . first, when you look at me what do you see?"
"I see . . .uh. . . I see a. . .Alyssa. . . Alyssa Milano," I answered.
"Really!"
"Yeah. You could be her twin except for the eyes. That was what initially attracted me to you Stace. Alyssa is one of my favorite actresses. I love the way she looked when she was our age. Very cute," I continued. "Then I met you and I was hooked."
Stacey smiled at me with her eyes focused completely on me. It made me feel all gushy inside.
Stacey continued. "Wow. I never knew that," she paused before she added, "I’m flattered, but let’s continue. Okay?"
I nodded robotically.
"Good. Now close your eyes for me."
I did so and waited.
"When you hear my voice what do you hear? Do you hear a boy or a girl?" Her voice was soft and breathy. No doubt that it was feminine.
"I. . . uh. . . I hear a girl."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"‘Kay. Stay right there and keep your eyes closed."
I heard her move and then felt her weight on me as she straddled my hips.
"Vincent . . . um. . . would you put your arms around me?"
I complied cautiously.
"Now hold me close and tell me what you feel? How does my body feel to you? Is it the body of a boy or a girl?"
"I. . . uh. . . I don’t know."
"You can do better than that Vincent. I know you can. Feel me. Go ahead. I’m not gonna hurt you. Remember. You can trust me. Now put your hands on my butt."
I complied.
"Isn’t it nice and round?"
I began to move my hands in a circular motion on her bottom. It did feel nice to the touch. The jeans leaving little to the imagination as to what lay beneath their fabric. As I continued, she lifted slightly at my touch.
"Mmmmm. That’s it. Now move them up my back."
My hands changed direction and nervously moved up her spine, which naturally brought her body closer to my own. The feel of her next to me was stirring some deeper emotions within me.
"Good. Now down my arms and sides." Her voice was soft, breathy, and deeply sexual. "Do you like my body? Do you feel how I respond to you?"
"Uh. . .yeah. . . yeah I do." I opened my eyes and looked up into her dark soft eyes.
"So is this the body of a boy or a girl?" she smiled.
"I . . . uh."
Stacey wiggled a bit and flipped her hair away from her face – what a girl thing to do.
"‘Kay. Let’s try this again. Close your eyes and tell me what you feel. Don’t think. Just feel my body with your hands."
I slowly let my hands move over her body and noticed how it curved in all the right places except one, but that could be said of just about any girl our age. Her butt was firm and round, not like any boy’s butt I had ever seen. What am I saying! Her scent was strong, filling my head. Her breathing slowed in rhythm to my own. The feel of her next to me was causing some strong reactions in my crotch, which she noticed too.
"I see you like the way I feel against you," her voice whispered into my ear.
"Uh."
"Tell me, Vincent. Is this the body of a boy or girl?"
"I . . . I feel the body of a young girl."
"Good. Because this bod’s for you," she said giggling and hugging me close. "Now keep your eyes closed," she whispered into my left ear.
I sensed her face nearing my own. I don’t know how I just did. Then she was kissing me. Softly, slowly, her tongue lovingly caressed my lips apart to allow her entry. Any resistance I had evaporated as I yielded to her. She took my face in her hands and continued. For cryin' out loud she kissed better than any girl I had ever known. Which made me wonder if she had done this with any other guy before. How could a guy be so good at being a girl?
"Are these the lips of a boy, Vincent?" She kissed me again. "Aren’t they nice and soft?" Another kiss. "Do you like kissing me Vincent?" Yet another kiss. "Well do you?"
She was driving me crazy. My mind had lost all control. My hormones were raging. I no longer knew where I was nor did I care. I had dreamed of this moment and was bound and determined to make it last as long as possible. "I. . .uh. . I do," my hormones replied for me. I slowly lay down on my back with Stacey on top of me. The sweet pressure of her body on mine made me burn for her. I enfolded her in my arms and pulled her bottom into my crotch making my mind go ballistic. She felt awesome.
"Good. Because I like kissing you. I like how you make me feel. I wish I could be with you always." She stretched herself against me, which caused another wave of sensation to pass through my body. Then she pushed herself up on her arms and looked down at me. Her hair falling in waterfalls of color. Her lips parted slightly tempting me with delights yet to come. Her breathing slowed and deepened.
"Stacey?"
"Yes Vincent."
"Where did you learn to kiss like that?"
"I suppose most of it I learned from watching chic flics with my mom."
"Well, you must have studied a lot, because your kisses are incredible."
"Thanks."
Stacey sat up and shifted position slightly to get more comfortable. Then, ever so slowly her face drifted towards mine. Like a snowflake falling from the sky. I smelled the sweetness of her breath and longed for her. She was my desire and I wanted her to know how much I cared. I knew it sounded crazy, but the feeling was there. It was unmistakable. "Stacey. . . I . . ."
"Yes Vincent." Her voice barely a hush as her face came ever closer.
"I love you." There I said it. The words were out. I couldn't take them back this time. There was no running away from my feelings for her. Whatever she did now would determine our future.
What Stacey did was stop on a dime, move higher slightly, and look deep into my eyes –- searching. Her eyes shifted from side to side as if they were playing ping pong. Why wasn’t she saying anything? My heart was fixing to slide down a razor if she didn’t say something soon. Man, what had I done? I hope I didn’t blow it with her. Finally, she replied.
"Vincent, please don’t say such a thing unless you mean it. Please don’t. Not to me."
"Stacey, I do mean it." I put my hands on her shoulders. "It has all become so clear to me. Maybe it was your kiss. Maybe it was the feel of your body next to mine. Maybe it is the way we get along so well. I don’t know. All I know is that I want you so bad my body aches."
Dead silence.
Had I said too much? Were my words hollow in her ears? What was she thinking? More to the point, what was she going to do? Was she going to run screaming back to her mom and leave me out here alone? Was she going to slap me silly? With Stacey’s strength she could do it too. Or would she accept my feelings for what they were.
I was so thankful when she lay back down on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her and kept my mouth shut waiting for her answer. I tried to keep my breathing slow, but couldn’t do a thing about my heart, which was in warp drive. The effect her body had on mine was intense. It was like we were meant for each other. My hands wandered over her back and through her hair -- the feel of it thick and silky in my hands. Being here with her was such a rush.
Her left hand started to trace random patterns on my chest as she took my words into her being. Sometimes her hand would open and rest on my chest. Her breathing was almost undetectable now. The only things that reassured me that she was still alive were an occasional sigh or the movement of her hand.
Then I heard it. An ever so soft sniffle. She was crying. Why was she crying? Was she happy? Sad? Disappointed? What?
Stacey wiped away the tears from her face, and pushed up until she was looking down on me. "Vincent, I like you so much, and I don’t know what I would do without you."
A tear began to work its way down from her right eye. My heart was aching for her. What I would not give to make those tears disappear from that beautiful face.
"But, I. . . " I began.
She silenced me with a touch of her hand to my lips. "No. Please let me finish," she paused to take a breath and wipe more tears away. "Do you want to know how I feel about you?"
"Uh. Yeah," I replied sheepishly.
"When I am with you I feel complete. Whole. At peace with myself. When we are apart, I can’t stop thinking about being with you. You are a good friend Vincent, but do you know that we could be much more. What I mean is that I don’t want to be just another conquest to you Vincent." She took a breath and flipped her hair away from her face again before continuing, "Certainly I want to be your friend, and you’re right we do have lots of fun together. However, I want to be more than just friends with you Vincent. Much more. You must know that." She placed her hands on my chest and began to rub gently. "When you said that you think about me when you wake up and when you go to sleep I felt special. Do you know how much I want that from you Vincent? To be with someone who loves me for who I am." She leaned back with her face towards the sky and took a deep breath. She looked down at me and said, "I would give almost anything to make love to you the way a woman does. Yes I know I said that I didn’t want to be a girl, but for you I would gladly do so. Or at least a reasonable facsimile, but I know that being a boy, I can not, and that hurts me Vincent. It hurts because I want to make you happy in that way. Do you understand?"
I knew exactly what she meant. I could only wonder at what pleasures she would stir in me if that were to happen. Considering what I had already experienced, the possibilities seemed limitless. "Yes, but do you know that you do make me happy." I moved my hands to her thighs. "Can’t you see what kind of an effect you’ve had on me?" I took one of her hands and placed it over my heart. "Do you feel the beat of my heart?" I remained silent for a moment for her to sense the rapid beat.
Stacey remained silent, but nodded that she felt it.
"You did that," Then I hesitantly moved her hand down to my crotch to let it rest there for a few seconds. "And this too."
Stacey was quiet for a moment and I knew she wanted me to say something, but I was stunned. I had no words except the one syllable kind and they would not be enough. My mind was a jumble of thoughts and emotions, which had me on a wild roller coaster ride. Spins, ups, downs, upside downs, loop the loops, the whole ball of wax. Stacey had just thrown me onto this ride and she now expected me to answer her. I would be lucky if I could find my way home, but I knew I had to try and answer her. Even if it didn’t make complete sense.
"Stacey, would you let me sit up for a second." I started to rise, but felt the blood rush out of my head and had to lay back down. "On second thought maybe that isn’t such a good idea." I caught my breath and waited for blood to refill my brain so I could talk. "Stacey, I can’t give you everything you want. Not right now anyway." I placed my hands on her hips and moved them slowly down her thighs watching her face for a reaction. All she did was close her eyes and let out a soft moan. "Stacey. . ." I whispered.
"Yes," she breathed.
"Stacey, I want to be much more than friends with you. I have known that since before I knew you were a boy like me. After all, you did throw me for a loop when you told me that. A big loop."
"I know."
"Stacey I have so many feelings for you and I am not sure I can express them all right now. I know that I want to make you happy." I stopped for a second to collect my thoughts. "I want to be with you. I don’t care if that means studying together or playing Doom 5. As long as we are together." I let the words sink in. "I don’t want to hurt you either Stacey. Uhh. . . I know this will be tough on both of us. Tougher on you I think. I will do whatever I can to protect you, though there is only so much I can do."
"I know."
"I want you to know that I do like you a lot, and like you I don’t want to be without you in my life." I looked straight into her eyes. "Stacey, I need you."
Stacey searched my eyes all the time I was talking to her looking for truth. When I had finished, I could see she had reached her decision as she leaned down to kiss me. Her body melting into my own -- becoming one. The world disappeared and time stopped. The sheer emotion of it all was overwhelming. I had never felt anything so powerful in all my 14 years of life.
Stacey and I let our passion grow. Our kisses were, at times, fiery, and sometimes soft and simple, but always full of emotion. I held her close and yet it was not close enough. What really drove me nuts was when she kissed my ear. The gentle sound of her breath in my ear caused me to stiffen from head to toe. Then she stuck her tongue in, and my whole body began to shake.
"Unnhhh," I moaned.
"Do you like that Vincent?"
"Yeeeaaahhhhh."
"Do you like this too?" She gently bit my earlobe.
"Ohhhh yeeeaaaahhhh." My back arched uncontrollably in response to the nibble. My brain was totally out of it. I was running on pure instinct. I reached down to Stacey’s butt and pulled her close with all the strength I had in me. My hands dug into her causing her to yelp.
Stacey shifted her body so that she lay prone on top of me. I then moved my legs so that they ended up intertwined with hers. My hands worked their way up under her sweater to touch her silky smooth skin. She was warm and slightly moist. I then moved them back down to her butt (what was it about her butt that I found so fascinating anyway), and worked my fingers between her skin and jeans. Stacey let out a moan. Her kisses became livelier. It was as if she was showing me a whole new world. How did she know all this stuff? I wasn’t exactly a rookie when it came to kissing, but Stacey was in a completely different league.
"Vincent. . . you are driving me crazy."
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No way."
"Okay, then stop complaining and kiss me."
"Yes, Vincent."
I used the time to explore her neck and ears to see what other sensitive spots she might have. I made mental notes of the ones she liked and the ones she liked more. She had lots of them.
I do not know how long we were out there on that rock, but by the time we noticed the sun was well on it’s way down.
"We better get back. It will be dinnertime soon and you’ll need to change back to your regular clothes before then," I said looking deep into Stacey’s eyes. We jumped down off the rock and started walking back down the trail.
"I suppose I could, but my mom doesn’t mind if I dress like this," said Stacey as she stood up.
"Your mom must be cool."
"I think so," she smiled coyly. "She likes you too Vincent."
"How can she? She hasn’t even met me."
"I know, but you make me happy, and that is all that matters to her."
I blushed.
Stacey giggled and gave me a big hug pressing her body tight against me. I took in her scent again. My hands moved down to her bottom, pulling her close so I could feel her, and let her feel my hardness for her. She pulled her head away slightly and gave me a knowing smile. "Careful with that buster."
I laughed and she giggled as we set off back to where I had set my bike.
We made plans to meet at the mall the following weekend. Way too long for either of us, but we knew our time together was limited so we had to suck it up and deal with it. We kissed each other good night with Stacey promising more surprises next time. I found myself wishing that next week was already here.
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