I arrived at his house with my best friend and some other friends, my little entourage I suppose. It was a pretty day on a perfect summer afternoon…Bullshit. I don’t really remember any of that. I really could have cared less if it was raining or even snowing. I was there to meet the man I loved. It was all so clandestine and forbidden…he had just “broken up” with his girlfriend, an old friend of mine (so Jerry Springer you might say). None of that mattered, the shitty betrayal I was about to infringe was unimportant, and nothing else really mattered. Not the fact I was not supposed to be there, not the fact he was dangerous, and not the fact I could have gotten hurt. Only me seeing him mattered. Gosh, what a sob story! (Maybe I should go write a sappy love story, one of those that make housewives horny.)
Ok, back to that day…I remember being on the floor, resting on soft pillows, my beloved next to me, making me laugh, causing me to feel the weirdest feelings. I had expectations, but I don’t know what they were.
I don’t know where my friends went but as if on cue, they disappeared, as if giving their blessing for what was going to happen, they vanished leaving me alone with him. In one fluid move he turns and looks at me, our faces inches apart. I looked deep into his dark eyes and slowly he brought his lips to mine. Oh my God I thought I was going to die! Yikes! Was this how I was supposed to feel? With open eyes, turning blue, I look into his eyes; he seemed to be enjoying himself as he slowly suffocates me, his slippery tongue twirling into mine. When he pulled away, I took the longest breath, inhaled so hard my frigging lungs burned. He asked me if I was ok. I look at him uncertain. Sure, I was fine but the next one maybe we should make it shorter. Why? He asks. I can’t hold my breath that long, I say uninhibited. Ha ha ha, he laughs with that deep laugh I loved so much. You can breathe while we kiss Claudia, he tells me. And we do it again.
So, at 14 l joined the “Base One” crowd. That second kiss was sweeter; I even enjoyed his gigantic tongue, for I had chosen the boy with the biggest mouth. We ended up kissing for years. I hold him responsible for guiding me into womanhood with that overpowering kiss that started it all.
In the end he did turned out to be a bastard that took advantage of me, and ended up marrying his first cousin. Marco Antonio was his name, I even considered giving him a fictitious name but nah, he will not read this. I am sure of it, after all I went to school with him and we were way too busy to get an education.
