Authors note : This part was supposed to be the first part one but It was not published. The level is really told from Gabriels perspective but I decided it might be fun to add a piddling more info from common sage 's alternate prospective ; hence the surrogate part one.. Again I repeat I am not a author and I am not writing a leger. I simply like reading and thought I'd give this a go for fun. So criticize if you must, I can take it ; ) If you are like me and can't get emotionally invested in case without a bit of back story then this might be for you. I'm not sure where this story is going but I will tell it from two view in multiple parts. I will try to upload once a week. Not every percentage will have sex but we'll get there.

Ramona was an East coast goddess with long, dark, tangling, curly hair. I'd lost a anchor ring once running my fingers through those soft, spirals. I took her to the beach once and I remember her scent mixed with the salt water breeze was like an aphrodisiac on steroid. And her body was always warm and soft to the pinch, inside and out. Her side was substantial and defined which meant she had a grievous lawsuit of"resting kick grimace"but her night eyes gave away her thought process.

I was 14 when her father hired me under the tabular array to retain the grease monkey shop clean and organized. She was this awkward, snotty girl with a bad Tootsie Pop habituation, wearing a Star Wars graphic jersey with badly drawn Sharpie tattoos going up her wrist. There was oil and grease and rusting shaft but there were sticky sucker wrappers everywhere. She would add up in and sit in her dad's situation after school, walk around and touch things, and bother the shit out of Tim with frequent conversation, though he was cultured about it. And everywhere she went she left a colorful candy neglige.

After a hanker hot day of organizing tools, cleaning out the fluids blood and picking up about 20 of those candy housecoat, including some behind the mini fridge that were probably from month ago, I decided I would say something.

"Ramona. Do you make out where the chalk can is ?"I asked interrupting her current conversation with Tim. She turned and looked at me through narrowed eyes, sensing the set up.

"Yep."She said pointing to the one beside me with her burnished orange tootsie.

"So, why is it that your methamphetamine hydrochloride never ends up in one of them ?"I asked, irritated. She continued to stare at me popping the candy back in her mouth. After about 20 seconds I realized that I wasn't going to get an answer so I sighed and turned away muttering"forget about it."

But I never saw another tootsie wrapper lying about. So we never brought it up again. Our interaction over the future distich of yr was minimal. We went to different schooltime and when you are a kid, two and a half geezerhood age conflict might as well be centuries. But when we were at the shop class her dad would teach us things and make us take breaks together. We spent two summer working for her dad in that air condition-less tin box of a automobile mechanic shop class and matter were always platonic, though by that time I'd already lost my virginity. I just never thought of her in that way. Not until the end of summer break our third year. I was XVI and it wasn't until that lowest workweek of summer before sophomore class that I even noticed ramona was female. It quickly became a beguilement that was getting harder to hide.

"You aren't supposed to be smoking."She said startling me slightly. I looked at her and louse up out a smooth plume of sess.

"You aren't supposed to be at the shop this late."I said taking another puff.

"I was at Diana's but her parents started yelling again, so I left."She came and leaned against the rampart beside me so I put out the oddment of my fag."Do you desire to play checkers ?"She asked after a few bit of secretiveness. I laughed.

"You have cipher else left to bet."I said shoving at her arm."Why do you like to misplace so a lot ?"

"I don't always lose."She defended."I won twice on Sunday. And I still have a few bucks."I knew she didn't. She got an allowance of xx dollar a week. All of which she'd lost to me two days before. A bad gambling habit at the age of 15. Out came the checker control board, after all she was paying for my smoke habit.

"Are you still dating Wendy ?"She asked taking her next crook.

"Yes. Why ? Are you jealous ?"I goaded. She glared at me.

"No, I was just wondering who the girl in the Jeep was."She said casually. I knew she was trying to cast off me off, and she knew I knew that she was.

"That was goodwill. She's just a friend."I said wondering what all she'd seen. I made my move carefully.

"I don't kiss my friends that way."She said."Actually it looked like you were eating her face off."She made her next move capturing three of my pieces. I decided to switch tactics.

"How would you experience ? You haven't even had your first gear kiss yet."I said studying the board. She was winning.

"Yes I have."She lied.

"No. You haven't."I scoffed."Your parent's won't even let you look at boys."

"So. They can't contain what I do at school."She said defensively. Her face was turning red so I knew I had worked the flop angle. I made my move.

"Okay, you know how to kiss then. If I win, you have to kiss me and prove it."I watched her as I took my turn taking back control of the display panel.

"Eww, no."She said turning Magenta.

"Then I hope you have five vaulting horse like you say."



She remained silent the relief of the game observation as I crowned one power after another capturing each of her red pieces one after another. Finally with only three of her pieces left on the plug-in she sighed frustrated.

"You'll have to beak something else. I don't get my allowance till Friday."

"That's okay."I shrugged."I already told you my deal."

"I'm not kissing you."She said wrinkling her nose.

"What's the big great deal ? You've done it before, it shouldn't be a problem."I took her last two pieces. She glared at me.

"Fine. I'll give you a dazed roll in the hay kiss. I don't know why you want one so bad anyway."She huffed standing up.

"Language."I warned, trying not to laugh. I watched her walk over to follow stand beside me expectantly.

"Well ?"She snapped."Are you going to stomach up ?"

"No."I said enjoying her discomfort more than I should have been. She could have walked away and I wouldn't have stopped or goaded her, but she would never be able to be peacefully knowing she'd turned down a challenge from me. She leaned awkwardly forward and pressed her rim to mine, in what I assumed was meant to be a quickly pile, but I held her still by the straw man of her shirt and took my first sense of taste of her. It really wasn't supposed to be salutary or memorable, but her lips were so indulgent and I could taste the strawberry mark tootsie pop she'd been nervously eating during our biz. She didn't pull away like I thought she would when I let go. I deepened the kiss against my better judgement pulling her down onto my genu and squeezing her waistline hoping my deal would stay still. But as her mouth began to capture on and her gentle lip closed around my ass lip I could wish less where my hands started going. I'd kissed many back talk many times before. I was good at it. But this wasn't just kissing, this was like breathing air for the first time. My hired hand were in her lenient coloured tomentum and she fell in deeper grabbing the front of my shirt in two fist fulls. A minor sound escaped her pharynx and that's when I completely lost it. I leaned back further knowing she would lean in, and lifted my knee so my leg would crusade between hers. My hands found their way up her shirt and found she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Fuck."I mumbled as my lip left hers and traveled down the slope of her neck. Both hands grabbed at fistfuls of her and I rubbed my pollex against the sensitive flush of her nybble. She made that sound again only it was a little more do-or-die this time. I felt her hips begin to slowly rock back and Forth as I kissed the sensitive hollows of her neck. I bit softly just below her jaw and she gasped her hips jerked and she grabbed my arms tightly. I pulled back to expect at her and was amazed at what I saw. Her eyes were diffused and disbelieving at the ace she was feeling and her pink and swollen mouth was slightly opened in surprisal.

"Oh my god. Did you just occur ?"I asked, instantly regretting it. She released my shirt and pushed away from me taking all the hotness from the summertime night with her.

"What ?"She asked breathlessly, blushing recondite."No."I wasn't even certainly she knew what I meant but she got the thought.

"Ramona…"I started not sure what to say.

"I hope you enjoyed your stupid kiss. It was a dumb matter to ask for."She said slinging her bag over her shoulder in a huff."It's not like you can tell if it was my number 1 candy kiss or not."I could but I didn't say anything. She was already angry.

"Do you need a drive home ? I can-"

"No."She cut me off. And before I could say anything else she left .