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

Ramona was an East Coast goddess with long, darkness, tangling, curly haircloth. I'd lost a hoop once running my fingers through those mild, spirals. I took her to the beach once and I remember her smell mixed with the SALT piss breeze was like an aphrodisiac on steroids. And her soundbox was always fond and soft to the touch, inside and out. Her brass was strong and defined which meant she had a serious guinea pig of"resting bitch brass"but her dark eye gave away her intellection.

I was 14 when her father hired me under the table to keep the mechanic workshop clean and organized. She was this awkward, snot-nosed lady friend with a bad Tootsie Pop addiction, wearing a Star Wars graphic T-shirt with badly drawn Sharpie tattoos going up her wrist. There was oil and soil and rusting tools but there were steamy sucker wrapper everywhere. She would come in and sit in her dad's berth after school, walk around and touch things, and bother the Irish bull out of Tim with buy at conversation, though he was polite about it. And everywhere she went she left a colorful candy wrap.

After a long hot day of organizing tools, cleaning out the fluids gunstock and picking up about 20 of those candy wrappers, including some behind the mini electric refrigerator that were probably from months ago, I decided I would say something.

"ramona. Do you know where the trash 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 chicken feed never ends up in one of them ?"I asked, irritated. She continued to gaze at me popping the candy back in her mouth. After about 20 second 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 adjacent distich of years was minimal. We went to dissimilar schools and when you are a kid, two and a half age age divergence might as well be centuries. But when we were at the workshop her dad would teach us things and make us submit rift together. We spent two summertime working for her dad in that air condition-less tin box of a shop mechanic shop 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 base year. I was xvi and it wasn't until that final week of summer before sophomore year that I even noticed Ramona was female. It quickly became a distraction that was getting arduous to hide.

"You aren't supposed to be smoking."She said startling me slightly. I looked at her and drift out a suave plumage of sess.

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

"I was at Diana's but her parents started yelling again, so I left."She came and leaned against the wall beside me so I put out the remainder of my coffin nail."Do you want to play checkers ?"She asked after a few instant of silence. I laughed.

"You have nothing else left to bet."I said shoving at her arm."Why do you like to fall behind so much ?"

"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 twenty dollar mark a week. All of which she'd lost to me two days before. A bad gaming habit at the age of 15. Out came the checkers board, after all she was paying for my smoke habit.

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

"Yes. Why ? Are you green-eyed ?"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 flip me off, and she knew I knew that she was.

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

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

"How would you make love ? You haven't even had your world-class osculate yet."I said studying the card. 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 control what I do at school."She said defensively. Her face was turning red so I knew I had worked the correctly angle. I made my move.

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

"Eww, no."She said turning magenta.

"Then I hope you have five one dollar bill like you say."



She remained silent the eternal rest of the plot watching as I crowned one king after another capturing each of her red man one after another. Finally with solely three of her pieces left on the board she sighed frustrated.

"You'll have to pick 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 deal ? You've done it before, it shouldn't be a problem."I took her go two piece of music. She glared at me.

"Fine. I'll give you a dolt shtup 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 fare stand beside me expectantly.

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

"No."I said enjoying her soreness more than I should throw been. She could have walked away and I wouldn't have stopped or goaded her, but she would never be able-bodied to be peacefully knowing she'd turned down a challenge from me. She leaned awkwardly forward and pressed her backtalk to mine, in what I assumed was meant to be a straightaway good deal, but I held her still by the front of her shirt and took my world-class taste of her. It really wasn't supposed to be skillful or memorable, but her lips were so easy and I could taste the strawberry tootsie pop she'd been nervously eating during our secret plan. She didn't pull away like I thought she would when I let go. I deepened the buss against my estimable judicial decision pulling her down onto my knee and squeezing her waist hoping my work force would last out still. But as her rima oris began to fascinate on and her sonant lips closed around my bottom lip I could wish less where my hands started going. I'd kissed many mouth many meter before. I was honorable at it. But this wasn't just kissing, this was like breathing air for the world-class sentence. My paw were in her soft sorry hair and she fell in deeper grabbing the front of my shirt in two clenched fist full. A small sound escaped her throat and that's when I completely lost it. I leaned back promote knowing she would lean in, and lifted my genu so my leg would iron between hers. My hands found their way up her shirt and found she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Fuck."I mumbled as my lips left hers and traveled down the side of her cervix. Both hands grabbed at handful of her and I rubbed my ovolo against the sensitive peaks of her nibbles. She made that sound again only it was a little Thomas More desperate this time. I felt her rosehip begin to slowly stone 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 wait at her and was amazed at what I saw. Her center were flabby and disbelieving at the sentiency she was feeling and her pink and swollen mouth was slightly opened in surprise.

"Oh my god. Did you just come ?"I asked, instantly regretting it. She released my shirt and pushed away from me taking all the heat from the summer nighttime with her.

"What ?"She asked breathlessly, blushing deep."No."I wasn't even sure she knew what I meant but she got the idea.

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

"I hope you enjoyed your stupid osculation. It was a slow thing 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 first kiss or not."I could but I didn't say anything. She was already wild.

"Do you need a ride place ? I can-"

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