source note : This division was supposed to be the inaugural part one but It was not published. The taradiddle is really told from Gabriels position but I decided it might be fun to add a slight more than info from Salvia officinalis 's alternate prospective ; hence the interchange part one.. Again I repeat I am not a writer and I am not writing a Good Book. I simply like reading and thought I'd give this a go for fun. So criticize if you must, I can strike it ; ) If you are like me and can't get emotionally invested in quality without a bit of dorsum story then this might be for you. I'm not sure where this story is going but I will tell it from two perspectives in multiple parting. I will try to upload once a week. Not every part will have sex but we'll get there.

Salvia officinalis was an Orient glide goddess with long, dark, tangling, curly pilus. I'd lost a ring once running my fingerbreadth through those lenient, spirals. I took her to the beach once and I remember her scent mixed with the saltiness urine breeze was like an aphrodisiac on sex hormone. And her body was always tender and soft to the speck, inside and out. Her face was substantial and defined which meant she had a serious compositor's case of"resting bitch face"but her dour eyes gave away her cerebration.

I was 14 when her founder hired me under the tabular array to keep the mechanic shop clean and organized. She was this awkward, persnickety girl with a bad Tootsie Pop dependency, wearing a hotshot Wars in writing T-shirt with badly drawn Sharpie tattoos going up her wrist. There was oil and filth and rusting tools but there were gummy sucker wrappers everywhere. She would come in and sit in her dad's business office after school day, walk around and speck affair, and bother the shit out of Tim with shop conversation, though he was civilised about it. And everywhere she went she left a colored candy wrap.

After a farsighted hot day of organizing cock, cleaning out the fluids stock certificate and picking up about 20 of those confect wrappers, including some behind the mini fridge that were probably from calendar month ago, I decided I would say something.

"Ramona. Do you get laid 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 shiny orange tootsie.

"So, why is it that your trash never ends up in one of them ?"I asked, irritated. She continued to gaze at me popping the confect back in her sassing. After about 20 sec 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 next mates of years was minimal. We went to different schooltime and when you are a kid, two and a half years age difference might as well be centuries. But when we were at the workshop 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 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 summertime break our third year. I was sixteen and it wasn't until that last calendar week of summertime before sophomore year that I even noticed Ramona was distaff. It quickly became a distraction that was getting hard to hide.

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

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

"I was at Princess of Wales's but her parents started yelling again, so I left."She came and leaned against the rampart beside me so I put out the remnant of my butt."Do you desire to flirt checker ?"She asked after a few moment of secretiveness. I laughed.

"You have nothing else left to bet."I said shoving at her arm."Why do you like to suffer 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 margin of twenty dollars a calendar week. All of which she'd lost to me two days before. A bad play habit at the age of 15. Out came the checkers control board, after all she was paying for my smoking habit.

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

"Yes. Why ? Are you overjealous ?"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 throw me off, and she knew I knew that she was.

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

"I don't buss my protagonist 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 flip tactics.

"How would you have a go at it ? You haven't even had your first buss 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 cheek was turning red so I knew I had worked the right angle. I made my move.

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

"Eww, no."She said turning Battle of Magenta.

"Then I hope you have five bucks like you say."



She remained silent the rest of the biz observation as I crowned one king after another capturing each of her red opus one after another. Finally with only three of her opus left on the gameboard she sighed frustrated.

"You'll have to pick something else. I don't get my adjustment public treasury 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 lowest two pieces. She glared at me.

"Fine. I'll give you a stupid fucking osculation. 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 come pedestal beside me expectantly.

"wellspring ?"She snapped."Are you going to fend 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-bodied to live peacefully knowing she'd turned down a challenge from me. She leaned awkwardly forward and pressed her lips to mine, in what I assumed was meant to be a immediate peck, but I held her still by the front of her shirt and took my first gustatory perception of her. It really wasn't supposed to be honorable or memorable, but her rim were so indulgent and I could taste the strawberry tootsie pop she'd been nervously eating during our game. She didn't get out away like I thought she would when I let go. I deepened the kiss against my upright judicial decision pulling her down onto my knee and squeezing her waist hoping my bridge player would stay still. But as her mouth began to view on and her delicate lips closed around my behind lip I could care less where my script started going. I'd kissed many brim many clock time before. I was in force at it. But this wasn't just hugging, this was like breathing air for the commencement prison term. My hired hand were in her soft dark fuzz and she fell in deeper grabbing the front of my shirt in two fist fulls. A small phone escaped her throat and that's when I completely lost it. I leaned back far knowing she would incline in, and lifted my stifle so my leg would press between hers. My work force 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 English of her neck. Both hands grabbed at handful of her and I rubbed my thumbs against the sensitive peaks of her nibbles. She made that auditory sensation again only it was a little more dire this fourth dimension. I felt her pelvis begin to slowly rock back and forth as I kissed the sensitive hole of her neck. I bit softly just below her jaw and she gasped her hips jerked and she grabbed my weapons system tightly. I pulled back to look at her and was amazed at what I saw. Her heart were flaccid and disbelieving at the sensory faculty she was feeling and her garden pink and swollen backtalk was slightly opened in surprisal.

"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 night with her.

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

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

"I hope you enjoyed your stupe kiss. It was a obtuse affair to ask for."She said slinging her bag over her shoulder joint in a seeing red."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 angry.

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

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