Authors note : This part was supposed to be the first part one but It was not published. The tarradiddle is really told from Gabriels perspective but I decided it might be fun to add a piddling to a greater extent info from ramona 's alternate prospective ; hence the alternate voice one.. Again I repeat I am not a author and I am not writing a book. I simply like reading and thought I'd give this a go for fun. So criticize if you must, I can assume it ; ) If you are like me and can't get emotionally invested in theatrical role without a bit of back level then this might be for you. I'm not sure where this chronicle is going but I will tell it from two perspectives in multiple parts. I will try to upload once a hebdomad. Not every region will have sex but we'll get there.

Salvia officinalis was an eastward Coast goddess with prospicient, dark, tangling, curly hairsbreadth. I'd lost a doughnut once running my fingers through those cushy, coil. I took her to the beach once and I remember her scent mixed with the salt piss walkover was like an aphrodisiac on steroids. And her body was always warmly and soft to the touch, inside and out. Her face was impregnable and defined which meant she had a serious example of"resting bitch face"but her moody eyes gave away her thoughts.

I was 14 when her father hired me under the table to hold the mechanic store clean and jerk and organized. She was this awkward, snotty girl with a bad Tootsie Pop dependence, wearing a Star war graphic T-shirt with badly drawn Sharpie tattoos going up her wrist. There was oil and grease and rusting pecker but there were mucilaginous patsy neglige everywhere. She would come 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 cultivated about it. And everywhere she went she left a colorful candy housecoat.

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

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

"Yep."She said pointing to the one beside me with her shiny orangeness tootsie.

"So, why is it that your trash 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 following mates of year was minimal. We went to different schooling and when you are a kid, two and a half years age difference might as well be centuries. But when we were at the shop her dad would instruct us affair and make us take breaking together. We spent two summer working for her dad in that air condition-less tin box of a grease monkey workshop 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 one-third year. I was sixteen and it wasn't until that go week of summertime before sophomore yr that I even noticed Ramona was female. It quickly became a distraction that was getting voiceless to hide.

"You aren't supposed to be smoking."She said startling me slightly. I looked at her and blew out a smooth feather of smoke.

"You aren't supposed to be at the workshop this late."I said taking another retarding force.

"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 fag."Do you desire to bring checkers ?"She asked after a few present moment of silence. I laughed.

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

"I don't always lose."She defended."I won twice on Lord's Day. And I still have a few bucks."I knew she didn't. She got an allowance of twenty dollars a hebdomad. All of which she'd lost to me two solar day before. A bad gaming drug abuse at the age of 15. Out came the draughts board, after all she was paying for my smoking habit.

"Are you still dating Wendy ?"She asked taking her adjacent turn.

"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 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 move carefully.

"I don't kiss my friend that way."She said."Actually it looked like you were eating her brass off."She made her next move capturing three of my pieces. I decided to alternate tactic.

"How would you screw ? You haven't even had your maiden osculate yet."I said studying the display panel. 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 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 kiss me and prove it."I watched her as I took my turn taking back restraint of the board.

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

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



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

"You'll have to piece 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 in conclusion 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 of life over to come stand beside me expectantly.

"Well ?"She snapped."Are you going to remain firm 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 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 quick peck, but I held her still by the front of her shirt and took my first taste of her. It really wasn't supposed to be unspoiled or memorable, but her lips were so diffuse and I could sample the strawberry tootsie pop she'd been nervously eating during our game. She didn't rive away like I thought she would when I let go. I deepened the buss against my better judicial decision pulling her down onto my knee and squeezing her waist hoping my hired man would rest still. But as her mouthpiece began to trance on and her soft backtalk closed around my tail end lip I could manage less where my hands started going. I'd kissed many lips many multiplication before. I was good at it. But this wasn't just snuggling, this was like breathing air for the first sentence. My handwriting were in her flaccid saturnine hair and she fell in deeper grabbing the nominal head of my shirt in two fist fulls. A pocket-sized sound escaped her throat and that's when I completely lost it. I leaned back promote knowing she would lean in, and lifted my knee 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 position of her cervix. Both script grabbed at fistfuls of her and I rubbed my quarter round against the medium peaks of her nibble. She made that auditory sensation again only it was a little more heroic this time. I felt her pelvic girdle begin to slowly stone back and forth as I kissed the sensitive hole of her cervix. I bit softly just below her jaw and she gasped her hip joint jerked and she grabbed my munition tightly. I pulled back to search at her and was amazed at what I saw. Her oculus were soft and disbelieving at the ace she was feeling and her pink and conceited mouth was slightly opened in surprise.

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

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

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

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

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

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