source note : This office was supposed to be the first theatrical 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 info from common sage 's alternate prospective ; hence the replacement share one.. Again I repeat I am not a writer 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 direct it ; ) If you are like me and can't get emotionally invested in characters without a bit of back report then this might be for you. I'm not sure where this taradiddle is going but I will assure it from two perspectives in multiple parts. I will try to upload once a week. Not every contribution will have sex but we'll get there.

Ramona was an East Coast goddess with long, night, tangling, curly hair. I'd lost a ring once running my fingers through those balmy, spirals. I took her to the beach once and I remember her smell mixed with the salt body of water air was like an aphrodisiac on steroids. And her body was always warm and soft to the speck, inside and out. Her face was strong and defined which meant she had a serious case of"resting bitch human face"but her nighttime eyes gave away her thoughts.

I was 14 when her father hired me under the mesa to continue the mechanic shop class clean and organized. She was this awkward, snotty young lady with a bad Tootsie Pop dependency, wearing a headliner war graphic T-shirt with badly drawn Sharpie tattoos going up her wrist joint. There was oil and grease and rust putz but there were sticky all-day sucker peignoir everywhere. She would fare in and sit in her dad's office after school, walk around and touch things, and bother the hoot out of Tim with frequent conversation, though he was cultivated about it. And everywhere she went she left a colorful candy wrapping.

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

"ramona. Do you experience where the trash can is ?"I asked interrupting her current conversation with Tim. She turned and looked at me through narrowed middle, sensing the set up.

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

"So, why is it that your codswallop never ends up in one of them ?"I asked, irritated. She continued to stare at me popping the candy back in her oral cavity. After about 20 seconds I realized that I wasn't going to get an reply 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 couple of years was minimum. We went to different schooltime and when you are a kid, two and a half years age difference might as well be 100. But when we were at the shop her dad would teach us things and make us take breakage together. We spent two summertime working for her dad in that air condition-less tin box of a auto-mechanic shop class and things were always platonic, though by that meter 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 16 and it wasn't until that live week of summertime before sophomore class that I even noticed Ramona was female person. 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 blew out a smooth plume of fume.

"You aren't supposed to be at the shop 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 cigarette."Do you want to play checkers ?"She asked after a few moments of silence. I laughed.

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

"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 dollars a week. All of which she'd lost to me two days before. A bad gambling drug abuse at the age of 15. Out came the checker board, after all she was paying for my smoke habit.

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

"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 bedevil 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 move carefully.

"I don't kiss 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 switch tactics.

"How would you know ? You haven't even had your for the first time candy kiss yet."I said studying the gameboard. 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 veracious angle. I made my move.

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

"Eww, no."She said turning magenta.

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



She remained silent the balance of the game watching as I crowned one power after another capturing each of her red bit one after another. Finally with only three of her pieces left on the display board she sighed frustrated.

"You'll have to pick something else. I don't get my allowance 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 business deal ? You've done it before, it shouldn't be a problem."I took her last two art object. She glared at me.

"fine. I'll give you a stupid piece of tail buss. 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 manner of walking over to come stand beside me expectantly.

"Well ?"She snapped."Are you going to stand 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 go peacefully knowing she'd turned down a challenge from me. She leaned awkwardly forward and pressed her back talk to mine, in what I assumed was meant to be a fast plenty, but I held her still by the front of her shirt and took my beginning taste of her. It really wasn't supposed to be serious or memorable, but her rim were so mild and I could taste the strawberry tootsie pop she'd been nervously eating during our game. She didn't perpetrate away like I thought she would when I let go. I deepened the kiss against my better judgement pulling her John L. H. Down onto my human knee and squeezing her shank hoping my work force would stick around still. But as her lip began to catch on and her soft lips closed around my hindquarters lip I could deal less where my hands started going. I'd kissed many lip 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 soft dark hair and she fell in deeper grabbing the front of my shirt in two clenched fist fulls. A minor auditory sensation escaped her throat and that's when I completely lost it. I leaned back encourage knowing she would lean in, and lifted my human knee so my leg would compact 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 neck. Both hands grabbed at handful of her and I rubbed my thumbs against the spiritualist peaks of her nibbles. She made that speech sound again only it was a little more desperate this time. I felt her hip joint begin to slowly rock candy back and Forth as I kissed the sensible hollows of her neck opening. I bit softly just below her jaw and she gasped her hips jerked and she grabbed my arms tightly. I pulled back to appear at her and was amazed at what I saw. Her eyes were delicate and disbelieving at the sensory faculty she was feeling and her pink and swollen mouth was slightly opened in surprise.

"Oh my god. Did you just occur ?"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 mysterious."No."I wasn't even trusted she knew what I meant but she got the melodic theme.

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

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

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

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