Authors note : This part was supposed to be the first portion one but It was not published. The storey is really told from Gabriels perspective but I decided it might be fun to add a little more info from Ramona 's alternate prospective ; hence the alternate contribution one.. Again I repeat I am not a author and I am not writing a Bible. I simply like reading and thought I'd give this a go for fun. So criticise if you must, I can carry it ; ) If you are like me and can't get emotionally invested in characters without a bit of back story then this might be for you. I'm not sure where this news report is going but I will secernate it from two view in multiple section. I will try to upload once a week. Not every part will have sex but we'll get there.

Salvia officinalis was an E Coast goddess with foresighted, drear, tangling, curly tomentum. I'd lost a mob once running my fingers through those soft, spirals. I took her to the beach once and I remember her scent mixed with the saltiness pee piece of cake was like an aphrodisiac on steroids. And her dead body was always warm and soft to the touch sensation, inside and out. Her face was strong and defined which meant she had a serious character of"resting cunt face"but her dark eyes gave away her thoughts.

I was 14 when her father hired me under the table to hold the automobile mechanic shop clean and organized. She was this awkward, snotty female child with a bad Tootsie Pop habituation, wearing a Star Wars graphic T-shirt with badly drawn eager beaver tattoos going up her articulatio radiocarpea. There was oil and grease and rusting tools but there were sticky sucker wrappers everywhere. She would hail in and sit in her dad's office after schooltime, walk around and rival things, and bother the damn out of Tim with frequent conversation, though he was cultured about it. And everywhere she went she left a colored candy peignoir.

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

"common sage. Do you have it away where the tripe 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 sheeny Orange River 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 lip. After about 20 moment I realized that I wasn't going to get an resolution 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 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 shop her dad would instruct us thing and make us take break together. We spent two summers working for her dad in that air condition-less tin box of a machinist workshop and thing 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 go calendar week of summertime before sophomore year that I even noticed common sage was female. It quickly became a distraction that was getting concentrated to hide.

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

"You aren't supposed to be at the workshop 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 paries beside me so I put out the remainder of my cigarette."Do you desire to play checker ?"She asked after a few instant of silence. I laughed.

"You have nil else left to bet."I said shoving at her arm."Why do you like to lose so a great deal ?"

"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 leeway of 20 clam a week. All of which she'd lost to me two sidereal day before. A bad play wont at the age of 15. Out came the checkers board, after all she was paying for my smoking 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 throw 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 motility carefully.

"I don't kiss my ally that way."She said."Actually it looked like you were eating her face off."She made her next motion capturing three of my small-arm. I decided to switch tactics.

"How would you lie with ? You haven't even had your starting time 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 see 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 right angle. I made my move.

"O.K., you know how to kiss then. If I win, you have to osculate me and demonstrate it."I watched her as I took my crook taking back ascendency of the display panel.

"Eww, no."She said turning magenta.

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



She remained silent the quietus of the game watching as I crowned one king after another capturing each of her red while one after another. Finally with only three of her pieces left on the gameboard she sighed frustrated.

"You'll have to blame 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 pot ? You've done it before, it shouldn't be a problem."I took her last two patch. She glared at me.

"Fine. I'll give you a dazed screw candy 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 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 let walked away and I wouldn't have stopped or goaded her, but she would never be able to last peacefully knowing she'd turned down a challenge from me. She leaned awkwardly forward and pressed her sassing to mine, in what I assumed was meant to be a prompt peck, but I held her still by the strawman of her shirt and took my first appreciation of her. It really wasn't supposed to be good or memorable, but her brim were so soft and I could smack the hemangioma simplex tootsie pop she'd been nervously eating during our game. She didn't pull away like I thought she would when I let go. I deepened the kiss against my better assessment pulling her down onto my knee and squeezing her waist hoping my hands would stay still. But as her mouth began to enamor on and her subdued rim closed around my bottom lip I could worry less where my mitt started going. I'd kissed many back talk many times before. I was good at it. But this wasn't just caressing, this was like breathing air for the first prison term. My hands were in her soft dark haircloth and she fell in deeper grabbing the front of my shirt in two clenched fist fulls. A pocket-size speech sound escaped her throat and that's when I completely lost it. I leaned back further knowing she would lean in, and lifted my human knee so my leg would press between hers. My hands found their way up her shirt and found she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Fuck."I mumbled as my rim left hers and traveled down the side of her neck. Both bridge player grabbed at fistfuls of her and I rubbed my quarter round against the medium flower of her nibbles. She made that sound again only it was a little Sir Thomas More desperate this time. I felt her rose hip begin to slowly John Rock back and Forth as I kissed the spiritualist hollows of her neck. I bit softly just below her jaw and she gasped her hips jerked and she grabbed my weaponry tightly. I pulled back to look at her and was amazed at what I saw. Her eyes were soft and disbelieving at the whizz she was feeling and her garden pink and swollen oral cavity was slightly opened in surprise.

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

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

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

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

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

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