Authors note : This part was supposed to be the first part one but It was not published. The tale is really told from Gabriels linear perspective but I decided it might be fun to add a little more information from Ramona 's flip-flop prospective ; hence the take turns division 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 pick out it ; ) If you are like me and can't get emotionally invested in characters without a bit of gage story then this might be for you. I'm not sure where this narration is going but I will distinguish it from two perspectives in multiple role. I will try to upload once a calendar week. Not every part will birth sex but we'll get there.

ramona was an East Coast goddess with long, darkness, tangling, curly hair. I'd lost a ring once running my fingers through those gentle, coil. I took her to the beach once and I remember her scent mixed with the salt water supply child's play was like an aphrodisiac on sex hormone. And her body was always ardent and flabby to the touch, inside and out. Her typeface was strong and defined which meant she had a life-threatening eccentric of"resting bitch facial expression"but her dingy eyes gave away her sentiment.

I was 14 when her father hired me under the table to keep the grease monkey workshop clean and organized. She was this awkward, uppish girl with a bad Tootsie Pop addiction, wearing a Star Wars graphic tee shirt with badly drawn sharpy tattoos going up her articulatio radiocarpea. There was oil and filth and rusting tools but there were sticky mark peignoir everywhere. She would fall in and sit in her dad's place after shoal, walk around and disturb things, and bother the shit out of Tim with frequent conversation, though he was cultivated about it. And everywhere she went she left a colored candy peignoir.

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

"Salvia officinalis. Do you get laid where the methamphetamine hydrochloride 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 glossy orange tootsie.

"So, why is it that your methamphetamine never ends up in one of them ?"I asked, irritated. She continued to gaze at me popping the confect back in her mouth. After about 20 s 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 fundamental interaction over the next span of years was minimal. We went to different schools and when you are a kid, two and a half years age remainder might as well be one C. But when we were at the workshop her dad would teach us things and make believe us take interruption together. We spent two summer working for her dad in that air condition-less tin box of a automobile mechanic shop and things 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 yr. I was sixteen and it wasn't until that last week of summer before sophomore class that I even noticed Ramona was female. It quickly became a misdirection 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 quiet plume of locoweed.

"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 represent checkers ?"She asked after a few consequence of silence. I laughed.

"You have nothing else left to bet."I said shoving at her arm."Why do you like to turn a loss 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 20 dollars a workweek. All of which she'd lost to me two years before. A bad gambling habit 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 envious ?"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 free grace. She's just a friend."I said wondering what all she'd seen. I made my motion carefully.

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

"How would you know ? You haven't even had your first kiss 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 verify what I do at school."She said defensively. Her face was turning red so I knew I had worked the right slant. I made my move.

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

"Eww, no."She said turning magenta.

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



She remained silent the rest of the game observation as I crowned one Martin Luther King Jr. after another capturing each of her red art object one after another. Finally with only three of her pieces left on the panel she sighed frustrated.

"You'll have to pick something else. I don't get my adjustment trough 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 last two bit. She glared at me.

"mulct. I'll give you a stupid fucking 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 walkway over to fare viewpoint beside me expectantly.

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

"No."I said enjoying her discomfort More than I should feature been. She could consume 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 lips to mine, in what I assumed was meant to be a straightaway hatful, but I held her still by the straw man of her shirt and took my kickoff taste perception of her. It really wasn't supposed to be proficient or memorable, but her lips were so balmy and I could sample the hemangioma simplex tootsie pop she'd been nervously eating during our game. She didn't displume away like I thought she would when I let go. I deepened the kiss against my bettor opinion pulling her down onto my knee and squeezing her waist hoping my hands would ride out still. But as her back talk began to trance on and her flaccid lips closed around my tooshie lip I could care less where my hired hand started going. I'd kissed many lips many multiplication before. I was good at it. But this wasn't just smooching, this was like breathing air for the first time. My bridge player were in her soft dour haircloth and she fell in deeper grabbing the front of my shirt in two fist full. A low sound escaped her throat and that's when I completely lost it. I leaned back further knowing she would lean in, and lifted my knee so my leg would bid 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 slope of her cervix. Both workforce grabbed at fistful of her and I rubbed my pollex against the medium point of her nybble. She made that sound again only it was a little Sir Thomas More desperate this metre. I felt her hip begin to slowly sway back and forth as I kissed the sensitive hollow of her cervix. I bit softly just below her jaw and she gasped her hips jerked and she grabbed my arms tightly. I pulled back to look at her and was amazed at what I saw. Her centre were soft and disbelieving at the sensation she was feeling and her pink and vain lip 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 passion from the summer night 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 surely what to say.

"I hope you enjoyed your pudding head buss. It was a dense 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 for the first time kiss or not."I could but I didn't say anything. She was already wild.

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

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