Authors note : This part was supposed to be the kickoff component one but It was not published. The level is really told from Gabriels linear perspective but I decided it might be fun to add a niggling to a greater extent info from Ramona 's jump prospective ; hence the alternate office one.. Again I repeat I am not a author 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 subscribe to it ; ) If you are like me and can't get emotionally invested in characters without a bit of support story then this might be for you. I'm not sure where this story is going but I will tell it from two perspective in multiple section. I will try to upload once a week. Not every constituent will accept sex but we'll get there.

Ramona was an due east Coast goddess with long, dismal, tangling, curly haircloth. I'd lost a pack once running my fingerbreadth through those soft, helix. I took her to the beach once and I remember her smell mixed with the salinity piss breeze was like an aphrodisiac on steroids. And her consistence was always warm and sonant to the feeling, inside and out. Her typeface was strong and defined which meant she had a unplayful example of"resting bitch face"but her morose eyes gave away her sentiment.

I was 14 when her father hired me under the table to keep the mechanic shop class clean and organized. She was this awkward, snotty daughter with a bad Tootsie Pop addiction, wearing a superstar Wars graphic T-shirt with badly drawn sharpy tattoos going up her wrist. There was oil and grease and rusting peter but there were sticky fool wrappers everywhere. She would come in and sit in her dad's situation after school, walk around and touch matter, and bother the cocksucker out of Tim with shop at conversation, though he was cultivated about it. And everywhere she went she left a colorful candy wrapper.

After a retentive hot day of organizing tools, cleaning out the fluids stock and picking up about 20 of those glaze wrappers, including some behind the mini electric refrigerator that were probably from months 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 eyes, sensing the set up.

"Yep."She said pointing to the one beside me with her shiny orange tree 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 candy back in her mouth. After about 20 indorsement I realized that I wasn't going to get an solvent 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 duo of geezerhood was minimum. We went to different schooltime and when you are a kid, two and a half twelvemonth age difference of opinion might as well be centuries. But when we were at the shop her dad would teach us affair and defecate us admit breaks together. We spent two summertime working for her dad in that air condition-less tin box of a mechanic shop and things were always platonic, though by that clock 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 year. I was sixteen and it wasn't until that last hebdomad of summertime before soph class that I even noticed Ramona was female. It quickly became a distraction 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 fluid plume of smoke.

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

"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 remnant of my cigarette."Do you want to play checkers ?"She asked after a few moments of secrecy. I laughed.

"You have nothing else left to bet."I said shoving at her arm."Why do you like to recede so very 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 leeway of twenty dollars a week. All of which she'd lost to me two days before. A bad gambling habit at the age of 15. Out came the chequer board, after all she was paying for my smoke habit.

"Are you still dating Wendy ?"She asked taking her future 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 contrive 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 booster that way."She said."Actually it looked like you were eating her face off."She made her next motion capturing three of my pieces. I decided to switch tactics.

"How would you have sex ? You haven't even had your kickoff candy kiss 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 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.

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

"Eww, no."She said turning magenta.

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



She remained unsounded the sleep of the game watching as I crowned one king after another capturing each of her red patch one after another. Finally with only three of her firearm left on the display board she sighed frustrated.

"You'll have to clean 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 bargain ? You've done it before, it shouldn't be a problem."I took her last two small-arm. She glared at me.

"Fine. I'll give you a stunned fucking 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 walk over to come stand beside me expectantly.

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

"No."I said enjoying her discomfort Thomas 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 last peacefully knowing she'd turned down a challenge from me. She leaned awkwardly forward and pressed her brim to mine, in what I assumed was meant to be a quick heap, but I held her still by the front of her shirt and took my first gustatory modality of her. It really wasn't supposed to be upright or memorable, but her lips were so easy and I could savor the strawberry mark tootsie pop she'd been nervously eating during our game. She didn't rend 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 lip began to catch on and her diffused lips closed around my bottomland lip I could care less where my helping hand started going. I'd kissed many lips many times before. I was good at it. But this wasn't just kissing, this was like breathing air for the showtime time. My men were in her soft black hair and she fell in deeper grabbing the front of my shirt in two fist fulls. A small sound escaped her throat and that's when I completely lost it. I leaned back encourage knowing she would slant in, and lifted my knee so my leg would press between hers. My custody found their way up her shirt and found she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Fuck."I mumbled as my brim left hers and traveled down the side of her cervix. Both men grabbed at fistful of her and I rubbed my ovolo against the sore peaks of her nibbles. She made that audio again only it was a little Sir Thomas More desperate this time. I felt her pelvis begin to slowly careen back and Forth as I kissed the sensitive hollows of her neck. I bit softly just below her jaw and she gasped her pelvis jerked and she grabbed my arms tightly. I pulled back to look at her and was amazed at what I saw. Her eye were subdued and disbelieving at the whizz she was feeling and her pinko and swollen mouth was slightly opened in surprise.

"Oh my god. Did you just number ?"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 cryptic."No."I wasn't even sure she knew what I meant but she got the theme.

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

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

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

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