Ramona & Gabriel Pt1 ( Gabriel )


Authors note : This part was supposed to be the first portion one but It was not published. The narrative is really told from Gabriels linear perspective but I decided it might be fun to add a piddling More info from ramona 's alternate prospective ; hence the jump part 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 take it ; ) If you are like me and can't get emotionally invested in fiber without a bit of spine storey then this might be for you. I'm not sure where this story is going but I will tell it from two perspectives in multiple parts. I will try to upload once a calendar week. Not every part will throw sex but we'll get there.

ramona was an East Coast goddess with long, darkness, tangling, curly hair. I'd lost a gang once running my digit through those gentle, volute. I took her to the beach once and I remember her fragrance mixed with the salt piddle child's play was like an aphrodisiac on steroid hormone. And her consistency was always warm and soft to the touch, inside and out. Her facial expression was warm and defined which meant she had a grievous caseful of"resting cunt face"but her dark eyes gave away her sentiment.

I was 14 when her father hired me under the mesa to keep the mechanic shop clean and organized. She was this awkward, persnickety miss with a bad Tootsie Pop addiction, wearing a Star war graphic T-shirt with badly drawn Sharpie tattoos going up her wrist joint. There was oil and grease and rusting prick but there were sticky sucker peignoir everywhere. She would come in and sit in her dad's situation after schooling, walk around and touch things, and bother the shit out of Tim with frequent conversation, though he was polite about it. And everywhere she went she left a colorful confect peignoir.

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

"Ramona. Do you make love where the ice can is ?"I asked interrupting her electric 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 tootsie.

"So, why is it that your chalk 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 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 future couple of year was minimal. We went to different schools and when you are a kid, two and a one-half years age difference might as well be C. But when we were at the shop her dad would learn us things and constitute us take prison-breaking together. We spent two summer working for her dad in that air condition-less tin box of a mechanic shop and affair were always platonic, though by that fourth dimension I'd already lost my virginity. I just never thought of her in that way. Not until the end of summer break our tierce year. I was XVI and it wasn't until that last week of summertime before sophomore year that I even noticed ramona was female. 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 bluster out a tranquil plume of smoke.

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

"I was at Princess of Wales's but her parents started yelling again, so I left."She came and leaned against the wall beside me so I put out the balance of my cigarette."Do you want to play checkers ?"She asked after a few moments of silence. I laughed.

"You have cypher else left to bet."I said shoving at her arm."Why do you like to suffer 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 twenty dollar sign a week. All of which she'd lost to me two sidereal day before. A bad play habit at the age of 15. Out came the checkers plank, after all she was paying for my smoking habit.

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

"Yes. Why ? Are you jealous ?"I goaded. She glared at me.

"No, I was just wondering who the little 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 goodwill. She's just a friend."I said wondering what all she'd seen. I made my move carefully.

"I don't buss my friends 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 over maneuver.

"How would you know ? You haven't even had your first 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 await at boys."

"So. They can't control what I do at school."She said defensively. Her brass was turning red so I knew I had worked the right wing slant. I made my move.

"okey, you know how to kiss then. If I win, you have to buss me and rise it."I watched her as I took my turn taking back mastery of the panel.

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

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



She remained silent the rest of the game watching as I crowned one big businessman after another capturing each of her red objet d'art one after another. Finally with only three of her pieces left on the board she sighed frustrated.

"You'll have to pick something else. I don't get my valuation reserve 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 lastly two bit. She glared at me.

"Fine. I'll give you a dolt 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 walk over to come sales booth beside me expectantly.

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

"No."I said enjoying her discomfort more than 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-bodied to be peacefully knowing she'd turned down a challenge from me. She leaned awkwardly forward and pressed her backtalk to mine, in what I assumed was meant to be a quick peck, but I held her still by the strawman of her shirt and took my first taste of her. It really wasn't supposed to be good or memorable, but her sassing were so diffuse and I could try the strawberry 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 osculation against my easily legal opinion pulling her John L. H. Down onto my genu and squeezing her waist hoping my hired hand would bide still. But as her mouthpiece began to catch on and her soft backtalk closed around my bottom lip I could care less where my hired hand started going. I'd kissed many lips many times before. I was skilful at it. But this wasn't just hugging, this was like breathing air for the first clock time. My hands were in her soft dark hair and she fell in deeper grabbing the presence of my shirt in two fist full phase of the moon. A small sound escaped her pharynx and that's when I completely lost it. I leaned back further knowing she would angle in, and lifted my articulatio genus so my leg would press between hers. My handwriting found their way up her shirt and found she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Fuck."I mumbled as my sassing left hers and traveled down the side of her cervix. Both hand grabbed at fistfuls of her and I rubbed my quarter round against the sensitive tiptop of her nibbles. She made that sound again only it was a little more desperate this time. I felt her hip begin to slowly rock back and forth as I kissed the sensitive holler of her neck. I bit softly just below her jaw and she gasped her hips jerked and she grabbed my sleeve tightly. I pulled back to look at her and was amazed at what I saw. Her eyes were soft and disbelieving at the sentience she was feeling and her pink and puff up mouth 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 heat from the summer night with her.

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

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

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

"Do you need a drive home base ? I can-"

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