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Happy Motha ******** New Year |
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Last night/this morning was like a dream. It's all hazy, but it's not just because of the alcohol. It's because all of what happened just seemed too good to be true.
I have spent the last week living with a friend to keep my mind off of things before mentioned. She has an older brother who threw a party on New Years eve. Her mother told us not to go down there and if we did, she would know. After her mom was gone about thirty minutes we called Michelle's brother and begged to come down. He said yes and within minutes we were walking down a slippery trail to his campsite.
When we got there, music was blaring from Mark's truck and several people were standing around that I had never met before. All except one. My eyes turned to a corner of the crowd where I saw his beautiful curly red hair.
Steven.
I had met him my first time in the eighth grade. Ever since then, I had wished to be his. He was a drummer for a band at church as well as two bands on his own. I could never tell if he was shy, or just didnt like me enough to talk to me. I decided tonight was my last chance to find out.
When I approached, he threw an arm out to hug me, throwing me off guard. He was happy to see someone he knew. He told me he wasn't the party type and his older brother had begged him to make an appearance. The two of us sat down, drinks kept being passed to us and we talked. We had a real conversation. Every time I looked over at him, he'd smile and bump me with his shoulder.
Everyone started dancing with someone while we stayed seated when his brother came over and insisted that we dance as well. I was embarrassed and figured him to be the same. Instead he got up and took my hand and we began to dance. It was fantastic and clumsy.
We sat back down and I noticed a curl was loose from the band that held back the rest of his hair. I pulled it gently and let it spring back up toward his head. He looked over at me and laughed then leaned in and kissed me. My hand went up to the side of his face and his to the back of my head, pulling my hair gently.
After about five or six minutes, we both came away and looked at each other. I took a leap and admitted to him softly,
"I've always wanted to kiss you..."
He laughed gently and kissed my forehead. Michelle came up to me crying about her cigarettes, saying she couldnt find them. I told her I would go back up to the house and get her mine and Steven walked with me. I remember the first time he reached out to grab my hand... I had slipped and almost fallen into the mud. I stared down at our hands for the rest of the walk back up to the house.
We walked up onto the front porch and I reached down on the table to grab my cigarettes and lighter. When I turned around he was right there in my space, looking down at me. I reached up around his neck and began to kiss him again. He reached under my shirt and let his hands rest on my bare back.
"I don't know how far is too far..."
He mumbled between kisses. I told him I would let him know if I got uncomfortable and he proceeded to put his hands down the back of my pants, past my black lacy thong and rested them on my a**. I had never had anyone do that to me before. He used it as leverage to pull me into him hard and whispered,
"Too far?"
I shook my head and leaned up to kiss him again, biting his bottom lip and pulling it out a little. His hands left my a** and traveled back up inside my shirt to my ribs where he stopped momentarily to whisper,
"What about now?"
I shook my head and went forward to kiss him again, but stopped before I did.
"I just don't want you to think I'm a whore..."
"I would never think that about you, Morganne..." he said gently.
As we kissed his hands lingered on my rib cage as if he were pondering whether he should move to the place he had wished to or not. He did eventually, with shaking hands find his way to my breasts and took a adventuring squeeze. I smiled in the next kiss when I heard something.
He stopped kissing me, because he had heard it too. There were people walking down the road in front of the house. He snatched his hand fron under my bra and shirt turning a shade of red and looked away.
The porch light was on so whoever it was got an eye full of the activities we were engaged in. He said something about them being creepers and sat down in the rocking chair, looking up at me.
I sat down on the footstool in front of him and looked into his face. I was curious now. His hands found their way to my knees where they rested. I wanted to know if I was just the girl who had just so happened to sit next to him at the party. He looked up into my face.
"No, Morganne. I've always sort of had a crush on you."
I think my heart skipped about three beats. I smiled at him and felt a little relieved. Just as we were about to lean in for another kiss, Mark walked up the porch steps.
"Well damn. Can;t believe ya'll are still together."
We laughed and went back down to the campsite so I could give Michelle the cigs. When we got there, there were more people. We danced and I sat in his lap.
It was totally not what I expected out of him... ever. We walked back up to his car. He said he had to leave at 11:30. We ended up making out again...and again. His sitting in the passenger seat of his car and me practically in his lap.
We heard fireworks and air horns going, we knew he was thirty minutes late. I told him I was sorry for making him late and went to leave, but he pulled me close.
"They will wait up."
He kissed me again telling me Happy New Years. It was the best New Years I've ever had....
 lonely-shadow · Fri Jan 01, 2010 @ 11:26pm · 0 Comments |
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