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 This is a true story about my life.  Please feel free to send me an email
to tell me what you think.  skandalousbytch@gmail.com



   In the beginning...

   Cal drove up in his Ford F-150, black and a little worn around the
edges. My heart beat fast, almost too fast and I had to remember to
breathe.

   I had spent the last three days obsessing over him.  He was away, doing
a favor for a friend by narrating a ballet.  Being a musician by nature,
Cal loves doing those types of things.  And he's good at it.

   I, however had spent the three days he was gone missing him like crazy,
distracting myself by hanging out with friends, smoking weed and playing
spades nonstop.

   We had spoken, in detail, about the status of our lives, and of our
relationships.  Mine, anyway, He didn't really have one to speak of.  Sure,
he could call any girl up and she'd come over, but that was then and this
is right now.  We talked about music, about books, about how I masturbated,
lying on my back, legs parted.  I knew he was divorced with two kids older
than me, though only slightly, and I knew I wanted him so badly I was
dreaming about him, sleeping with headphones in my ears so that I could
hear the music he'd given me.

   So, when I saw him step out of the truck and into the cool air, in his
black hoodie and blue jeans, I grinned, smoking my clove cigarette.  It was
cold outside, January, and I was at a friend's apartment on the balcony,
waiting for him.  I stood, leaned over the railing, and said "You made it!"
He smiled up at me and made some now-forgotten reference to Romeo and
Juliet.  As he climbed the two sets of stairs my hands began to shake.  Was
it right for me to invite him here?  What would he think of a woman who
just invited him over after spending three days doing nothing but flirting?

   As he rounded the corner at the top of the stairs he said, "Hey you,"
and went to give me a hug.  Pulling back from the hug we looked each other
in the eyes and immediately our lips met.  He tasted wonderful, felt
wonderful in my arms.  We kissed deeply for minutes before one of us broke
the kiss and I laid my head against his chest, just under his chin.  Cal
said "Right where you belong," and he was right.  I was where I belonged,
with his arms around me, protecting me from the cold.

   We began kissing again, deeply and sensually, rubbing each other all
over through our bundled up clothes.  Suddenly, the neighbor's door opened
and we heard a loud squeak of surprise.  The neighbors came out laughing
and apologizing for interrupting us.  I was mortified, hiding my face in
his hoodie.  Cal's only response was, "Dude, it's cool.  We've still got
all our clothes on." That's the first time I fell in love with him.