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Yep, it's my first post. Let me know what you think. Please don't sell
the story, but feel free to distribute it unaltered. 

peace,
the father Disrupt

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I guess it was a typical case of first love. We had been so madly
infatuated with one another for so long. The problem was that we had
only seen each other once, well, twice, two days in a row. We met when
we were in high school at the state convention of a club we both
belonged to. There was a dance one night and she came up and asked me to
dance. I accepted and we just went from there. We talked all night,
holding hands. I wanted to kiss her so badly, but never did... Anyway,
we had to part ways. Since the convention was in my hometown I had to go
home and she had to go to her hotel.

The next morning, the last morning of the convention, she somehow finds
me in the crowd and we exchange addresses and phone numbers. I am
devastated to find that she lives hours away. To a 15 year old with no
car that is just as bad as another continent. That afternoon we parted
ways. It was to be years before we saw each other again. 

We immediately began writing each other tremendous letters. Never had I
been so open and honest with someone. I gave her my heart and mind in
those letters in a way I had never done before. It was through this
mutual openness that we fell so deeply in love with one another. The
letter writing persisted for a time, but waned eventually. The
frustration of never seeing the one you love was more than we could bear
I guess. We went on, we dated other people, and for months, sometimes
years at a time, we wouldn't speak or write. Still, not a week went by
that I didn't wonder about how she was.

Fast forward several years. We were seniors in college. I called her
dad, introduced myself, and luckily, he remembered me. He gave me Sara's
current address and phone number. I wrote to see how she was and to tell
her I was engaged. I had fallen in love again, even to the same extent
as the first time. We were to be married the next summer. Again I wrote
one of the famous "Greg letters" in which my heart and soul is poured
out onto the page. Weeks passed and no reply was received. I was
heartbroken. She was my first love and my dearest friend in the whole
world, but she didn't write me back or return the messages I left on her
machine. I figured our friendship had passed into the past.

Sixth months later she replies, via email. She had lost the letter, and
it had just turned up. I was elated. I began to giggle in the computer
lab. Oh, the joy. The friendship and love returned, no it was revived.
As the months passed we caught up, picking up where we left off, odd
feelings and all. As my wedding grew closer things got stranger. I
begged my friend to come be with me on one of the most important and
frightening days of my life. She was glad to. 

This was wonderful. Again I was elated. Then I worried. as the date
neared I was more nervous about seeing Sara than the wedding. All of
those old feelings were resurfacing. Would it be best to see her after
all those years ON MY WEDDING DAY? Still, by this point it would have
been impossible not to see her. My hopes had been built up too much to
miss this.

Plans were made. The wedding party, along with Sara and her boyfriend,
would be staying in a hotel in the town where the wedding was. We'd be
in two rooms, cramped into each one. I worked out, though, so that my
best man (a woman) and her fiancé would be in one room, and myself, a
groomsman, and Sara and company would be in the other room. It was all
how the beds were divided between the rooms.

The day before the wedding arrived and I arrived at the hotel. My "best
man" arrived right after me, along with a message that the groomsman who
was to share a room with me would not be there until morning. We
unpacked our things in the respective rooms and made our way through the
rehearsal and following supper. Traveling back to the hotel the nerves
kicked in. Had nothing to do with the wedding though. I was worried
about seeing Sara again, especially with one less person in the room. Oh
well, at least her boyfriend would be there.

As it got late my friends went to sleep as I waited up for Sara. It was
getting late and I was getting worried, but finally she showed up. As
she knocked on the door to the hotel room my heart stopped. I opened the
door and there was my first love, my best friend, smiling. I grabbed her
and hugged her with all my might. I was soaring. I gave her a kiss on
the cheek and set her down again.

"I'm so glad you came," I said. "It means so much to me."

"Like I'd miss this," she grinned at me.

I hugged her again, looked around, and asked where her boyfriend was.
"Oh, he's getting bags out of the truck," she replied. I had worried he
wouldn't be there.

Well, he came down, introduced himself, asked where his bed was and said
goodnight. Well, Sara and I were having no part of that. We had too much
to talk about. We decided to go for a walk to the lake. It was a mild
summer night. We made our way to the boat dock and sat on the edge,
dangling our feet in the water. I held her hand. and we just sat there
in silence for a while.

"Feeling awkward yet?" I asked.

"A little."

I kissed her on the cheek again. "I know."

I scooted up close to her and she leaned against my shoulder. We just
sat together, enjoying each other's long missed presence.

"Hey now," Sara suddenly exclaimed, "this is the night before your
wedding. We should be getting wild, having fun. Have you had a Bachelor
party yet?"

"Yeah, last week."

"Well then, that's taken care of. We've got to do something crazy
though. What do you want to do."

"Umm, Sara, we're in a little hick town at 1 am. Everything's been shut
down for hours."

"Well then, lets make some fun. Everybody's in bed now I guess?"

"Yeah, or passed out drunk," I said as memories of my year living in
that town came back.

"Okay, it's safe then," Sara says as she takes off her flannel shirt.

"Safe for what?"

"You and I are going skinny-dipping," she says to me, matter of factly.
She loosens her belt and looks at me and says "Come on, off with em."

"Hey, I don't think this is such a good idea. I still have lots of
feeling for you, you know."

"Tough shit. Get naked. Get wet."

Sara pulls off her shirt and I comply. As I loosen my boot laces she
continues undressing. I follow suit and after we get our clothes off we
look at each other for a moment before she reaches over and shoves me
in. I was thankful, as signs of arousal were starting to show. Sara
bails in the water after me and we swim around goofing off. I forget
we're naked and just start having fun. That is until I lunge toward her
to splash her and my hand lands on her breast. 

"Uh... umm... uhh..." she stammers. 

"Umm, sorry," I say. We just look at each other, slowly moving closer.
"I didn't mean that," I whisper. 

"You didn't mean to touch me, or you didn't mean you were sorry?"

"Both," I whisper as our lips meet. It was a kiss years in the making.
All the fire, all the love and passion that had built over the years
culminated in that kiss.

"We should get out of the water," I say.

Sara nods. I climb onto the deck and help her up. She is so beautiful
under the moon, and her slender body glistens with the water. I brush
the dripping hair from her face and wrap her flannel around her because
she's shivering. "I'm not cold," Sara says to me.

"But you're shivering."

"I'm happy," she says as a tear drops from her cheek into our puddles on
the deck.

I lean in and kiss her cheek where the tear fell, then pull her in close
to me, to feel her body against mine. We kiss again. It is the kiss of
young love, of first love. I lay Sara down on one of the softer mats on
the dock and begin to feel her and to kiss her. I caress her cheek and
neck. I run my hands gently down her sides, across her hips. My
fingertips touch to her nipples. Again we lean in and kiss. I start to
ask "Are you sure?" but she looks up into my eyes and touches my face,
and I know I love her. I know it is right. I move my kiss away from her
lips, i kiss her jaw, her neck. I move down to her collarbone. My lips
finally encircle her nipple. I softly massage her other breast. I hear
her moan. I know this is right. As my mouth pulls up from her breast I
replace it with my hand. Her eyes, now on fire, dart down to meet mine.
Our lips meet and we breathe each others breaths. Again i start trailing
my kisses down her body. I pass her breasts, linger on her navel, touch
her hips. My fingers run through the hair of her crotch as I breathe in
her scent. My tongue darts out, touching her damp lips for the first
time. The taste is exquisite, sweet, musky. My tongue returns again,
longer this time. I trace her slit, up and down... up and down several
times. I languish her taste. It is intoxicating to me. More vigorously
now, I search her with my mouth. My tongue finds her clitoris. I begin
to trace circles around it. Sara's back arches and she gasps. Harder
this time, I trace circles around the most sensitive part of my first
love's body. Sara reaches down and runs her fingers through my hair. She
grabs my head and pulls it in closer to her. I devour her softness. It
becomes my whole world. More and more I taste her. More and more she
moans. I can feel her impending orgasm. It hits her slowly, then builds
up stronger. She forces my face as far into her as I can go. I go
willingly. She shakes and lets out a small scream, like a loud whimper.
She lets go of my head. I kiss my way back up her body. I look into her
eyes and say "I love you." She just kisses me.

Lying there, on the boat dock, on the lake, under a full moon we are in
another world. Sara's legs spread and wrap around mine. My penis glides
into her folds easily. The feeling is overwhelming, like losing my
virginity all over again. We begin to rock our bodies together. The
waves rock the dock and become one with them. We adopt their rhythm. Our
hands explore each others bodies as our mouths never part. The gentle
rocking becomes more forceful as Sara has another orgasm coming on. The
kiss never breaks as she moans, pants, whimpers into my mouth. I love
her so much. As the force of her orgasm builds mine surfaces too. We
look directly into each others eyes as our climaxes hit simultaneously.

Exhausted, we lie there, holding each other, not moving. I look at her
once again, kiss her. It is done. Ends of time are tied. I love her like
I'll never love another, and she me. It is first love, deep love, never
to be lost love. We rise, get dressed, and return up the hill to the
hotel. We both walk in silence, never releasing the other's hand. Even
in sleep our hands reached across the space between the beds and never
let go.

In the morning we woke. We were closer than ever. She was by best
friend. I loved her. She came with me to the church so that I could
marry another. Neither of us were sad. I loved my bide with the love of
a husband for wife. Before Sara left I kissed her on the cheek again. "I
love you, you know." 

"I know. I love you too," she smiled back at me.

She left that afternoon and my new wife and I went off to our honeymoon
and our new life. Never again will Sara and I go months or years without
speaking. Even if we don't call, even if we don't write, we speak
through our hearts. That's the power of first love.


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