("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2005. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Young Love by Ken (cobalt_219@yahoo.com) *** A young man learns of love. (MF-teens, rom, 1st) *** In my 16th year, I was in heaven. I'd left a my first, somewhat sexual girlfriend and experiences at that hard on eight million time a day time of a boys life, to try and find something more. Not that I had a clue what the hell I was doing. Before the time of text messaging, computers and cell phones, in a land far, far away. She was the absolute, most beautiful, sweetest young woman I'd ever seen in school, or anywhere for that matter. Italian in heritage, father a surgeon, and Mom a plump, wonderful woman who always had a smile for me and made the best, damned spaghetti a human being could eat. My friend, Tyler ( as in grow up together, baseball, camping out all summer and all ) had called her for me, or actually called a girl he knows better than I do who was her girl friend. Next thing I knew, a few minutes later, I was asking her out for a Saturday afternoon drive. Jackie was 15. She loved horses and rode for ribbons at the fairs. Her Dad had standard breeds which were raced at a track not far away in the summers. She was smart and had the self discipline to study, all of which made her even more attractive to me. The first time I remember truly noticing her was two years before, in junior high. White laced, knee high socks, a dark green, navy and white, plaid skirt 6 inches above her knees and a white, button-up blouse I could barely see her bra through. No kids, I didn't attend a Catholic school, but she was Catholic. Standing by her friend's locker, wiping the tears from her friends face and telling her, "It'll be okay." The whole picture; beautiful, smart, knows how to dress without looking slutty and sweet, left an imprint on my being like no other EVER had. To this day, 35 years later, I write this and promise, I have been many places, done many things and I still believe this is what life is truly about. Over the next couple of years I'd see her and say hi in the halls or at the pool and hope someday she'd be my girl. Now, I was going to be with her, get to actually talk to her, watch her all afternoon. A crush, NOT! I was in love and LUST. First time at her house, a nice one, intros to Mom and sis's (2 younger) to pick her up for the drive. A wonderful Hi as the door opens from Mom, "Come on in! You must be Ken. Thought we'd never get to meet you, Jackie's been talking about you for years," and laughed as Jackie came down the stairs. "Actually, we saw you pitch at the Legion game a few weeks ago at the park!" "MOM!" Trust me, I had a smile on my face that would have blinded a bat! Ten, 8, 5 feet away was the girl of my dreams. Then right next to me. She put her hand in mine, scrunched up her face and said to her Mom..." Can't a girl have any secrets around here??" Still grinning I said, "Tell me more!" to her Mom. Jackie yanked my hand and said "No way, we're outta here!!" and was smiling now as broadly as I was. Now ladies, every man gets horny, especially at that age, but I will tell you truly that this young woman could have kissed me once and I'd have fainted, right then and there. Dropped dead and been happy in heaven! 5' 3" or 4", Very fine, well below her shoulders medium brown hair, hazel eyes with the longest lashes I've ever seen , soft looking and built in a way that made me not care about anything else in the world. Not only could I hardly take my eyes off of her, but her hand in mine, AND HER SMELL! Fresh, clean and slightly sweet vanilla I think. God I loved ice cream. Damn, this is fun to write! Where was I? Oh yeah, for those days, she was dressed to cause a heart attack. Mine!. A thin summer white blouse, sleeveless, a bra I could see and khaki shorts, tan, we called them very loose around the legs and an inch or so from her privates down her legs, which were not so long, but firm and shapely and slightly red, "Been workin on your tan?" I said as we walked to the little, red Corvair. "Yes, I'm a little sore all over," she said and smiled back. I opened her door (we used to do those things) and watched as her hair swung to and fro as she swung down into the car. On the way to the state forest I could hardly talk. I was doing my damndest to be normal, but I found it kinda hard to breath, or I'd try to talk or answer a question and run flat out of breath....very strange! The rolling hills where we lived were beautiful in the spring. The old , dirt and sometimes gravel roads of the park winding always toward vistas of the river valley or deep, cool shaded valleys with shade abundant. The conversation seemed to slow and I felt awkward, so I pulled off at one of the vistas and we got out. As we rounded the front of the car she moved toward me and placed her hand in mine, slowly and carefully, and squeezed. She was on my right and put our two hands, and arms with them, behind my back and rested our hands on my left hip, and her head on my chest as we walked over to the grassy area. As she spread the blanket on the spring grass she said, "It's okay Ken, we don't have to talk. I'm glad I'm finally with you. I'm glad we're here, time together is all I want." I reached out my right hand facing her and she her left and she did not take her eyes off of me as we sat down. There was a slight breeze and I could no longer help it, as the wind blew between us, her hair covered her face and I reached out and inserted my1st two fingers into the hair below her chin and the last two under her chin. I gently moved her hair back behind her ear, past her shoulder so it wouldn't be in her face and so I could touch her there, under her chin and along her jaw all the way to behind her ear. I felt so very alive! I swear I could see license plates two miles from me on the winding road through the valley below. No drug in college, no promotion at work, no nothing could ever match the way I felt. Like in a movie or a great book, except I was there writing it... with her. As she looked at me and held my other hand, she said, "I want to tell you a story." I started to speak but she put her finger to my lips as if to shush me. "For years I have liked you, wanted to be with you, be your girlfriend. We have a lot of time, not just today, but in the future, if that's what you want too." I couldn't move as I listened and looked into her eyes. The sincerity stunned me. "Lay down here and hold me and tell me we'll be together." I did and we were. I was new at this and I didn't have the ability to tell her how wonderful she was. We learned everything together over the next few years. To all women who have helped a man. And themselves. Learn to love. Thank you. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 34