I don't know much. About anything.
Well, I guess I know a lot about calculus and astronomy and configuration engineering and metaphysical science and anatomy and Shakespeare and gravitational pulls and the magnetic field and-
Okay so the list could go on for days.
But I meant love. I don't understand it. I can't imagine it. I can't make sense of it. I don't know if I believe in it. It seems too distant to process. I don't know.
This boy, though. The one I've seen in my room with the tie dye shirts and curly hair. Maybe he knows about love?
If he does, I want him to tell me. Show me. Something. Anything.
"Alright, I'll show you," he says. I don't know his name. "What do you want to know?"
"I want to know why it is so intriguing for all these people, just not me?"
"Well you're asking me to show you, aren't you? That makes you at least a tad bit intrigued."
I sighed out of impatience. "Okay. Now start explaining," I said as I fell backwards into my bed. The boy with the tie dye stood there and gazed at me. He didn't move. What was taking him so long?
"Why don't we start or simple?" He asked.
I shrugged and he sat down at the end of the bed where my feet were.
"What do you like about me?" The boy asked.
"I like that you're mysterious. I never know when I'll see you next. I like that I can't quite figure you out. You challenge me. I like that I sometimes think I can see the gears turning in your head and I want to ma-"
"No. I meant, what do you like about my appearance?"
Oh.
"You're pretty tall, but I'm still taller. I like that. You're eyes are blue. Blue is my favorite color. Your jawline looks a tad bit like the razor edge of a kitchen knife. It's attractive. Your lips are big and pink, and they look good on you. I-I don't really..."
"Here, I'll take off my shirt so you can continue," the tie dye boy said--as he removed said tie dye.
I felt my internal organs tie in knots and knots as he pulled the colorful garment over his ears and flung it across the room.
"You next."
I could feel the cherry red in my cheeks as the boy said that. I just wasn't used to being very exposed around other people. But I wanted to please him, I really did.
I pulled off my shirt quickly, because I wanted to be able to see his expressions.
He smiled.
And looked.
And smiled some more.
He leant in very close to me, and right before I thought me might have kissed me, his lips moved to my ear and slowly whispered, "I hope you're not uncomfortable."
Only when I felt warm lips press to my neck did I realize I had closed my eyes as he was whispering. They shot open, bright and alert, and I didn't know where to move-or if I should move-or where to put my hands-or if I should put my hands anywhere- I just didn't know.
I settled on a quiet sigh instead of any sort of movement, but I extended my hands out on the bed and stretched my fingers as they grasped the duvet.
The boy- oh!
I still hadn't learned his name!
But it didn't matter at this point, because he had moved his kissed right to my mouth- and his hands to either side of my waist-and his legs to either side of my thighs...
The kissing back came naturally, as I felt inclined to show some interest in the activity because it was indeed interesting.
"Connor. I like kissing you," the boy said as he pulled away. "Shall we keep at it?"
My eyes were still closed. I couldn't seem to let go of the feeling from just moments ago.
"What? Oh, oh yes."
Putting his full bodyweight on my lap, he sunk down again to my lips. I noticed small movements coming from his pelvic area, and the hissing-moaning sounds we both began to make told me that this was good, that this would feel good. So I imitated him and met his hips with mine at a slow, mutual pace. I liked this. I wanted more of this.
Tie dye boy started huffing and seeming quite out of breath, and suddenly a loud groan that came from his lips caused him to move back.
He quickly took my hand, slid my fingers down the from of his buttoned trousers, and I felt wetness coming from his briefs.
Leaning to my ear again, he whispered, "for you," and smirked a little as the same wetness spilled from me and dampened the front of my pants.
He rolled to his back on my bed and turned to face me.
"That was fun. I'll have to come again to show you even more."
And with that, I blinked twice, and the boy had vanished from my side.
I still didn't know his name.
