Beauty of Every Beginning

Part One

Sadie

"Tell me about something." She whispers. "I want to forget myself."

I reach my hand up and caress her cheek. Natalie sits on me, her wet thong against my groin, her back resting against my naked legs. Her thin fingers delicately trace their way up my stomach to play with the lace of my bra. I gulp quietly at the soft touch of her fingers, trying to find the right words to say. "But you're too lovely to forget." I whisper, my voice coarse and uncertain.

She merely gives me a sad smile, realizing that I could not provide her with what she needed. Instead of saying what she wants to say, she mutters a "thanks" before leaning down and kissing me deeper, her fingers travelling farther than my bra.

I satisfy her more than anyone else, she tells me that every time, even more than her jock ex-boyfriends. Natalie Freeman is the head cheerleader and the love of my life. To Natalie I'm some girl in her art class, an unlikely interest in her golden life... Just a something when she is my everything. She falls asleep as I sneak out the door without a kiss good-bye, without another word.

It was the first day of Grade 10 when she appeared like a summer daydream. Her wavy, blonde hair perfectly running down her back and shoulders like water. My own too-thick, bark brown hair was pulled loosely into a braid hanging on my shoulder. I instantly regretted wearing my worn Nirvana T shirt and shredded jeans, although I was unsure why. It was as if seeing her there in her frilly summer dress at the beginning of Autumn reminded me of something I didn't have. I tried to hide the paint splatters on my sneakers and pulled my bangs down to cover up the scar above my eyebrow I got when I was seven from diving into a shallow part of the lake. I had never been "straight", yet I had never fallen in love with a girl until she spoke my name.

"It's Sadie, right?" Natalie asked me as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

"Yes... h-how do you know my name?" I asked nervously. She stood in front of my desk with one hand grasping the edge. I wished quietly that she'd grasp me that way.

"Ms. Preston told me... She also said that if I needed any help with anything to ask you. I hope you don't mind." She said before her lips curved into a sweet smile. I couldn't help but wonder what her pink lipgloss felt like on my lips.

I mentally thanked Ms. Preston. "Yes. That's alright." I grinned back, hoping that she didn't mind how my teeth weren't as perfect as hers.

"Alright." She said, smiling bigger. "Can I borrow a pencil?" I gave her one of my custom engraved pencils. All of my pencils read Sadie Morgan on them as if it mattered if someone stole a pencil, as if they would return it when they saw my name and not just scratch off the paint. "Thank you." She said kindly as she stepped away. I enjoyed the way her wedged sandals made her ass look.

Right now it's April and we're in Grade 12 and I'm walking through the morning dew on her lawn. Conveniently, I live only two blocks away so I just walk to her place.

Her parents were out again, as they always are on a Friday night. And as always it started out with a study session, then a movie, then everything else. I don't mind going straight to the "everything else" but Natalie likes it so I do as she pleases.

Monday morning starts out with sunshine. I watch the sun climb as First Period escalates into Second Period. Finally, Art begins and I am given the chance to enjoy this day. Natalie is no longer in this class although she is in my Physical Ed. Even though I never thought I would enjoy that class, suddenly I do. I like watching Natalie and having the feeling of Natalie watching me in my tight, little shorts.

Monday's are always the best because my mum always works late so Natalie skips the introductory activities. She knows the studying and movies only tease me, as I can't pay attention to anything when I'm day-dreaming about her body being on more than just my mind.