Where We Begin

Chapter 19 - My Brief & Embarrassing History With Girls

July 6th, 2002 - Busta

I didn't want to let Taylor go as we sat in her car, in my driveway, kissing intensely. I didn't care that my little brother could possibly be spying from any window. I didn't want this night to end.

I made a bold move, my right hand moving up her thigh, just past the hem of her dress. Taylor swatted it away. I thought I was in trouble, remembering how she said Kit used to try to pressure her into moving faster than she wanted, but luckily she giggled as she pulled away from me. Looking me straight in the eye, she gave me a sly smile.

Taylor pulled the straps of her dress off her shoulders, revealing a lacy black bra. I sat in the passenger seat, in awe of the goddess that was across from me. She reached over to grab my hand. I took the hint.

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After what could arguably be the best 15 minutes of my life thus far, we kissed good night and I made my way into the house. My legs felt like jelly and my head was swimming. I'll be honest, Taylor Johansen was the kind of girl I would never expect to give me the time of day. I wasn't sure what I did to deserve her. 

I walked through the front door, hoping to make my way up to my room without any fanfare. Instead, I was greeted by my brother and my mom sitting around the kitchen island. 

"Hot chocolate?" my mom asked, pushing a mug in my direction.

"Ummm. I think I just want to go upstairs and lay down," I replied

"Tired from all the tonsil hockey?" Buddy snickered. My mom frowned at him.

"Were you spying on us, you little perv?"

"No, he was here with me. But since you have confirmed that Taylor is a little more than friend, maybe we should have a talk." Mom gave me a concerned look.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. I do not need a sex talk, especially this late and with Buddy here. I'm home, I'm safe, and I didn't manage to impregnate anyone." Before either of them could interject, I went straight to the back staircase. "I had a good night, you can ruin it for me tomorrow."

When I got to my room, I waited for a minute, listening for footsteps following me. Surprisingly, there were none. I stripped off my clothes, down to my boxers and stretched out on my bed. I closed my eyes, still hanging onto the image of Taylor in her bra with her dress pulled down to her waist. I could still feel her lips, her hands in my hair, my fingers moving along her impossibly soft skin...

It was time for a shower. A cold shower

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Before I fell asleep, my mind started to wander back through my brief and embarrassing history with girls. There was my first kiss, Jenny Cochran, who ran up and planted one on me during 5th grade recess. It was part of a game of truth or dare she was playing with her friends, but it did make me the coolest kid on the playground for a while. That is, until she kissed my buddy Howie and decided he was boyfriend material. I agonized over it for days watching them hold hands in the cafeteria line and pass notes. What was wrong with me? Why wasn't I worthy enough to carry her books for her? Looking back the answer is obvious; we were 10, and 10 year olds don't know what it means to be in a relationship. The sweeping affair between Jenny and Howie barely lasted 2 weeks anyway. 

In 8th grade, I somehow found myself involved with a girl named Kelly Harris. I was with my friends, going to see a movie, and we ran into her and her friends in the lobby. She sat next to me and before the opening credits began, she reached over and held my hand. I just sat there like a statue for the entire movie, scared to move. So we just held hands for 2 hours. It was cool, but I remember being a little annoyed that I couldn't open and eat the two boxes of Milk Duds I had bought.