Insight into the Mind of Mine

Chapter 2: A Hectic Start to the Next Step

I was high on happiness after eighth grade ended. It was the beginning of summer; one in which I was able to stay at home by myself. I had a huge amount of freedom. I didn't have to worry about a job or school. I could spend every summer day as I pleased, and so could Gabby. We had the freedom to do basically anything we wanted around Dover. We started to hang out more and more, usually at the local park or football stadium. In early June, Gabby and I were hanging out at the park. The night before that day we had been talking about how much we wanted to kiss each other. Once again we were being ignorant and innocent middle schoolers, or I was at least. I can't remember exactly how it came about, but we said we would call kissing "paying taxes", I want to say that we did so as a code name in text, so that when her mother checked her phone, she wouldn't suspect anything.  Anyways, that day at the park, we walked around for a bit, but eventually settled down by this little old memorial tree on the other side of the creek by our middle school. We started to talk more passionately, and the heat rose between us. Eventually I initiated a cheesy one-liner that dealt with the "paying taxes" thing, and I kissed her. It was my first kiss, and it was magical. I didn't know how soft a girl's lips could be, I had never done something like that before, but when I did do it I knew that I really enjoyed it. We continued kissing each other on and off as people went by, we were embarrassed about letting other people see us. We started walking home when my mom texted me telling me dinner would be done soon. For some reason, while we were walking back, Gabby started crying. She was crying about the recent break up between her mother and her boyfriend David. She was distraught because of how he was the closest thing to a father she had had. I don't know what brought that up, but I had managed to comfort her as we walked the rest of the way home. That night I caught myself thinking, "Is this relationship really worth it?" I had never dealt with someone who had so many problems. She had chronic depression, and had serious emotional trauma, and it didn't help that her mother was so loosey goosey about everything. But I put my concerns to the side because of how I was still oozing happiness at receiving my first kiss. The next few weeks, we started to talk about more sexually oriented stuff like if we had seen porn or if we had masturbated before. I told her about how I did in fact masturbate, and she told me she did too. We started to discuss our kinks, fetishes, and fantasies. Obviously I have had no experience with anything of that nature before, but something that really did stick out like a thorn was my attraction and love for breasts. It was a little bit hard to suppress my hormonal feelings around Gabby because she did have reasonably big breasts. This became a problem. Within these next few weeks, we had scheduled to hang out at the local stadium. We sat in the high stands, and talked for a bit. We started to kiss each other, but Gabby wanted to try something new. She wanted to teach me to French kiss. She taught me how, and man did my body have a reaction to that. The whole time we did that, and anytime after we did that, I had a raging boner. This is pretty normal for a boy going through puberty, but man were we moving quick. Obviously, I did not see this at the time because I was ignorant. After we finished up kissing each other, we decided to take a walk around the stadium walls. We picked up sticks and rocks and were throwing them, just being kids. But when we were at a certain part of the wall I swung my hand to the right in order to stop Gabby so she could see the cool rock I had seen. When I swung my hand, it full on cupped her left breast. I didn't do it intentionally, but man did I get as red as a beet and apologize profusely. She gave me a confused look and said, "You don't need to apologize. These are yours after all. Since I'm yours, they are too." I was stunned with a dumb ass look on my face, so to get the point across she grabbed my hands and put them on her breasts. I was absolutely in amazement. They were so soft, squishy, and warm. But I took my hands away, and asked her if she was really sure about this. She told me she was because she was mine.