Yogurt And Dimples

Where it all began

When the hottie of your school sat on her knee, tempting you while fingers fiddling with the zipper of your jeans, you did what every other jock would do; smacked her square in the face and blamed it on a mosquito.

Wait, let me rephrase that. What every jock with a problem like me would do.

So the hottie, which I think was hot for real, palmed her red face with a scowl. In return, I gave her my most sincere sorry smile.

"I swear there was a bug on your face." I held up a surrendering hand.

While she muttered incoherent words I assumed as explicit swearing inappropriate for PG13, she grabbed her purse and marched towards the exit. "You know what, Val. You could've just said no!" She spat, handling the door roughly but failing to open it.

I cleared my throat.

She pulled a face. "Don't bother to apologise!"

"Actually, you need to push, not pull, " I told the angry girl. Like a shot, her mouth hung open, and a heavier glare cut through the air heading towards me. But I shrugged it off.

The poor door frame shuddered after she closed it with the added force for extra drama. I, however, fell back onto my couch with a sigh.

"There goes another one, " I mumbled to myself.

The blondie was not the first who tried to get into my pants. Since puberty hit me, lots of them kept coming. If I claimed not having any effect from the intimacy, my hardness would call me a big fat liar. But what I wouldn't say I liked thinking was yoghurt. My own 'product' resembled the evil thing so I couldn't stand the thought of it.

Let me take you back to 2006 where it all began.

"Hurry up, mommy. We'll be late." I urged, putting both arms around my chest as I waited for my mother at the threshold.

Mr Gummy had invited us to his daughter's 3rd birthday party and the one they threw last year was amazing, so I was excited to go. The man owned a sweet factory, so they had a whole jumpy jungle built with candies inside. I wasn't allowed to eat the candies, but I still had so much fun!

"Okay, okay... I'm done, " my mother said for the third time. Knowing her, it took a few times of those words before it was the real thing. She stopped when she reached a mirror next to the door, and I knew she was having second thoughts about her dress again.

Looking at the clock, the party had started 5 minutes ago. I gathered my smile and called her. "You look pretty, mommy!"

She turned sheepishly, which I instantly grin to boost her confidence. "You think so, sweetheart?" She asked.

"Yes, mommy, the prettiest." I bobbed my head with enthusiasm. But I wasn't lying; my mother was the most beautiful woman in my 5-year-old eyes.

"Aww... Okay let's go, " she replied, finishing with a broad smile, sunshine seeping into her angelic face.

She locked the door and grabbed my hand, putting a kiss on my cheek, "I wish your dad would say that some time."

I frowned slightly at the thought of my father. But I didn't want to ruin my day and set him aside.

Mr Gummy's house was only a few blocks away, so we walked. I hugged the present I bought for Bella, my mother helped me pick it at the toy store. At my exuberant age, thinking about the little girl tickled me to smile. When I saw her standing at her door, I ran to her. She smiled, a dimple appearing on each side of her pink cheeks.

"This is for you, Bella." I handed over the gift. Her tiny frame disappeared while handling it.

Her mother crouched down and took it from her, not before tousling my hair lightly. "Aww... you're so sweet. Come, let's go to the backyard."