Posted by marko on 12/16/2006, 9:17 am she explained to me “this is sex” later we went inside i pulled my white t-shirt up to wipe the guilt away i tugged my shirt off & bundled it up a couple years ago i was dating a woman
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she was a year older—seven to my six i think
with cornsilk hair, toothy grin & long skinny legs
we were hunched behind the hedges that surrounded her house
without a trace of shyness or self consciousness
she yanked her shorts down
to give me my first look at what the other half had to offer
a month or two earlier i'd gotten chewed out
for showing my underwear to a couple neighborhood girls
so i figured this could only mean trouble
& slipped a finger up inside herself
it didn't seem like much of big of a deal
certainly nothing to get excited about
maybe i was missing the point of the whole exercise
it wouldn't be the first or last time
& she disappeared into her parent's bedroom
returning with a tube of her mother's bright red lipstick
she applied it carefully
then to my surprise & shock, began kissing me
leaving lipstick traces all over my face
she said this was sex also
but found to my horror lipstick smeared all over the front
solid evidence that i'd had sex
scared to death of the consequences
i ran bare-chested across the street
snuck in the back screen door as quietly as possible
& dashed up to my room
i slipped my t-shirt in between the mattress & springs
praying it wouldn't be found
& i wouldn't have to explain my first time
& in the light of the television in her bedroom
she slid my pants down to find she had my full attention
she knelt on the floor, then she reached over
to take something off the bed stand
she twisted the lipstick slowly, methodically painting her lips
before taking me into her mouth
i later thought of telling her this story
but decided against it
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