He was the cutest boy. omg.
His smile killed me every time. His teeth always clean, his breath fresh, his eyes bright. He wasn't all prep, but he didn't wear crappy ill-fitting clothes. He looked good, plain and simple.
We always hung out after school, I was in no hurry to get home and he was always working on something. We were in Drama together.
We were doing The Pajama Game that year, he was Sid...I was Gladys. I once did a post-rehearsal version of "Steam Heat" that was talked about until way after my graduation (heehee)
It was my sophomore year, he was a junior and we stayed after everyone else had left. We sat, we talked, joked, I would listen to anything he had to say.
This one time, I was standing over by the curtains and we were both in a funny mood. He laughed a most beautiful laugh...I don't remember what I had said, but it wasn't intentional so I slunk back into the fold of the curtain. He took the edges of it and closed it around me. Then he'd open it to his smile. The closed again. I don't think he realized he was brushing my breasts each time he did it. I was out of my tree.
Then he did it. He opened the folds of the curtain but he was much closer. He smiled...all my nervousness was gone. He leaned in. I swallowed. His soft lips rested on mine...still...waiting... as I melted to him. Then he pressed them. So soft on me, his body just brushing mine. No pressure, nothing forced, there was no feeling other than that kiss. The soft sound of his breathing. I'm sure I whimpered.
Oh, that kiss. His patience. How he let it lay there..to pick to back up again. I have replayed that moment in my mind countless times over the years.
I will one day forget my own name. But I will never forget that kiss.
