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and downed it quickly.
"'Do you want me to put away your albums?"
"No, that's all right. Relax." he said, patting the space beside him. I sat, and he reached up to touch my shoulder. "Looking at you already takes the pain away."
"Sure it does," I said, smiling at him
skeptically.
"Kissing you does for sure," he followed. He fixed his eyes on mine, and I smiled and leaned down to kiss him again. It was a longer kiss, his arms around me, holding me until I sprawled out beside him and he kissed me on the cheek, ran his fingers through my hair, and then turned my face to kiss me again. He lowered his chin to my breasts and moved over them, gently caressing them with his cheek. It clamped a surge of warmth over me that brought a small moan from my lips.
Most of the girls my age had done far more with boys and were far more experienced. Of course. I wandered if I had kissed him right, if I should let him touch me as he was touching me, but the excitement and the gentle way he caressed me kept panic and fear deeply buried under my awn fascination with every new feeling.
"If I could keep you here beside me all night, my ankle would be all better in the morning." he whispered.
"Sure. I'm a miracle worker. I have the power in my hands and lips."
"To me you do," he said. He kissed me again, this time with his hands moving over my breasts. I started to pull away, but he fell back instead and smiled. "Wow. I'm feeling the pill already," he said. "Do me a favor. Take off the shoe on my left foot. And the sock."
I did so quickly. He sat up and raised his arms,
"My shirt," he said.
I helped him lift it off his body. He undid the buckle of his belt. "I'll sleep in my underwear tonight." he said. "Tug away,"
I had come over to study history, and I was about to help him take off his pants? My moment of hesitation made him laugh.
"It's just like looking at someone in a bathing suit." he said.
I shook my head but did it Then I folded them and put them on a hanger for him. I did the same with his shirt.
"Thanks," he said, shifting under his blanket.
We heard the taxi driver sounding the horn,
"It's all paid for. You don't have to leave him a tip or anything."
"Are you all right?"
"Yes. I am now." he said, smiling with his eyes closed. "I'm just going to lie here and dream about you."
It brought a smile to my face. I thought for a moment, and then I leaned over and kissed him.
"Did I turn into a frog," he muttered, "or a prince?"
"A little boy," I replied, and he laughed. He kept his eyes closed.
"Put out the light, please," he said.
I gathered up my books, snapped off his lights, looked back at him, and said goad night. He barely whispered a reply. I hurried out to the front door, feeling as if I was walking on a bed of marshmallows. Then I slipped out quietly and hurried to the waiting taxi. As we pulled away, I gazed back at the house. wishing I could have done just what he dreamed of me doing: slipping in beside him and lying with him all night,
.
Mommy and Daddy were sitting in the kitchen having tea when I arrived. They both looked up expectantly, neither looking upset but both looking curious, even a bit amused.
"A boy sent a taxi for you to help him study?" Daddy asked without saying hello.
"You read my note, didn't you. Mommy?"
"Yes, honey."
"Sprained his ankle," Daddy said. 'I have heard of many different ways to get a young woman to your house. Men used to say. 'Come up and look at my paintings.'"
They both laughed.
"He really did sprain his ankle! He's a baseball player, and he slid into third trying to turn a double into a triple," I fired back at them.
"Oh." Daddy said. "That's different. So you got in some real studying, then?" he asked, still with a coy, impish smile around his lips.
"Yes, we did."
"No paintings?" Daddy asked. teasing.
The fury left my face and I smiled at him. "No, not paintings, but lots of old baseball cards."
"Baseball cards? Now that is really a new one. I can see bubble gum, but the cards?"
"They are very