Читать книгу Forbidden Graces, Book One: Beginnings - Carol Inc. Bridges - Страница 27

Keara understood Roan’s feelings for Yaro, as she had experienced something very similar in her youth. About the age of twelve, just when her body was changing, hormones kicking in, breasts and body hair growing, questions multiplying, a new girl moved down the street.

Ohdonna came over one day explaining how she thought they should ride their bikes together to school since they were both going there anyway, and said she would like to leave about 7:30am. Keara agreed and they began riding the “scenic route” as Ohdonna called it. It took longer, but the scenery was definitely better. The roads were flat, but on each side there were oaks with moss hanging from their limbs.

It was not too hot in the early hours and not having to hurry was definitely supreme. After a few months of cycling together, the two were fast friends. One morning, the temperature was above normal and Ohdonna suggested they stop near the creek and just splash around for a few minutes. There usually was 15 minutes to spare, so Keara agreed.

They hid their bikes in the weeds and romped down to creekside. Ohdonna pitched her shoes aside and got right in. “This is great, Keara, hurry.” Keara quickly untied her laces and set the shoes with socks inside next to a specific rock. In case they walked the creek a bit, she would be able to find them again.

The water, indeed, felt delicious. It happened so suddenly. Ohdonna kissed her. Then she kissed Ohdonna. They giggled. Ohdonna splashed her. Keara reached down to fill her hands with water. Ohdonna grabbed her and they both fell into the stream. “Oh no!“ They both realized with wet clothes they would be in trouble and at the same time, neither wanted to stop the play.

“Let’s kiss some more,” said Ohdonna, and before Keara had time to think it over, they were embracing with the full thrust of newly discovered hormone rushes. No schooling was ever going to compare to this. Keara, having forgotten everything she knew about life as a child was overcome with passion.

Bicycles, books, schools, parents, rules, time schedules, shoes, socks, all were washed away in the stream of new consciousness. Womanhood was born that day. Ohdonna suggested they take off their wet clothes and lay them in the sun to dry. They could crouch down behind the weeds and not be seen. It was the only choice.

They chose the best spot for comfort and safety and snuggled into each other. “Let’s always be friends,” said Keara.

“I don’t know if we can, Keara. I mean we are both girls and people might disapprove. I mean, you know, if we are more-than-friends. Keara could see the problem, but wanted it solved.

“We could form a club and have meetings. Creek Guardians. How about that? We would have to come here, get wet, check in on all the fish and creatures. Make sure everything is as it should be.”

Ohdonna laughed, “That’s a wonderful idea. We’ll do it. You can be president. We won’t have any other members. We will have meetings every Thursday after school. Right here. Deal?”

“Deal.”

And they kissed again as the sun dried their clothing and the shoes waited patiently, in no hurry to go anywhere at all.