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Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.

Chapter 2

The three of us had grown up together—a couple of dock rats and the homecoming queen—an unlikely threesome if there ever was one. Karyn was from an esteemed, respected family who lived high up on the hill, way past my grandparents’ house. Shane and I were born and raised on boats, sons of the sons of fishermen. When we were only kids, no one seemed to pay us any attention, nor did we seem to care if they did. But as we grew into adolescence and were seen doing everything together, people started talking. “That sweet young thing, always surrounded by those boys. She’s developing into such a beautiful young lady. She shouldn’t be spending all her time with those boys from the docks. It’s not right.”

We were certainly not the type of young men an outstanding family like Karyn’s wanted to have courting their only daughter. But all the fuss was in a world we could care less about—an adult world miles from our own.

Weekends were heaven. Exploring the sights and sounds of Seattle, we roamed the open-air markets of the waterfront. For as long as each of us could remember, we had been inseparable. In our youthful innocence, we thought nothing would ever change that—until gangs of raging hormones made their way into our young bodies. Before we knew it, they started dominating our world. It was only a matter of time before either Shane or I would get the girl—one of us tasting the sweet nectars of love; the other left alone to discover just how important a young man’s right hand really is.

We’d all been clamming in the flats during one of the lowest tides of the summer. The late summer afternoon was hot. By the time we’d filled our buckets, we were a mess. The ensuing mud fight was inevitable. By the time it was over, we were covered in sticky black goo from head to toe.

Laughing hysterically, we trudged back towards the shoreline through the ankle-deep muck. Shane’s mom drove by just as we reached the road. She shook her head at the three of us, but smiled. She needed Shane’s help with something, so he climbed into the back of their pickup, leaving Karyn and me alone.

“My house is closer than your boat,” Karyn said. “This mud is starting to dry, so let’s go there and clean up.”

“Your parents will kill us if they see us like this,” I said, holding out my arms for emphasis.

“We can sneak in the back gate and use the pool house.”

When we got to her house, we crossed the densely landscaped back- yard to the far side of the pool. We rinsed off with the garden hose so we wouldn’t track mud all over the place, but our clothes were still a dripping mess.

“Here!” Karyn said, tossing me one of the two big beach towels she’d snagged from just inside the pool house door. “Wrap up in this, and leave your clothes out here.”

“I’m good,” I said, as I finished rinsing off.

“I want to shampoo this stuff out of my hair, and you should, too,” she insisted, turning her back and pulling off her top. She wrapped a towel around her waist before maneuvering her pants and panties down to her ankles. Her little wiggling motion froze me in my tracks. Turning around, she gave me a mischievous smile that set my loins on fire—an uncontrollable erection instantly on its way. When you’re my age, if the wind blows hard enough, you get a hard-on. Seeing her undress right there in front of me was way too much.

“Are you coming?” she whispered softly, stepping out of her panties and sliding past me.

Embarrassed, I didn’t know what to do. So I just stood there, frozen in place like an idiot, trying to hide a full hard-on. Glancing over her shoulder—seeing the bulge under my towel—she smiled again before disappearing into the pool house. A few seconds later, I heard the shower running. I could see her silhouette through the bathroom window as it started to steam up. The images of Karyn naked in the shower just a few feet away drove me crazy. I couldn’t help it. I reached down and came within seconds after touching myself.

I was sitting on the padded wicker couch, still in my wet trunks with the beach towel securely draped over my lap, when Karyn came out of the shower, her skin glowing. A towel was wrapped around her, tucked in just under her arms to cover her breasts but barely covering her thighs. Her head was tilted to one side, and she was wringing her hair. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. The sun had dropped down, just tipping the top of the trees surrounding the pool. Light reflecting off the water shone through the windows, bathing the room with soft, golden light … the beginning of an incredible summer sunset.

She sat down next to me. I couldn’t look her in the eye. I was completely overwhelmed by her presence. We sat there, neither of us saying a word. Finally, as she finished towel drying her hair, she leaned over and gently brushed the corner of my mouth with her lips. I couldn’t move. She lingered there, her face just inches from mine. Reaching over, she touched my cheek and tilted my head up so our eyes met. I saw the smile inside her eyes radiating life. Barely letting her lips touch mine, she kissed me again.

This was the first time I’d been kissed by a girl. And this wasn’t just any girl—it was Karyn. I could feel her sweet warm breath on my face. The world began to melt away, leaving only the universe within our souls. Our bodies quivered as our lips met again, but this time she pressed down hard enough to force my lips apart. Her tongue slipped inside my mouth, sending a new wave of chills down my spine. Closing my eyes, I surrendered to exquisite sensations—her soft lips, her warm mouth and gentle touch, her fingers around the back of my neck.

As our kisses grew more passionate, our bodies hungered for more. She pulled me closer, pressing our mouths together even harder. Arching her head back, she gasped for breath. My lips slid down her neck, soaking up her skin in a never-ending series of kisses. Her towel had loosened. Holding my head with both hands, she gently guided my lips toward her young breasts. I could feel her heart pounding under her soft velvet skin. Her palms covered my ears, muffling all sound; her fingers clutched my hair, controlling my every move. Slowly guiding me across her chest, she kept my lips just inches above her breasts. With every breath, her chest swelled and her nipples rose, barely grazing my tongue. Finally, she lowered my head allowing my aching lips to make contact with her nipples. She moaned and then pulled my head away, holding me there, just inches from her heart. Then slowly, she lowered my head again. I ran my tongue along the underside of her pure white breasts. Her heart was pounding. She guided my mouth back to her perfect nipples that hardened as my kisses turned into suckling.

“Oh, God,” she whispered, “that feels so good.” Suddenly she pulled my head up. Biting my ear, she moaned, “Make love to me, please. I want you inside me so much it hurts.” We both were breathing in short gasps, our hearts pounding. “Please,” she pleaded. “Please.” Her towel fell completely open, revealing the soft tuft of her light-blonde pubic hair.

Spreading her legs, she took my hand and guided it toward her young vagina. It was warm and moist. My fingers slid inside her effortlessly.

“Oh, God,” she whispered breathlessly. “Kiss me there,” she pleaded between moans, pushing my head down. Arching her back and bending her knees slightly, she opened her legs a little wider, completely exposing herself. My lips touched her there. Delicate juices filled my mouth. I’d never tasted anything so intoxicating, so sweet. It was incredible.

She tried holding her body perfectly still, but couldn’t restrain herself any longer. Her legs began quivering as her hips slipped into a rhythm of their own. My tongue was barely caressing her when she arched her back, pushing herself harder against my mouth. My tongue slipped inside her. She moaned. I let myself go, becoming one with her pulsating rhythm as she became one with my mouth. My tongue was everywhere. Caressing, sucking, probing.

Suddenly she grabbed my head and cried out, scaring the crap out of me. I froze, thinking I had done something wrong. Her hands became a vice around my head, holding me perfectly still while my mouth covered her womanhood. “Oh, my God! My God! Don’t move!” she commanded.

I couldn’t move if I tried. I was petrified. My mind was searching for answers it couldn’t possible know. Questions swirled around inside my brain. What happened? What did I do wrong? I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I love you.

“Oh, God. Oh, God,” she kept repeating over and over again. Slowly, her hands relaxed around my head. She leaned forward, her lips resting delicately on the top of my head, barely touching my hair. The warmth of her breath sent a new wave of chills down my spine. I didn’t have a clue what had just happened, but was still too afraid to move. She held me perfectly still, trying to catch her breath. I’d been kneeling on the floor between her legs. Slowly, she slid down off the couch and slid underneath me. I was still rock hard, but moments after her mouth found my penis, it exploded. She continued sucking while I came. The next thing I knew she was on her knees, straddling me. I was still hard. Effortlessly, she guided me inside her, lowering herself down until she completely engulfed me. We both stopped breathing. When our eyes met, I saw a tear running down her cheek.

“I love you,” she whispered. “I love you so much. I’ve dreamed about this moment for so long.” She leaned over, and we kissed—a deep, slow kiss, growing in intensity. I could feel her pulse beating along the full length of my penis. Her quick, intense squeezes started our bodies moving again. She pushed herself up off my chest, her beautiful breasts pure white against her golden tan, her nipples firm and tight. I arched up to kiss them.

She moaned again. Her hips started undulating, faster and faster. “Oh, God, I’m going to come again!” she screamed. Her head flew back, and she closed her eyes, breathing hard. I could feel every one of her contractions. Her orgasm mushroomed around my penis. Her legs quivered. Her entire body pulsed with passion. Beads of perspiration glistened off her body. Eventually, she eased off me, rolling over and sliding onto her stomach. Then she whispered, “I want to feel you come again.” Spreading her legs and arching her smooth white body off the carpet, she presented herself to me. I slid effortlessly back inside her from behind. “Oh, my God. That feels so good,” she moaned.

Her beautiful body was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen; her rich golden tan highlighted the places where the sun couldn’t reach—the secret, sacred places she’d kept hidden from the world—until now. Her beautiful flaxen hair, still wet from her shower, lay tangled across her back. Her soft moans, the heat radiating off her body, her taste, and the delicious sweetness of her completely overwhelmed me as we moved in perfect harmony. The feeling of being inside her from behind was so different from having her on top of me. For the first time since she’d kissed me, I started to feel a sense of control over what was happening. Having already come twice, I wanted this moment to last forever. Whenever I’d feel myself starting to come, I’d slowly pull myself almost all the way out, leaving just the tip of my penis touching the inside of her lips. She hesitated for a moment and then pushed backwards, forcing herself against me, surrounding me with pulsating warmth, passion and pressure.

“Don’t tease me,” she pleaded, shaking her hair. “Don’t tease me like that. I’ve wanted you inside me for so long. Please don’t stop. Don’t ever stop loving me.”

I surrendered, pushing into her as deeply as I could. Looking down, I could see her vaginal lips, swollen and crimson. My penis glistened from her moisture as it slid in and out of heaven. The feelings were unbelievable. After awhile, I could feel my entire body getting ready to explode again. “I’m going to come!” I screamed.

Her body responded instantly, tightening around me, demanding. We came together in perfect unison. I collapsed next to her and rolled onto my side, still inside her. My arms were around her chest, as if holding onto life itself. Our bodies, a perfect fit, were locked together in total bliss. She held me inside her, her heartbeat surrounding my every nerve.

We lay together, slipping into eternity—breathless, exhausted, bathing in the afterglow that only love can give. The sun had dipped below the horizon. The room was all dark, yet a light still shone in her eyes.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you, too, Karyn. More than anything in the world.”

“I know,” she said, nestling her head into my chest. “I know you do.”

I could have died right there, and my life would have been perfect. I didn’t know that such feelings of absolute peace and contentment existed. Lying together, holding each other, the world could have come to an end, and we wouldn’t have cared. Neither of us uttered another sound for the longest time. Nothing needed to be said. Our young bodies, our brave hearts, our innocent souls, said it all, celebrating in the pure essence of love. We’d been best friends since we could remember, and now we’d crossed a threshold into a new world.

Lying there, I knew that for as long as I lived, I’d never forget a single moment of what we’d just shared … the way she looked coming out of the shower … her radiant skin, glowing, wet from the hot water … her beautiful hair rolled up in a loose bun. And that look in her eyes—a look I’d never seen until that night. The look of love … the look of a woman in love. Gone was the girl I’d known all my life. Gone was the boy I’d been until that moment.

The soft light of the moon poured into the room and covered us with a blanket of warmth, protecting us from the world outside. I chuckled, thinking how perfect it was, when only hours before we’d been in an all out mud ball war in the tidal flats. I had no idea anyone could feel like this, that two people could make each other feel this way. I lay there wondering, thinking, Why me? Why am I the luckiest person in the world? I don’t know if she sensed it or if the thoughts actually escaped my lips, but she knew what I was thinking. She lifted her head to look at me. She smiled, and the room lit up around her.

“What?” I asked.

“Didn’t see this coming, did you?” she asked, smiling at our entwined bodies. Her voice had a new tone to it—something strong and permanent, a knowledge and depth I’d never heard before.

“No, I didn’t,” I answered honestly. “I’m still half afraid I’m just dreaming.”

“Oh, trust me,” she said, her smile broadening, “you’re not dreaming.” Her kiss sent chills down my spine again.

“Why me?” This time I heard the words come out.

She waited a long time before answering. I didn’t care. I could have lain there with her forever. “I’ve seen you checkin’ me out. Looking when you thought I couldn’t see you. Glancing at my breasts or looking at my butt when I bend over.”

I wouldn’t have dreamed it possible to feel embarrassed after what we’d just shared, but I did. “It’s okay,” she said reassuringly, gently brushing my hair back. “I like it when you look at me like that.”

“You’re so beautiful. I can’t help it.” I was still embarrassed and couldn’t look her in the eye.

“But you never tried anything,” she said. “You never once even tried to kiss me. Not once.”

I didn’t say anything, but God knows I’d dreamed about kissing her. A thousand nights I’d lay awake thinking about her, unable to sleep. I loved her gentle way with people and her quick wit. I thought about her golden hair, her incredible eyes—oh, God, I loved her eyes—her radiant smile, and her perfect body—those incredible breasts that had blossomed right before my eyes. Catching a glimpse of white under her blouse or seeing the outline of her panties through her shorts made me crazy. She was all I thought about whenever I played with myself before going to sleep. But she was right—I’d never uttered a word to her about the way I felt. Even if I had the balls to tell her, I wouldn’t have known what to say. So I’d just kept my mouth shut.

“I knew you wanted me,” she continued with intuition beyond her years and way beyond mine. “I could see it in your eyes.” I turned away. “Don’t be embarrassed,” she said, gently pulling me towards her and kissing my forehead. “It’s one of the reasons I love you so much.” She paused, the smile never leaving her eyes. “But you never tried anything. At first I thought maybe it was because you didn’t like me.”

I started to interrupt, but she touched my lips with her finger. I kissed her finger, and for a moment all thought processes came to a halt. She continued, “But then I’d see the way you looked at me, and I knew you felt the same about me as I did about you. After awhile, I realized you were just shy. I thought it was cute. I wanted my first time to be perfect. With you, I knew it would be.”

“This was your first time?” I blurted out without even thinking. She’d been so in control. She’d known exactly what to do. I was shocked. It felt like she’d made love a thousand times. A shadow crossed her face. I felt like an idiot. “I didn’t mean it like that,” I said, trying to apologize. “It’s just that … it’s just that you were so good. I mean you made everything so perfect. I thought, because you seemed to know exactly what to do, that you must have done it before.” My words trailed off limply. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that the way it sounded.”

The smile returned to her eyes “What? You think guys are the only ones who play with themselves?”

“I had no idea … never dreamed that girls jerked off.”

“Trust me,” she added with a coy smile, “maybe not exactly the way you’re thinking, but we do.”

“Unbelievable.”

Laughing out loud, she continued, “If we waited around for you guys to figure out what to do, mankind wouldn’t even be here today. Trust me, we want it as much as you guys do, if not more.” Her hand was inching its way over my stomach. “Here, let me show you.”

Lowering her head, she took me in her mouth again. Time ceased to exist as we made love again. We’d created a universe of our own, wrapping ourselves in a cocoon of love. Our souls were entwined for life. By the time we were beyond exhaustion, it was well after midnight. We kissed each other goodnight for the umpteenth time before she left the pool house and slipped through the back door of her parents’ house. For a few moments, I waited outside the gate to make sure she made it up to her bedroom without waking her parents.

Walking home along the quiet, deserted streets felt more like floating. I don’t think my feet touched the ground once. I was head-over-heels in love. The world around me was in perfect harmony—until I got home and climbed on board. Shane had come over after finishing the chores his mom had for him. He’d fallen asleep on the back deck and awoke a little startled as I sat down across from him.

“Where have you been?” he barked. Looking me over, he immediately knew something was different. “What the hell?” he said gesturing with his chin. I hesitated, not answering him. “You’ve been with Karyn, haven’t you?” he said, an accusing tone in his voice. When I didn’t answer, he snapped, “That little bitch!”

Springing up, I was in his face before he even knew it. “Take that back, you asshole.”

“Easy, Rider!” he said, holding up his hands. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Take it back!” I demanded. “Okay, okay,” he said laughing. “She’s not a bitch.”

I relaxed as I backed away from my friend, but I was still pissed. How could he say that about her?

“You fucked her tonight, didn’t you?” He had no idea what love was. “I knew it!” he said, getting all excited. “I knew it. I could see it the minute you woke me up. You devil,” he continued, “I’ve been trying to get in her pants all summer.”

“You what?” I snapped back at him.

“Relax, cowboy,” he said, holding up his arms innocently. “She wouldn’t have anything to do with me. Managed to kiss her a couple of times, but she wouldn’t even let me get to first base.”

“You kissed her?”

“Don’t look so shocked, amigo,” he said smiling. “She’s hot. Why wouldn’t I give it a shot?”

“You never told me,” I said lamely.

“Why would I?” he said. “Nothing happened. I kissed her a couple of times. No big deal. Tried to get into her panties, but she wouldn’t give it up. Said she was saving herself for the ‘right guy.’” He laughed. “Looks like you’re the lucky one.”

After having just had the most incredible experience of my life, I hated listening to him talk like that. “It wasn’t like that,” I said.

“Then tell me. Was she hot or what?”

“Fuck off!” Now I was pissed. “It wasn’t anything like that.”

“Sex is sex,” he announced. “They’re all tramps.”

“You’re fucked up,” I said. Shane and I had been best friends since we were kids, but this was breaking new ground. A part of him I’d never seen before was coming to the surface, like a really bad zit. “Where do you come up with this crap? I’m tired. I’m going to bed.”

“It’s true. Women are all the same.”

As if you know anything about women. We’d been spending the night on each other’s boats since forever, so having him sleep over was no big deal. But that night, something changed. I felt different about his being there. I wanted to be alone. Actually, I really wanted to be lying next to Karyn. But as I lay there, listening to him doze off and start snoring on the bunk next to mine, I realized our worlds had shifted and would never be the same again.

After our night in the pool house, Karyn and I were inseparable. We did everything we could to keep her parents from finding out about our having sex, but we didn’t fool them for long. Mr. Lake threatened to kill me if I touched his daughter again. It was a scene right out of Hollywood. I ran for my life out of their house with Karyn screaming she loved me, pulling on her father’s shirt and her mom crying hysterically. It would have been comical, except for the fact that Mr. Lake would have killed me had he caught me.

Following that little incident, the Lakes did everything in their power to keep Karyn and me apart. In her sophomore year, they sent her to an all-girls boarding school outside Shaker Heights, Ohio. The day after they dropped her off at the headmaster’s office, she booked a first-class, one-way ticket home using the American Express card they’d given her for emergencies only. They finally gave in, and Mrs. Lake began devoting much of her time to socialite spin control. Perception was everything in her world. They hadn’t wanted us to get married, but were making sure the world they lived in saw our union in the right light.