The Story of Tina and I (Pt 3)

One Friday there was a guy’s beauty pageant at my school called Mr. Union.  I invited Chris to come.  He agreed and we went together.  Let me tell you, it was one of the funniest things ever.  Before it even started, my friend Jessie came up to us, sat on my lap and said, “I want to marry her!”  Then she looked at us and said, “Naw, I’d rather come to your guys’.  I want to be the flower girl.”  It was one of the funniest things ever.  Finally, the pageant began.  One song came on as they introduced someone and it had the words, “How wonderful you look tonight” in it.  Chris knew the song, pulled me close and sang the words into my ear.  It sent shivers up and down my spine.  During the show, when he got bored, he kissed my neck and my cheeks.  I asked him, “Are you drunk?”1

He smiled and kissed me quickly and said, “Yeah, drunk on love.”  It sent my heart ablaze.  I knew I was in love.2

After the pageant, I led him to an area where I knew we’d have a little bit of privacy.  I leaned against the wall and I gave him a seductive expression.  He took the bait and embraced me.  He kissed me with such passion; I felt my knees get weak.  There was one time where I almost lost my balance and I broke the kiss laughing.  I got better footing and I said, “Ok, now where were we?” and he kissed me again.  He placed his hand on the back of my neck and then down to my butt.  He pulled me closer to him and I pressed my body against his.  We were kissing for long, I had to break it to catch my breath.  I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes.  I opened them to see Chris looking at me with his gorgeous blue eyes.  He pulled me up back to him and kissed me again.  I didn’t allow it to last too long because we had to get to my house and had to get him home.  I broke it after a few minutes and we began to walk, hand in hand.  At one point he stopped me and said, “You’re so irresistible.” And pulled me into another breathtaking, passionate kiss.  We walked a little ways while kissing, but only to where I almost tripped.  We laughed and continued back to my house.  On the way to his house, he held my hand and I kissed his check.  He kissed mine in return, but you could tell he was a little uneasy with my mom in the car.3

A few weekends, actually about a week or two before he broke up with me, later, he came over.  I had a blanket for us for two reasons.  A little privacy, and I was cold.  For about 15 minutes my mom was in the room with us doing something on the computer so the only thing we did was kiss.  But once my mom left, that’s when things began to change.  He wanted to touch me.  I allowed him to touch my chest, clothed and bare.  He wanted me to touch his bottom since I wanted to know the feeling and my nickname back then was “Federal Booty Inspector”, compliments to my friend Maleah aka Scooby.  So I did, and we just became closer.  He kissed me on my neck, cheek, lips, and then made his way down to my chest.  At one point, we got so lost in the moment, I felt a little warning sign go off in my head.  I caught him and myself undoing each other’s clothes.  We got so lost in the moment, we didn’t know what we were doing.  Yes, we discussed sex earlier that week, but we wanted to wait.  He must have had a warning sign too, because we broke the kiss at the same time and we suddenly felt a little ashamed of ourselves.  Luckily, my mom had left about an hour earlier.  We redid what each other had undone.  The only thing that he and I both wanted to leave undone was my bra.  I’ll admit, I liked it when he touched me in the places he did.  I wouldn’t let him touch me in between my legs, because that was beyond our comfort zone.  (Which makes no sense since we almost went all the way just then.)  We still kissed, but we paid more attention to how far we were letting ourselves go.  Finally, it was time for him to go home and at that time my friend Emma arrived unannounced.  Chris and I got up, but I stopped him.  I pulled on his back pockets and he turned around.  I kissed him and he returned the kiss.  I broke it a few seconds later and said, “Well, I had fun.”  My voice was low and seductive and he put on a sexy smile.  “Me too.”  On the way to his house, he kissed me once more.4

Ok, I know you are thinking, “Most of this seemed in lust.”  That’s only because I didn’t write any of the conversations down.  They are more private than the actions are, but you deserve to know what we did talk.  We barely saw each other.  We saw each other once a week, twice if we were lucky.  We went to different schools and we were both busy.  I’m thinking that’s why we also broke up.  No time.5

There was another time we went out but, well, it didn’t seem like we were dating.  We started going back out during the summer at Summer Camp for Ventures.  We didn’t do much or anything.  We talked while I was away at Drum Major camp the following week and after I returned.  Then he broke up with me a week after I got home from Drum Major camp.  The reasons for both times were stupid.  The first was that he didn’t know what love was and we made better friends and the other was that he didn’t want another intimate relationship with me again because he said he “knew” it would go wrong like last time.6

I know he’s my ex.  But I do tend to miss him.  It doesn’t help that I see him every Wednesday, but I’ll get over it. 7