You & Me

"Hurry up, Mom. I don't want to be late to church again!" I yell across the house, hoping my mom would hear me.1

"Alright. Okay. I'm hurrying." She yelled back.2

I stop to look in the mirror. My hair is starting to frizz up a bit, but I know that you won't care. I go into my room and try to apply some make-up to my naked eyes. After I have done that, I grab my purse. "Come on, Mom! I'm ready to go!"3

I watched my mother hastily walk out of the hallway door, and come towards me. She doesn't even know what is going to happen, I think to myself. I don't even know what's going to happen. 4

During the drive there, I ask her what time she had to go to work in the morning. She replied with the answer I knew was coming. 6:30 AM sharp.5

When we pull into the church parking lot, I see you. You look so handsome with your wide shoulders, muscular arms, tall body, and your beautiful curly hair that I simply adore. I turn to Mom and say, "Remember, Mom, that I'm going over to Izzy's house this afternoon. Don't worry about coming to pick me up, his parents will drive me out to the house." I lied.6

I hop out of the car feeling a bit hyper. I walk over to you, and before we exchange words, you wrap your arms around me tight and hold on for what seems an hour. Finally you let go, and ask "So, do you want to go to church, or skip out?"7

Teasingly, I answer "Church, you silly kid."8

Your brow frumples up, and for a moment you appear frustrated. I look around nervously, knowing that I must have said the wrong thing. You return my stare with a nice smile that reassures me. Man, oh man. I love your smile. Your teeth are so white and straight. You melt me everytime you do that, and you know it.9

"Wanna smoke?" You ask.10

"Yea, I'm feeling up for it."11

I pull my lighter out of my purse, and proceed to try to light my cigarette. The wind blows it out, and I try again. This time you cup your hands around the flame, and it lights. 12

We stand out there and talk about the last few days, and school, and friends. My cigarette dwindles down, and I toss it on the ground. You toss yours in the bushes nearby.13

We walk down the hall that leads to the youth room silently. I smell the faint scent of smoke. Charity passes by, and says, "Hey Tina & Izzy! How are you guys today?" I smile back at her, and say "Just fine. Yourself?" But she didn't hear me. I hear you behind me, breathing into my ear. I keep walking and before I know it, we are in the youth room. I look around for someone else, like Callie or Steph, but neither are to be found. I turn back to you, and say "Is skipping still an option?"14

Your face turns into a smile, and you slip your hand into mine. We walk back the way we came down the small hallway, and out the door, into the church parking lot. Your paint job deprived '69 Camaro stands out, being the only one that looks like it's been through hell. You unlock the doors, and I ease myself down into the plush leathery seat. You turn to me and smile. "I'm glad we don't have to go to church. I'm not sure that I would've been able to stay awake."15

You crank the car, and pull out of the parking lot undetected. Your hand is resting on the arm rest, so I slide my hand in yours. We finally get to your house, after what seems ages. We slink inside the house, but your stepmom is still there. "Hey Izzy! I see you have company! Who is it?" 16

I reach out my hand, and say "Hey, I'm Tina. Nice to meet you."17

She returned it with a weak grasp and a fake smile. I had a feeling that we weren't going to get along. We walk down the hall, and I see your door. It has a Led-Zeppelin poster on it, with a few pictures of you and me around it. You open the door and let me walk inside first. All at once, the smell of incense and a faint smell of cannibus burns my nose. I laugh out loud, thinking about the last time we smoked pot together. I hear some Pink Floyd playing on your cd player. I walk over to it, and turn it up quite a bit. "Been smoking lately have we?"18

A small grin makes its way onto your face. You turn around and slowly close the door. I cannot wait any longer, so I wrap my arms around your back, and I kiss you. Your tongue plays with my lower lip, until I give in and we both know that it isn't going to be much longer before we give in to temptation. You place your hands on my lower back, and then slide them down to where they are resting on my hips. We make our way over to the bed, and you get on top. This is the part where we usually stop, where we usually give in and say no, but you pull off my shirt and I slide my hands under yours, over your back. You pull back from our embrace, and pull it off. You return and start kissing me slowly, rubbing your hands across my breasts. I put my hand on your lower back, bringing you even closer to me. I can feel your growing erection through your pants. I feel satisfied, knowing I can turn you on. I unbutton your jeans and unzip them. You help, and pull them off and toss them onto the floor by the bed. You start to kiss down my body starting with my neck. It makes me tremble. I think to myself, this is going to be good, but it is gonna hurt like hell. I come back from my thoughts to you gently nibbling on my nipple. I let out a low moan, and you start kissing me again. I feel you pull my blue g-string off and toss it aside.19

--STiLL WORKiNG ON iT--20