Just a wee while before Lucia, for some reason I can't remember now, sometime during easter 1995 I went to my old school - the one where I spent a whole year doing my damndest to fail ninth grade. Maybe I went to there to see someone's grades, but whatever the reason, I ran across this girl - I'm going to call her 'Mary Moon' from now on - and I'd known her from the previous year. I'm guessing she was maybe a year below us, but for some unfathomable reason, she and a friend of hers - and they were both very pretty girls at that - they had some sort of infatuation for me, which I feltt incredibly strange, and at the time, also quite annoying. They were indeed younger than us, and I saw them as no more than tiny children who were more of an unwelcome nuisance than anything else. And when we met by chance that day, somehow I ended up with her phone number and she with mine. But not before she made sure to tell me exactly what she'd gotten up the summer before - she'd lost her virginity, apparently with a cousin, and that gave her a huge edge over me. I mean, I'd never even kissed a girl before, let alone imagine that I one day would be having sex with someone.
Soon we'd start metting up, either to go to the beach or to go for a walk, and during one of those outings we'd start kissing. I have no idea what I expected kissing to be like, what with the tongues, and the saliva, but though we kissed a whole lot, I don't think we were paticularly good at it - I think I took many years to get good at it, really. But more than just the kissing, 'Mary Moon', and for the furation of the time we went out together - which was just a few weeks, really - she kept on telling me how much she wanted to fuck me. And those, ladies and gentlemen, I kid you not - those were her actual words. And she told me exactly that every single time we went out together. Now, naturally, nothing of that sort ever happened between us - I could never actually keep from seeing her as just a chilld. It wasn't just the age thing, it was also how tiny she was next to me.
I also realized quite early that whatever this thhing happening between us was, us being together wasn't her ultimate endgame - she apparently had her eyes on another guy, and as I remember it he might've either around my age or the same age as me, but he was already addicted to drugs, and she thought she could somehow save this kid from whatever troubles he had. The last couple of interactions we ever had was she leaving a note for me in my mailbox, saying that her junkie friend had overdosed, and then, not having seen her for a while, I came across her and some other guy in a bus, and I felt so.... I don't know... ashamed? uneased? Whatever it was I felt, I pretended I didn't know her.
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