Our beds were only a few feet apart, but for one reason or a..
Added 2021-02-26 15:14:13 +0000 UTCOur beds were only a few feet apart, but for one reason or another we never left them.
But just because we didn't touch, didn't mean we didn't talk. She asked how far I'd gone, and I told her about making out with Kate in the bathroom where she let me finger her before we got scared of getting caught. Jessica let me feel her up when I gave her a back rub once, and she told me if I was a year older she'd fuck me.
She confessed that once on vacation, she took a shower with her cousin and he got hard. They kissed and touched but never went further. And one time, at camp, she went to give a blowjob only to have the guy come the second she touched him with her lips.
Our hands moved under the blankets as we talked, and we stared at one another in the dark, both of us mesmerized by what we didn't know.
When she handed me the Polaroid, her hands shook.
"I'll take a picture under the blanket for you, if you take one for me."
For years, I kept her sticky fingers hidden in a cigar box on the shelf. Every once in a while, I take it out and remember her lifting the blanket and giving me a glimpse of heaven.
Once, at dinner, years later, she took me to her room and dug through her closet.
"Remember this?" she asked.
