it was hot

it was late Fall

unseasonable

the sidewalk and he were patterned by the movingshadows of bare tree branches overhead

he was walking home for lunch from grade school

his mother seemed distracted when he arriveda quick kiss atop his head she left the kitchen

she had made him lunch

                            a white Wonder bread Cheez Whiz sandwich cup of Campbells tomato soup warm carrot and celery sticks a sweating glass of cold milk above the tableware like an exclamation point

    he wondered if he did something to deserve this

it was Monday

he had been to a birthday party Saturday

a group of the kids snuck off to the basement and played spin the bottle

he kissed pecked Gale Prellberg

Jannet Zipparo spun and when she went to kiss him she openmouth kissed himtook his breath away  slowlysitting back she said  That’s called a French kiss.

he was looking down her blouse

                                    she had cleavage

because Jannet was chubby

 

he wondered if Jannets mother called his mother

 

 

years later he walking on the same sidewalk under the same trees along Belle Plaine Avenue a block behind Gale

       she was something to behold from behind

she crossed Greenwood Avenue went right

                                                he knew her house was second from the corner

he lost sight of her

as he crossed Greenwood he saw that she was standing on her front porch

                                                                    Comere!

he came

            as he walked up toward her house trying hard not to be too obviousglancing at her perky big tits

they jutted

             they were incomparable

perky

       and big

howd she pull that off

Follow me.

he had been

Okay

she lead him up a narrow sidewalk along the side of the house into the backyard and to a dilapidated leaning garage off the graveled alleyway

the door to it was swung in and open  it wouldnt close

inside was a two door turquoise Studebaker sedan on concrete blocks

Nineteenfiftynine.

Cool

she opened the passenger side door

appeared she was going to get in

she pausedplaced a foot on the door sill turned her back was to the door

                                                                               Do you remember that birthday party we were at where we went down into the basement and played spin the bottle?

I do

    I was a little jealous I didn’t get to French kiss you.

I didnt know you want to kiss me

 

Do you remember that party a year, year and a half ago maybe longer, where we went into the closet, we were playing Seven Minutes in Heaven?

Ohyes   Yes I do

Weah . . ah . felt each other up.

They opened the door early on us

                                          I walked out backwards

she laughed had sensational dimples

                                                Yes.

I saw you walking home behind me.

Yes

Were you following me?

Yes

I thought so.

                 And thinking I thought about our interrupted seven minutes.

Yes he wasnt sure he was breathing any more

    I thought . . . we should have our time.

she stepped off the sill sprung the back of the passenger seat forward and went head first into the backseat

her skirt rode up

she wasnt wearing panties

 

soon he wasnt either

                            hed say

but he wasnt one to kiss and tell

 

    he would say  torrid            

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