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Posting Date 2007-08-27 22:37:46
Author hansvluck
Title A Love for Math
Category kissed a boy/girl
Where it happend School
Age then 11
Age now 18
Gender MALE
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A Love for Math

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After my dad got transferred to another state, in while I was in third grade, I went through a period of moving from one school to another, over and over again, during a roundabout process that eventually put me in six schools in five years. During this, period, I made very few friends, but instead left most of my time to reading anything I could get my hands on, especially as I often had several hours to wait before either parent would pick me up for a 45 minute trip home from school. However, in the sixth grade, I finally started making some progress with some of the students in my algebra class as they too stayed after school for basketball practice.

One of these peers was Lana, an eighth-grader who, in my eyes, was the most beautiful girl around. She was athletic, intelligent, popular, sexy, and she even acknowledged me! I knew that I was bound to be noticed just because I was the youngest kid in the class by two years, but I had never expected her attention, and when she started to give it to me, I was flabbergasted. It took me several weeks just to talk to her outside of class, but my natural shyness as the new kid started to wear off eventually, and I began waiting around in the gym after school instead of the library to watch her play. This was relatively easy because I had P.E. At the end of the day and the coach always needed help cleaning up from the day, so by the end of the season in the early spring, I had become a regular sight at the practices and games.

I was still a little sixth grader though, at the bottom of the rung in the middle school (especially since I started late), and she was one of the most popular eighth graders. There was no way that I had a chance with her. So, when she turned around in her desk one day before class and asked if I would be her boyfriend, I was left absolutely speechless. I simply could not say anything, even with the prodding of several other kids around me, and I just sat there blushing quite dramatically until the teacher walked in and began the lesson, taking everyone’s eyes off me.

During lunch that day, I was still thinking about Algebra while I ate, and was thankful when some of my sixth-grade classmates found me and started talking. Eventually, we ended up outside where there were only a few people because of the cold (It was early March), and we were just continuing our conversation when she walked by, thankfully alone. She saw us and called me over to where she was standing in the middle of the softball field while she walked toward us on the foul line, but I was still to shy to move. I couldn’t decide which was worse, this happening in front of my sixth grade friends or my eighth grade ones; either way, it was embarrassing.

She quickly caught me though and took me in a heavy embrace, squeezing me against her large breasts. I was in heaven just letting her turn my legs to jelly with her long blonde hair falling around my shoulder and her arms around my back. Lana was taller than me, so my head fell perfectly against the front of her shoulder, chin just above her breast, and I could smell a slight whiff of perfume coming from her neck as she started talking, “I love you, Garret. Will you be my boyfriend?” I could feel her chest breathing as she said it, and, to preserve the Xanadu I was experiencing, I responded with a near-silent affirmative and a nod.
If it was possible, her arms tightened on my body as she pulled me still closer to her until my feet were barely touching the ground. I was in heaven as I pressed up against her, and so it came without realizing it that I found myself at eye level with her when she turned her head to look at me and repeated her statement, “I love you.”
Her lips met mine perfectly as she led me through the ropes, taking a moment to help me respond and relax for her. They moistened mine that had all but dried when I first saw her and then slowly opened to caress me. She nipped at my lips slowly as our heads turned together to find the best position, and finally I felt her tongue glide across the inside me, softly pushing my teeth apart. My previous ecstasy grew still more as a slowly relaxed my jaw to let her in, and without diving in full tilt, our tongues met and swirled together. Her hair fell against the side of my face as we held each other there, and the feeling of her warm body against mine left me senseless to the outside world while we continued to explore ourselves. Her breath warmed my cheek as she exhaled and I’m sure I must have moaned lightly over my joy as we grew together there.

When we finally broke, we stood together, still interlocked and held on until the sound of one of my classmates brought us out of this reverie. I had completely forgotten about them watching us, and it took a moment to come back, but I know I fell back into my old shy self and turned several shades darker around my cheeks because of it. Recognizing this, Lana gave me a short squeeze and whispered to find her later and apologized for embarrassing me before walking away toward the classroom buildings. As she left, I stood in awe until I heard the bell sending us in to history.

My inability to move was catalyzed into a sudden desire to be in class as soon as possible to silence the remarks of my peers around me, so I took off at a near run as the other young boys asked about her. I ignored these kids as my own thoughts and questions raced through my mind, leading me in every direction until I was even more confused that before. I met her in the gym that afternoon after several dazed classes and arranged to meet her over the weekend after she needlessly apologized again for embarrassing me at lunch and promised to be quieter about our relationship at school. Of course, the news seemed to have spread already, but the events of that afternoon helped me climb out of myself to become a new more confident person; after all, I was the sixth grader with an eighth-grade girlfriend.


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