We came laughing across naked suburban streets,
Conquering youth, burning our last wild fumes of
Rebellion against the pre-dawn lamplight quiet,
We were drunk, alive, and full of night.
Our friends peeled off one by one, sneaking
Into snoring-parent homes, and soft familiar
Mattresses, giving themselves to oblivion at last.
Our dwindling numbers deflating exuberance,
Cooled to a hushed peaceful reverence, punctured
By a few final forced hoots of defiance against
Inevitable endings, until only the two of us remained,
Walking home together in silence.
I knew you from school, eager front-row girl.
I knew you, but only as a name and a face,
Blonde hair and indie rock band t-shirts,
Drifiting through hallways between classes,
You were already of a class all your own.
Our paths uncrossed, until tonight, school-year-end,
One last summer between us and being blown,
Like dandelion seeds out into the wide open future,
We found each other in house party crowd, and spent
All night sharing gossip, cigarettes, and
A bottle of Stoli, stolen from unlocked liquor cabinet.
You promise-bound me to see you home safely.
I’d have gladly accompanied you anywhere,
Just to spend a few more minutes with you.
So, you led me, shoes shuffling through
Cool, dew-damp grass, across empty park
Towards empty bleachers beside the
Empty baseball diamond. We sat.
You guided my eyes to the stars, and said
They were like pinholes in the darkness,
Dripping radiant milk of the heavens beyond.
I never knew you had poetry in you,
As your thigh pressed coyly against mine,
A first contact, fantasized but unanticipated.
Your fingers found my hand, nervous, grasping.
I turned my head to you. Your steady blue eyes
Magnetically pulling me into you. I leaned forward,
Eyelids dropped as soft lips met, pressed,
The sweet taste of your strawberry chapstick,
Your tongue slipped past into my mouth.
A thrilling terror raced through my veins:
I didn’t know what I was doing.
This had never happened before.
Sensing inexperience, you placed my hand
On the warm smooth skin of your thigh
Extending from your frayed jean shorts,
I gave a tentative squeeze, and a subtle
Movement upwards, desperately hoping,
But careful not to disrupt this delicate moment.
Tingle and throb as awkward erection pressed
Insistently upward against restraining zipper.
I shifted, ashamed, embarrassed, hiding protrusion.
Kiss broken, you pulled back, looking questioningly.
I returned your gaze with bashful smile, and shaky
Whisper-voiced reassurance – “that was nice.”
A small giggle trickled from your lips. Your eyes
Radiated a daring naughtiness, infecting me with
Excited anticipation for whatever was next.
With quick deft motion, Modest Mouse shirt
Was elevated over your head, and tossed aside.
In wonder, I stared at your bra, cotton, blue,
Full, and round. Becoming aware of the awkward
Fixation of my admiration, I returned my gaze
To your face, bright and smiling with pride.
A quick glance to ensure our solitude, there were
No lights on the park-side road. No lights in the windows
Of the slumbering homes on the other side.
Only the light of the moon and streetlamps,
And the short floating flash of fireflies drifting around us.
Your chest pushed forward, hands behind your back,
A snap, a slackening, the blue cotton fell away
To show the soft pink flesh behind. Each mound
Summitted by a small dark nipple, firming in the
Cool June early morning air. You took my creeping
Hand from your thigh and lifted it to your breast,
Palm and fingers, pressed, exploratory squeeze.
A real girl’s boob!
Kissing continued, anxiety melting into arousal
My hands became more adventurous, yours slid
Up denim pant-leg, to find me achingly stiff and
Near-desperate for your touch. Slender fingers
Working blindly at waist button, pull down fly,
Pop-up erection, exposed to the fresh night.
I shivered in excitement as your fingers
Softly traced the contours of my head,
Slipped slowly down the shaft, and
Tenderly cradled testicles. I moaned
And kicked off the rest of pants, falling
Below the bleachers, I was past caring
If we were caught. All I wanted was you.
Fingers curled, lightly stroking, I became
Even harder in your hand.