The Name of the Game

As they say, on any given night……….

We take a breather, she looks at her watch. “Oh shit, we have to stop.”

I’m speechless; my lips are on fire.

“I assume you want to do this again.”

I laugh. “Oh yea, it was kinda fun.”

She swats my arm. “Then don’t tell a soul. I mean it. Those rich bitches upstairs would just love to bust up couples, just for their own amusement.”

I nod. I’ll do whatever she says, run my tongue over hot macadam, no problem.

“That means no bragging to your friends. I’m a girl, not a conquest for a boy’s ego.”

Or I’ll drag my nuts over cut glass, just say the word.

“We’ll do it again Friday 6th period, ok?

“Yep. I’ll get a library pass first.”

We stand up. “Wipe your mouth, you have my lipstick on.” A quick peck and we disburse to our respective bathrooms. “oh yea, it’ll be my time next week, so we won’t be meeting.”

I let that pass…………..huh?

in the boys’ room, my reflection is dreamy–looks the same, feeling different. I’ve gone to the moon and now have to act sane. O my God, I have a girlfriend. Maybe dreams come true, at least for a while.

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