The High School Make-Out

We drove back into town, neither of us really sure where we were going. We found ourselves in the parking lot of our old high school.
"Wanna take a walk?" he proposed.
I happily obliged.

We walked around the entire length of the school, reminiscing about old teachers, friends, memories. Most of them fond, until he brought up one.
"Remember in Grade ten, at Bobby's party, when you and Laura both told me you liked me?"
"Oh GOD!" I cried, cringing. "Why oh why would you bring that up?"
"Because it's funny!" he said laughing.
"Most definitely not funny," I pouted.
"Oh c'mon, it's not so bad," he tried back.
"If I recall," I started, "I was dragged into that situation. I was perfectly fine liking you from afar and having you never find out. I had no problem with that. But then Laura had this brilliant plan," I continued sarcastically, "of us telling you we both liked you and having you choose." I grimaced at the thought.
"Well of course I wanted to choose you," he said.
I rolled my eyes.
"No seriously," he continued, "but I was stupid back then. I had no idea what I was doing, in that kind of situation. I never acted on anything."
'Thank god', I thought. 'I wouldn't have known what to do either.'

We found ourselves back at the car. We got back in and, as a brief moment of awkward silence passed us by, Ben said,
"So did we just make out back there?"
"Uh, yeah. Yeah we did," I confirmed.
"How was that?" he pried.
"It was AWESOME," I breathed.
"Wanna do it again?" he smiled slyly.
"Yeah!" I exclaimed. And all of a sudden, we were all over each other.

Ben was an amazing kisser. It was weird. I mean I would be lying if I said I never day dreamed about kissing him, but that was in high school. Any kiss would have been amazing. But he was good. Experienced. He knew what he was doing. I was happily surprised and enjoying every damn second of it.

His hands were all over me, feeling my back, my stomach, my arms, my breasts. I grabbed his hair in my hands. It was so passionate, almost animalistic. We could not get enough of each other.

His hands slid between my legs. I grabbed onto whatever part of his body I touched first. Time stood still. And then, my cell phone rang.

It was James. Why in god's name I answered it I could not tell you. Guilt? Fear? Probably. The moment had already been broken. I picked up the phone.
"Hello?" I asked, as if I didn't know who it was.
"Hey, where are you?" he asked suspiciously.
"I....I'm with Ben."
WHAT?! Could I not think of anyone else's name? I'm at home. I'm with my mom. My brother. ANYONE!
"Why?" he half demanded.
I knew I had to start lying, since I had already told too much truth.
"Oh we were just out having a coffee and now we're just waiting for Emma to get off work so she can have a ride home," I said without breathing.
That could have been true. My cousin Emma does work at Starbucks, and we had been out for coffee. But we weren't at Starbucks. We were in his mom's minivan, making out like crazy.
"Oh, ok," he accepted solumnly. But I could tell he was suspicious. "Well just call me when you get home."
"Ok," I agreed. He hung up.

"I'm with Ben?! Really? Anyone else. I could have said anyone else's name!" I cried, sighing in complete defeat.
"Oh man," Ben started, clearly taken aback from the whole situation. "Now he's going to be waiting for you to get home......and he knows you're with me......"
I knew what he was getting at.
"I guess I better take you home," he concluded.
I groaned, knowing he was right but whole heartedly wishing I was wrong. I hated that the moment was over and that it was my fault.
"Yeah, I guess," I reluctantly agreed.

We started back in silence. This time I was the first to break it.
"You're a really good kisser," I whispered.
"I know," he said, smiling.
I immediately rolled my eyes. "Oh my god," I said, but couldn't help but smile back.
SIlence again.
And then he said, "I'm really glad we waited."
"Me too," I agreed softly.

We pulled in to the bottom of my driveway for the second time that night.
"Can I see you tomorrow before you go?" he asked.
"For sure," I immediately accepted.
He smiled. "I'll give you a shout tomorrow."
"Sounds good," I said, and got out of the car.

I fell asleep that night excited, and nervous. This had all happened so fast I felt blind-sighted. But I didn't mind. Not one little bit.