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Here's a blast from the past...back from when I was in high school. Yes, this is the era of Dez, so yes, I was clueless. Sigh, only if I hadn't been!
I was still very unaware of my sexuality and fairly socially awkward (who isn't in high school!). In spite of being somewhat of a recluse, i decided to take a huge step and go to an international youth environmental conference in Colorado. On the whole, it was a great experience for me. I was finally able to meet like-minded people and come out of my shell (though not entirely). One of the best things about those 10 days was M.
Let me first say that I'd admired her from afar...but never considered actually talking to her, let alone becoming physical. She was a swedish hippie-chick. Pixie-cut blond hair, wonderful natural body, very cute, and wore the same dress (her mother's dress from the 60s!) every day. Apparently she'd been looking at me too, because one night while everyone else was dancing I chose to sit outside and look at the stars. She noticed me leave the crowded room and followed me out. To be honest, there was a bit of a language barrier, but we managed to talk a little. I don't remember how it happened, but we ended up laying under a cottonwood tree, the stars gleaming in her bright blue eyes. This was one of those moments in life that you'll always remember with crystal clarity--the conversation had paused...she was looking so deeply into my eyes....she touched my chest...then kissed me. The softest, sexiest, sweetest kiss ever. It was the kind of kiss you compare all others to afterwords....
After that, M and I were inseperable. We'd press our bodies to each other's when standing, stroke each other's thighs and arms while seated, and make out whenever possible. One day, after a hike, M and I returned before the rest of the group. We began kissing, but she soon pulled away. She gave me a look that I didn't understand then, but I do now. It was the "you're going to get lucky" look. She took my by the hand and led me down a dark hallway. She opened the door to a room...only to find a janitor there. She rolled her eyes in frustration and took me back to the cafeteria, where we made out till everyone came back. I can only imagine what would have happened if the janitor hadn't been there...or if I had known enough to encourage her to try another room. Still, this fueled so many of my fantasies the the years ahead...I still can almost taste her lips...and I imagine what the rest of her may have tasted like...