[M]adly in love, [F]rantic petting

Long time lurker, first time poster. I thought I’d share some of my experiences. This one is relatively tame but it’s one of my favorite memories. 18+ disclaimer.

We were young, and madly in love, the way that only hungry high schoolers can be. She wasn’t the girl next door. She was the girl two houses down from my mom’s house. Ella was tall, taller than me, and thin. Leggy and still awkward in her high heels; she reminded me of a fawn, unstable and unsure of her footing. That look, those almost stumbles, those knocked knees in miniskirts, hurt my heart even today, as I stare down the barrel of 40. She had dark hair, thick and straight, past her long pale neck, down to her shoulders. Big doe eyes with heavy lashes, she liked to give me butterfly kisses, curled up at my side on the couch at her parents’ home. Her chest had outgrown her body that summer, and most of her tshirts, and she knew it. 36 DDDs, a tiny waist, almost no hips yet, and those legs, legs that went on forever.