Part 1 from Gabriel's perspective: Ramona and Gabriel grow up together in her dad's workshop and have their first sexual encounter together (lol I'm terrible at introductions, this sounds really boring).
Authors note: This part was supposed to be the first part one but It was not published. The story is really told from Gabriels perspective but I decided it might be fun to add a little more info from Ramona's alternate prospective; hence the alternate part one.. Again I repeat I am not a writer and I am not writing a book. I simply like reading and thought I’d give this a go for fun. So criticize if you must, I can take it ;) If you are like me and can’t get emotionally invested in characters without a bit of back story then this might be for you. I’m not sure where this story is going but I will tell it from two perspectives in multiple parts. I will try to upload once a week. Not every part will have sex but we’ll get there.
Ramona was an East Coast goddess with long, dark, tangling, curly hair. I’d lost a ring once running my fingers through those soft, spirals. I took her to the beach once and I remember her scent mixed with the salt water breeze was like an aphrodisiac on steroids. And her body was always warm and soft to the touch, inside and out. Her face was strong and defined which meant she had a serious case of “resting bitch face” but her dark eyes gave away her thoughts.
I was 14 when her father hired me under the table to keep the mechanic shop clean and organized. She was this awkward, snotty girl with a bad Tootsie Pop addiction, wearing a Star Wars graphic T-shirt with badly drawn Sharpie tattoos going up her wrist. There was oil and grease and rusting tools but there were sticky sucker wrappers everywhere. She would come in and sit in her dad’s office after school, walk around and touch things, and bother the shit out of Tim with frequent conversation, though he was polite about it. And everywhere she went she left a colorful candy wrapper.
After a long hot day of organizing tools, cleaning out the fluids stock and picking up about 20 of those candy wrappers, including some behind the mini fridge that were probably from months ago, I decided I would say something.
“Ramona. Do you know where the trash can is?” I asked interrupting her current conversation with Tim. She turned and looked at me through narrowed eyes, sensing the set up.
“Yep.” She said pointing to the one beside me with her shiny orange tootsie.
“So, why is it that your trash never ends up in one of them?” I asked, irritated. She continued to stare at me popping the candy back in her mouth. After about 20 seconds I realized that I wasn’t going to get an answer so I sighed and turned away muttering “forget about it.”
But I never saw another tootsie wrapper lying about. So we never brought it up again. Our interaction over the next couple of years was minimal. We went to different schools and when you are a kid, two and a half years age difference might as well be centuries. But when we were at the shop her dad would teach us things and make us take breaks together. We spent two summers working for her dad in that air condition-less tin box of a mechanic shop and things were always platonic, though by that time I’d already lost my virginity. I just never thought of her in that way. Not until the end of summer break our third year. I was sixteen and it wasn’t until that last week of summer before sophomore year that I even noticed Ramona was female. It quickly became a distraction that was getting harder to hide.
“You aren’t supposed to be smoking.” She said startling me slightly. I looked at her and blew out a smooth plume of smoke.
“You aren’t supposed to be at the shop this late.” I said taking another drag.
“I was at Diana’s but her parents started yelling again, so I left.” She came and leaned against the wall beside me so I put out the remainder of my cigarette. “Do you want to play checkers?” She asked after a few moments of silence. I laughed.
“You have nothing else left to bet.” I said shoving at her arm. “Why do you like to lose so much?”
“I don’t always lose.” She defended. “I won twice on Sunday. And I still have a few bucks.” I knew she didn’t. She got an allowance of twenty dollars a week. All of which she’d lost to me two days before. A bad gambling habit at the age of 15. Out came the checkers board, after all she was paying for my smoking habit.
“Are you still dating Wendy?” She asked taking her next turn.
“Yes. Why? Are you jealous?” I goaded. She glared at me.
“No, I was just wondering who the girl in the Jeep was.” She said casually. I knew she was trying to throw me off, and she knew I knew that she was.
“That was Grace. She’s just a friend.” I said wondering what all she’d seen. I made my move carefully.
“I don’t kiss my friends that way.” She said. “Actually it looked like you were eating her face off.” She made her next move capturing three of my pieces. I decided to switch tactics.
“How would you know? You haven’t even had your first kiss yet.” I said studying the board. She was winning.
“Yes I have.” She lied.
“No. You haven’t.” I scoffed. “Your parent’s won’t even let you look at boys.”
“So. They can’t control what I do at school.” She said defensively. Her face was turning red so I knew I had worked the right angle. I made my move.
“Okay, you know how to kiss then. If I win, you have to kiss me and prove it.” I watched her as I took my turn taking back control of the board.
“Eww, no.” She said turning magenta.
“Then I hope you have five bucks like you say.”
She remained silent the rest of the game watching as I crowned one king after another capturing each of her red pieces one after another. Finally with only three of her pieces left on the board she sighed frustrated.
“You’ll have to pick something else. I don’t get my allowance till Friday.”
“That’s okay.” I shrugged. “I already told you my deal.”
“I’m not kissing you.” She said wrinkling her nose.
“What’s the big deal? You’ve done it before, it shouldn’t be a problem.” I took her last two pieces. She glared at me.
“Fine. I’ll give you a stupid fucking kiss. I don’t know why you want one so bad anyway.” She huffed standing up.
“Language.” I warned, trying not to laugh. I watched her walk over to come stand beside me expectantly.
“Well?” She snapped. “Are you going to stand up?”
“No.” I said enjoying her discomfort more than I should have been. She could have walked away and I wouldn’t have stopped or goaded her, but she would never be able to live peacefully knowing she’d turned down a challenge from me. She leaned awkwardly forward and pressed her lips to mine, in what I assumed was meant to be a quick peck, but I held her still by the front of her shirt and took my first taste of her. It really wasn’t supposed to be good or memorable, but her lips were so soft and I could taste the strawberry tootsie pop she’d been nervously eating during our game. She didn’t pull away like I thought she would when I let go. I deepened the kiss against my better judgement pulling her down onto my knee and squeezing her waist hoping my hands would stay still. But as her mouth began to catch on and her soft lips closed around my bottom lip I could care less where my hands started going. I’d kissed many lips many times before. I was good at it. But this wasn’t just kissing, this was like breathing air for the first time. My hands were in her soft dark hair and she fell in deeper grabbing the front of my shirt in two fist fulls. A small sound escaped her throat and that’s when I completely lost it. I leaned back further knowing she would lean in, and lifted my knee so my leg would press between hers. My hands found their way up her shirt and found she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Fuck.” I mumbled as my lips left hers and traveled down the side of her neck. Both hands grabbed at fistfuls of her and I rubbed my thumbs against the sensitive peaks of her nibbles. She made that sound again only it was a little more desperate this time. I felt her hips begin to slowly rock back and forth as I kissed the sensitive hollows of her neck. I bit softly just below her jaw and she gasped her hips jerked and she grabbed my arms tightly. I pulled back to look at her and was amazed at what I saw. Her eyes were soft and disbelieving at the sensation she was feeling and her pink and swollen mouth was slightly opened in surprise.
“Oh my god. Did you just come?” I asked, instantly regretting it. She released my shirt and pushed away from me taking all the heat from the summer night with her.
“What?” She asked breathlessly, blushing deep. “No.” I wasn’t even sure she knew what I meant but she got the idea.
“Ramona…” I started not sure what to say.
“I hope you enjoyed your stupid kiss. It was a dumb thing to ask for.” She said slinging her bag over her shoulder in a huff. “It’s not like you can tell if it was my first kiss or not.” I could but I didn’t say anything. She was already angry.
“Do you need a ride home? I can-”
“No.” She cut me off. And before I could say anything else she left.