First Times...

A few days ago, Alana posted a lovely column on Lust Bites all about first times. First time writing porn, that is. I dug up a story—start of a story—I must have written in Sophomore year in high school. I scanned it, but the writing's difficult to make out, especially with all the edits.

I think this is how I meant the piece to read:
I imagine that he’s playing football in a park with his friends. It’s over a hundred here, but I know in Oregon the weather is cooler. A breeze stirs up gold and red leaves on the edges of the field. His orange hair is a fiery blur as he scores the final touchdown. I can see him from above, as if I’m sitting high up in a tree. Then his face fills my mind and I am close enough to see a drop of salty sweat run down his cheek, closer still and I am inside him, feeling the steady beat of his heart. Swimming in the rush of his blood. Hearing the secret whisper of his hidden desires. And I no longer exist.

Then the phone rings, or the light changes, or the teacher asks me to explain the Pythagorean Theorem. And he fades away slowly like a smoke ring in a room without windows.

Click the picture to see my messy handwriting close up.

Cheers,
Alison