Kirsten's 2nd ride (GM)

Kirsten called on our new lifeline, as I am want to think of her cell phone now (smiles), and asked if she could hitch a ride this morning. I prudently asked what her mom thought of the idea. She hesitated and told me sheepishly that her mother was feeling sore of foot and under the weather in general; and, therefore she had proffered neither resistance nor, surprisingly, did she waver in agreeing to Kirstens plan to help out by loading and running the laundry before leaving a little later for school than she usually did and still getting to school on time with my offer of help. To still make the school bell, she had thoughtfully arranged a last minute ride with me. Only that last minute ride was not arranged until after her mother, half asleep and needing to call in sick, had said yes. Naturally, when Kirsten called, I smiled inwardly and almost ellicited a loud vocal YES as I more calmly agreed to pick her up in her driveway as one of my nameless, nosy, across the street neighbors was sitting in her enclosed porch, as was her morning habit, and watching the kids walk by on their way to the bus stop. She knew every passerby, as well as their family's phone numbers. Pity the youngster who walked by her porch smoking. The parents would definitely hear of their trespass quicker than her slow-moving form hinted she was capable of ambulating. At least that was her rep.

Kristen smelled delicious the moment she opened the door. Her long flowing hair preceding her head as she stooped to slide into the passenger seat-no smoker she. There was a subtle hint of apple coming from her hair-nice. Normally, my curiosity would cause me to ask the brand and where I could sample it. My mind, however, was wrapped up in this tween's entire visage. I noticed immediately that she had one clip on earing and the earlobe closest to me was unpierced like my own. She had already confided in me that she was a virgin when the subject turned to boys and school during one of our pajama party phone calls the other night. I was delighted with the news. Though I am no prude, Kirsten makes me feel more possessive than I can recollect feeling about anyone-and we are still by no means a thing. Somehow I had sensed she was a virgin. Yet she was dressed as appealingly bohemian as she was the first day I had given her a ride-except she was wearing Capri, calf length pants rather than full length. Her calves were athletically just so. How could any girl so scrumptious a feast to the three cordial senses of sight, sound, and scent, not also arouse and inflame the more intimate senses of the desire to taste and touch. Holding onto her virginity, even in Junior High, seemed a most remarkable accomplishment in these increasingly randy schooldays. I was almost beatifically exalting in her innocence as well as the message that braces often convey to jocks at that age even as I caught myself shaking my head in unconscious denial that braces would be enough to distract any boy's eyes from her overall appeal. Obviously, her braces made me-how shall I say-squirm a little more in the area of my navel.

We arrived at school far too soon. But, for purposes of this GM, it was probably just in time to keep my GM from being deleted. Strange ideas were already beginning to smooth my brow with delights. Would we celebrate our first kiss by piercing one of each others ears and exchanging commemorative earrings that dangled the words In Love from our lobes? Not 'till it's legal. Live to write about girllove another day, Ems. Oh, I hope she calls again today!!!

Warmly, ξms