Part Three

So, the night we were going to meet, I made arrangements to sleep at a friends house, across the street from me, because I felt bad about sneaking out of my parent's house. I walked down the street and stood at the bottom of the driveway, hiding behind the street-light pole. He came out, with his friend, and looked in the direction of my house, but he didn't see me. I considered running away, but wanted to get it over with, so I stayed. He came out again a minute later, and this time I stepped out, so he would see me. He smiled and walked over to me. I have no recollection of whether we hugged right then or not, but we talked for a while. I remember almost nothing about it. I do know that when I was ready to leave, he asked for a hug and we hugged for a long time. I never looked up at him, because I was too scared of kissing.

I also never told him I couldn't see him again. I guess I thought maybe after meeting me, he wouldn't want to see me again. Much to my shock, the next time we spoke on the mini-tell, he asked when I would see him again. I was so flattered that he wanted to, that we made plans to meet again a couple weeks later. The second time we met, he did kiss me. The kiss did not sweep me off my feet. He had pot breath, which was not pleasant. But, it being my first kiss and all, it was still exciting.

I can't believe what he did on the third visit. Talk about being presumptuous. I'll share that one, next time. ;-)