Dear Diary,
I'm trying to write some journals, a diary I guess, about my misadventures, mostly imaginary, as I really don't travel that much and as a child, I was home bound, strictly because we were poor as church mice.
Our summer adventures included me and my mom jumping onto a bus to head to Minnesota to see her family; a dull trip until one summer I got to the Dairy Queen there and met a girl who was also dragged to Minnesota to see her mom's family.
She was from Idaho, living there with her father. She was younger than I by a month, a cute blonde, twinkling eyes, a memorizing smile, as we sat on a man made beach by one of the "10,000 lakes" Minnesota is famous for.
We held hands, sneaked kisses a few times, her name was Holly, her father was a police officer in Boise, her mom was an accountant in Alexandria, Minnesota, visiting her aunt in Starbuck, Minnesota for a week.
It was a summer romance that blossomed for that week then like most summer romances, it died once we left the safety of our man made beach and wandered back to our lives.
We exchanged letters every once in awhile; a call was made, we talked, even when we made it to high school, there were letters; remember when, yes, I do, can we go back there?
Yes, lets, I replied. I knew she was smiling when she read that line. I know I did when I wrote it.
Mind you, this was before the magic of the Internet, which now, would maybe save such love, or destroy it quicker.
When I found myself readying for that road trip that summer in 1988, I made plans to stop into Boise, to see Holly again, the guys were apprehensive about it, trying to tell me that I was dumb, Holly had herself a boyfriend, a quarterback fellow, rippling muscles, who wrote love poems to her, wooed her more than I ever could.
But I decided, I would make my way there, to see that summer crush once more, mayhaps, in a way, to woo her back like I did that day, remind her of that time, on a course sandy beach, where we held hands, kissed that summer, both our first.
Boise would become my favorite town that summer trip; my first time 'in that way' with a girl.
"You were 8 asshole?" my friend Wayne said, punching me in the arm.
"Yeah, I know, but I gotta see her!" I replied, smiling.
"You're a sucker for the blondes! " Wayne laughed, "I guess we're on our way to Boise!"
So there we were, heading towards Boise, a stop that wasn't planned, which is the best kind of stops.
I had her address; even called her before we left.
"Oh, it'd be great to see you!" she said.
We pulled up to her house; a dark rustic brick home; her father's police cruiser in the driveway.
The rest of my crew decided to leave me there and go find food.
"We don't want to be a nuisance in the way of true love!" Wayne chortled.
I stood at the front door, my hand shaking as I pressed the door bell.
"Hi!" Holly said as she opened the door; more beautiful as a young adult.
"Hi!" I said, the word dropping out of my mouth, to fall to the ground.
She grabbed my hand and led me inside, to the living room, where her father was.
"Dad,this is Jason, remember, the guy I told you about?"
He stared up at me then shook my hand.
"My daughter kinda likes you!" he said, smiling.
"Well, sir, I kinda like her too!" I replied.
"DAD!" Holly blushed, still holding my other hand, squeezing it tightly.
Nervous laughter as Holly pulled me out of the room and outside. "We're going to take a cruise about dad, be back later!"
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" he threw back.
"So..." she said, smiling, as we got into her car and she pulled onto the street.
"So, uh..." the words left me. "So you have a boy friend huh?"
"Use to...we broke up last week!" the smile left her face. "Men can be so dumb!!"
I nodded, not really having anything to respond with.
"So changing subject, what do you want to do?" her smile returned, that glorious smile, that melted my heart into goo, which rushed to my shoes.
"Anything with you!" I blurted out.
She blushed again.
"Well, maybe...uhm....we can go get something to eat?" she smiled again, her cheeks rosy red.
"Yea, that, uh, be cool!! My treat! Our uh, first date?"
She blushed even brighter then smiled. "Our second!" she said, reminding me of the time, in Minnesota, when we went out on "A date", our first kiss that time, under a weeping willow at her aunt's house.
We ended up at a small diner, a burger joint.
We sat in a red vinyl booth.
Two cheeseburgers, fries and cokes.
"Well, well..." a man behind us said, "lookee here, two love birds just a romancing away!"
"Chuck, shut up!" Holly threw back.
Her ex-boyfriend stood there, nearest me, placing his right hand on my shoulder, pushing hard down.
"Only been broken up for a week and you've already got a new stallion huh?" he smirked.
"I never had a first stallion until now!" she threw back.
His smirk turned into a glare.
I knew this wasn't going to end well and felt myself pushing up fast from the table; throwing his hand off of my shoulder quickly, pulling his arm to his back.
"The lady said fuck off!" I growled, throwing him to the floor, my own body dropping on top of him; my fists throwing into the back of his head; slamming his face straight into the floor; breaking his nose in the process.
"Jason! Stop!" I heard Holly screaming from behind me, then, pulling me up.
"Mother fucker broke my nose!!" Chuck screamed, scrambling to his feet and scuttling to the opposite side of me.
Holly pulled me away.
We made our way to the counter to pay our bill.
"I'm glad somebody showed that asshole who was boss!" the waitress taking my money whispered to me. "If anyone asks me, I'll tell them he swung the first punch!!"
Holly smiled but then her face turned into a frown.
"Lets go..." she said, pulling me towards the door and out to the car.
We were silent for awhile.
"I should have told you, not to come!" she finally said.
"Why?"
She sighed slightly.
"I knew it would bring nothing but trouble!" she finally said.
We pulled over, a small wooded area, a park.
"Lets get out..." I said, opening the door.
We sat there; at a picnic table.
I had grasped her hand in mine.
"I'm glad I came!" I said.
She smiled and nodded.
"I'm glad you did too!"
We kissed, slowly at first, progressing into a passionate lust filled kiss, our tongues darting out, touching each other, a slight gasp escaping from her then settling into each other.
I felt her slipping herself onto my lap; still entwined in that kiss, a long enduring moment, my body's lust giving itself away as my cock sprung to life; hardening at her gyrating motion on my lap.
Her hand moved down towards the zipper of my pants, unzipping it, dropping off my lap, reaching her hands down, grasping my cock and slowly sliding her hands up and down my hard shaft; her eyes growing large at the sight of it.
I felt her lips move slowly over my cock, enveloping it, her tongue swirling over the tip.
I moaned slightly feeling her there.
Soon, she placed herself back on my lap, slipping herself down onto my cock; pressing herself onto it, moaning into my ear, "Fuck me!"
There, in the seclusion of that park, but in plain view, we fucked for the very first time.
I felt myself ready to explode deep inside of her.
I tried to pull out before that but she kept me inside of her, riding me like some wild stallion.
I felt that rush I had felt before, knowing full well what was to 'come' and Holly felt it too.
She bucked harder on top of me; throwing her head back, crying out my name as she felt my cum explode out inside of her; I felt like I was ready to black out from that ecstasy, her own body responding.
Afterwards, we sat there, still flush from those moments of sex we had just experienced.
"Was it good for you?" I finally said, my body still shaking.
"Oh god, yes, we're going to have to do that again!" she purred, snuggling into me.
"So does this mean we're dating?" I said.
"Maybe..." she chuckled. "We'll see!"
We headed back to her house and said our goodbyes; we hugged, made promises.
I'd call her the first chance I got.
"Christmas vacation, you and I meet somewhere?" I said.
She nodded.
Wayne honked the horn.
"Come on lover boy! Get a move on!" he yelled; smiling, his head stuck out the passenger side window.
"So..." he said as I got into the car, waving one more goodbye to Holly. "Was it everything you dreamed?" he chortled, patting me on the shoulder.
"More, man, more!"
We drove off, heading into the unknown,
