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open.
    Instinct kicks in,
I fold my arms across my chest quick.
What was I thinking,
letting some guy get to me like this?
    â€œWhat are you talking about?” he says.
    â€œEvery time I see you at lunch
you won’t look at me.
What’s the matter, I’m not good enough
for your friends?”
    â€œNic, I don’t know
what
you’re talking about.
I just didn’t see you.
    I swear.”
    I so
want
to believe him.
    I uncross my arms.
“Really?”
“Of course, honey. What kind of a jerk do you think
I am?
C’mere.”
    The “honey” got me.
    And now he’s
kissing me slow
touching me sweet
sliding my skirt up
making me
want
him
all over
again.
    â€œNice skirt. Easy access. A little tip I picked up
from my big brother.”
“Smart brother.”
    â€œYou still mad at me?”
I manage an “Uh-uh.”
    â€œGood. I’m taking you on a date tomorrow.”
    One more wet kiss
and off he goes.

PIZZA AND BEER
    â€œ Wanna get some pizza later?”
    â€œIs this that real date you promised?”
    â€œYeah.”
    â€œPizza’s not much of a date.”
“It’s what I’m in the mood for, that’s all.”
    â€œOkay, but come by my house and pick me up.
You can meet my Mom.”
    At 6:45 he honks his horn.
“Come on in and say hello,” I yell from the window.
    â€œNah, I’m hungry, let’s go!”
    I grab my bag and slide into the seat next to him.
    â€œMmm, you look good enough to eat,” he says.
“Maybe we should skip the pizza.”
“No, c’mon, I’m hungry too, take me OUT.”
I toss my head back, shaking my hair.
I
know
I look good.
    I’ll make this boy so proud to be seen with me
and so happy
he won’t know what hit him.
    Twenty minutes later I’m sitting on his lap,
steering wheel molded into my back,
feeding him a slice.
I lick the sauce from around his lips.
He tips a beer bottle into my mouth,
lapping up what spills down my chin with his tongue.
    He starts unbuttoning my top,
one button, then two, three, four.
    Fixing his eyes on mine and smiling that smile,
he cups my boobs in both hands
and squeezes them
rubbing his thumbs back and forth against my nipples,
sending lightning bolts through my body.
    He pulls my bra off to the side
leaning his head into my chest.
I want him to swallow me whole.
    We’re both warm and sweaty.
I’m dizzy.
The heat from his pants is rising
right through my skirt.
    He reaches down to slide the seat back
giving us more room
unzips his jeans
and out it springs,
like an animal that’s been waiting to be let out,
which is pretty much true.
    I suck my breath in fast
as he slips on a condom.
Then his hands are on my thighs, under my skirt,
my whole body is unfolding to him,
I lift my hips up—“Yes,” he whispers.
    I can feel him move through me
all the way up to the top of my head
and all the way down to the soles of my feet
as we melt into each other
over and over and over
until I think I’m hollering
and he’s yelling
“Yes, Yes, Yes, YES!”
I collapse into his shoulders
and everything goes quiet.
    I’ve never felt happier in my whole life.
    So this is what love feels like.

CLOSE ENCOUNTER
    Blue Hall is crammed with people:
The Lunch Hour rush.
I’m trying to grab some stuff from my locker.
There’s a hand on my butt.
Hey!
It better be him, or somebody’s getting slugged.
It is him.
He’s never touched me in front of other people before
“Cut it out,” I tease.
“Nobody can see anything in this traffic jam,
chill out,” he says, with a little edge in his voice
I haven’t heard before.
Then he locks his eyes on mine
reaches down
and touches me right
there.
I can’t breathe.
    â€œMeet me at Red Light.”
And he’s swallowed up into the crowd.

NEW FRIENDS
    I’m walking to Red Light and I see a group
of his friends walking toward me.
I’m not