skates. She placed her hand on top of his. Chino folded her hand into his and smiled to himself. He shook his head and stuck his leg straight out into the air.
âSee these blades on the bottom? They just like razor blades. And I can work a razor blade blindfolded. When it come to blades and white shit, Iâm the master. Donât start panickingif the fiends see me out here cutting up and want to start bagging up this ice and shit.â
âBoy, be quiet!â Pam stood up, held out her hand, and Chino clasped it. She gently pulled him up, and he began rocking back and forth and swinging his arms, trying to gain his balance. Pam wrapped her arms around him to keep him from falling. âBe careful!â
Chino leaned in and kissed her. âWheew! Works every time!â
âBoy!â Pam pulled away. âI should push you down!â
âFor stealing a kiss?â Chino shook his head, smiling. âDamn, youâre a hard one.â
âCome on, hold my hand,â Pam said, leading him onto the ice in the rink.
The Chiller was a popular indoor all-year-round ice-skating rink, and the perfect excuse for new couples to hold hands or wrap themselves around each other to prevent spills. The hot chocolate bar was always crowded with pairs of all ages warming up after a flirty four dozen trips around the rink.
âWhoa!â Chino shouted, again thrashing his hands about, trying to gain his balance.
âIâm not falling for that again,â Pam warned him.
Chino fell on his behind, pulling her down to the ice with him.
âChino!â
âYou could have kept me from falling!â
âI thought it was another one of your tricks to steal a kiss.â
âLike this?â Chino said. He leaned in.
âChino!â Pam softly called out his name and moaned. His kiss had her feeling moist in places. She didnât want that, atleast, not yet. She wasnât ready to take that big step in her life. She had held on to her virtue for sixteen years, and she wasnât sure about giving it away. Since age fourteen, Pam had been pleasuring herself more and more with each passing year. She wanted to experience a man, but the fear was overwhelming. Especially with a boy she had just met . . . a boy like Chino. He was nice, and sweet, and cute, and funny, but still . . .
She had heard moaning in bed one night and woke to find Tomikoâs ex-boyfriend on top of her roommate, handling his business. Tomiko sounded like the angels were beneath those covers blowing her like she was a trumpet. It was the first time she had ever had an orgasm listening to someone else make love. Tomiko told her that her ex, Daryl, had a dick like a brontosaurus bone. Who wanted something like that up inside them? Tomiko promised that it didnât hurt, and that it felt good in places that she didnât know existed until she had a stiff one up in her.
Despite Tomikoâs guarantees, Pam still felt that she wasnât ready. But still, Chino had her nipples swollen, as well as her labia. She had never had feelings like this for a boy. High school was all about the academics, and social activities with her girlfriends. Her mother and stepfather were protective, making sure that teenage boys werenât on the agenda.
Pam wondered if she was just caught up in being on her own in a new and thrilling city, with a boy who was two years older than her. He was more than just older too; he was completely independent and making it without a college education.
She wanted to try having sex, but then again, she didnât.Her mother had always told her that she would know when the time was right, and when she was ready to take that step. âJust make sure you protect yourself,â was the advice her mother had given. Damn, why couldnât there be a manual that said, when this happens, do this. When you reach this age, youâre ready for this.
âYou okay?â Chino asked.
Pam