A Valentine's Tribute: The Other Woman

I had a childhood friend. We were eleven.  Her name was Pam, and she had a boyfriend. Timmy. And boy did I covet him.

But I knew where to draw the line. It was okay to wish but not touch or take. I valued Pam as my friend. 

Whenever he came around, I took off. I figured it was the most respectful thing to do. The guy gave me every kind of fluttery stomach critter. Not to mention, my cheeks went fiery hot. So I'm pretty sure my face was red whenever he came around. And never in my entire life did I want to break my friend's heart or our friendship. Some how I had to shake whatever feelings I may've had for this kid. Besides, his mom was a little creepy. Saddle shoes, a bouffant, and peddle pushers were her signatures. It was 1976. Who dressed like that then?

The summer before seventh grade as I made my escape on my bike, Timmy got on his and followed me.

"Hey!" he says. "I want a kiss."

And I tried my best to ignore him by peddling as fast as I could. "Go away."

"You know you love me." He gained on me.

My heart throbbed in my ears, I couldn't believe he knew. I never told him. So I  pedaled faster and faster. "Leave me alone." At eleven, I didn't want to be known as a home wrecker.

Before I could race down a one lane alley, Timmy had passed me, spun in front of me, and smacked my front tire.

I went crashing down to the pebbly-dirt drive. There, Timmy leaned down and took advantage of the moment. He squished his slimy lips on mine.

"What are you doing?" I heard Pam say.

I gasped and glanced over my shoulder, swiping away the slobbery evidence. And my first ever kiss from a boy.

"I'm breaking up with you," Timmy says, straightening. "I've got a new girl."

Pam's eyes went from him to me. 

I shook my head. "I didn't do anything. I swear." Friendship meant more than having what I thought I wanted. After that day, I never spoke to him. But before summer ended, he moved away with his family. So that made that easy.

Pam and I stayed friends all through high school. Sadly, after she married and I did the same, we lost contact.

I hope you all are enjoying my romantic stories.

Hug and chocolate, all!

Shelly

Tribute Post for Valentine's Day: Darren

At the age of six I found myself falling in love with the most cutest boy in my first grade class. My heart would sputter and my hands would get clammy. When he stood next to me, I'd get choked up. 

His name was Darren. I'll  keep this on a first name basis. Don't want to embarrass anyone.

Anyway, during class I could hardly pay attention because it was on him. He wore a lot of green and he had the coolest black-rimmed glasses. I've ways liked smart-looking boys. And I like them even better if they are intelligent.

At recess, I always made sure I'd be on the swing next to him or down the slide right after him. I did what ever I could to get him to notice me.

Oh he noticed me all right. One day he got off his swing next to me.  He literally pushed me off mine into the mud, and said, "Stop following me, fatty!"

I hope everyone had a lovely Thursday. I'll be at The Salon today.

Hugs and chocolate!

Shelly

What Happened this Past Week

I'm still tweaking Killer Stilettos. A lot of chapters have been murdered and chucked. A lot have been re-done with a small hint of what they were before I began changes. Friday, I left off at Chapter 19.

Also, I've been working on expanding Time on Her Side, a sci-fi, about a middle-aged woman who is visited by her older self and is given a second chance to do her life over, in order to save the world. But things don't always go right.

Sunday, I spent a big part of my day with my 93 and 94 year old grandparents. After, I had dinner with two of my daughters and the Glowstick.

And when I've been able to, I've been making random bookcovers with Power Point and Paint.

Next week, I plan on writing several posts about my childhood sweeties, my first kiss, and a wild first date on Valentine's Day. Oh and something about my grandparents. Their love is still cooking. Anyway, I have  several stories to tell in honor of Valentine's Day.

So to jump start this, I thought I'd give you a kissing scene today:

“Lila,” Julio said, suddenly floating beside me. The last time I had seen him was in the otherworld after I had momentarily died. “I’ve been waiting all day to see you.” He pulled me into him. We really shouldn’t have been doing this. Gram had told me astral projection could be dangerous.

My body melted against his firm one, but guilt ate at me. “We really shouldn’t be doing this. Gram would be upset,” I said chewing on my lower lip.

Julio ignored my comment and maneuvered me underneath his floating body, wrapping his arms around my waist.

Butterflies exploded into the pit of my stomach sending shivers all through me. “Besides, you’ve already picked up a hitch—”

His mouth washed over mine.

Instinctively, I closed my eyes. “Hiker,” I said into his mouth before his tongue probed mine. My hands had a mind of their own and they roamed the muscles on his back. The air grew hot in the little space between us.

His arms moved like vines up and down my back to the sides of my waist, and then to the top of my bottom. His fingers drummed against it as if thinking to go further. Like a suction cup, his lips held onto mine and his tongue squirmed around mine. One hand slid down to my right butt cheek. Oh my. Electricity shot through me waking up desires I had forgotten about.

Gram appeared in my mind. Her finger wagged at me. Oh dear. I grabbed both of Julio’s hands and moved them to my waist. After, I pulled my head back just enough to loosen my lips from his.

I hope everyone has a great Monday and a great week. I'll be reading other blogs off and on all day and throughout the week.

What is everyone else up to?

Hugs and chocolate,

Shelly