It was dark, I could barely see anything. But still, I could hear her breath rapidly increasing, her body was warm to the touch, and her lips incredibly soft. This is what happens in the dark. You try things out in the dark. It was never in plain daylight or in plain view. Away from the judging eyes of others. It was just me and her. It is the way things go when you are young. You get drunk, you experiment, you abandon your inhibitions and rules. I hated the rules. Just a couple of shots of vodka and every one of those rules go away.
She opened her mouth, welcoming my lips and my tongue. “I thought you are innocent. What would your parents say if they find out you are here with me?” I said to her. But she did not reply. She just waited for my lips to touch hers again. I could feel her body trembling with delight as I kiss her more and more. Slowly, and more intricately as I enjoy the sweet taste of her skin as if I was writing poetry with my lips. She loved the way I tasted, wanting more and more until her body couldn’t handle it any longer. I loved the taste of hers as well. Those lips were pure, innocent, wanting what I can offer, trying to explore pleasures that she never knew before, and I was willing to give them to her.
There are wonderful memories that happens in the dark that you could not tell anyone. It is what youthfulness is, driven by desire, by pleasure, by seeking answers from another person’s touch, or even escaping life for a brief moment. The way passion overrides logic like ascending to heaven for a brief moment and plummeting back to the norm of the earth the next.