Be Mine

Be Mine

“There is tint on the windows; no one will see us,” I said.

It was a dull winter day, at around 3 pm. I could hear the shuffling of students’ feet. I had parked in the parking lot at the back. We were in school but had decided to cut class. Either way, the afternoon classes were boring.

Anna was the kind of girl every man dreamt of. Her hair was dark brown. It was neither too long nor too short, just how I liked it. It blended perfectly with her piercing blue eyes that were inviting enough for any man or girl for that fact to hit on her. Her legs were sturdy and looked like she worked out quite a lot. They were just the right amount of muscle, not fat at all.

“What if they hear us?” Anna asked. She sounded like she was getting nervous. I saw the uneasy look on her face.

“What if we do this some other time then?” I maneuvered around to a more comfortable position and gestured to her to sit on top of me. I could feel her wiggle. Of course! Her thick legs were not limber enough to fit in my old rustic sedan.

We were uncomfortable, but it was alright as long as we were together. I pressed my lips against hers, and I could feel her legs tremble. I began to caress her beautiful back and plant little kisses on her neck. I traced her entire face with my hands.

“That makes me feel much better,” she smiled. She let out soft moans that made me feel like I was doing an excellent job at calming her nerves. I began to undress her. She helped me undo her somewhat complicated bra straps. She looked flushed and began to redden.

“Do you have a condom?” she asked midway. I recalled the first time we decided to ‘do it.’ Anna and I had met in a convenience store at the supermarket plaza five months ago. She was doing some shopping while I was window shopping for some new sneakers. She was with one of her friends, Sally, I think. They giggled as they looked at very odd paraphernalia on one isle. She told me that she was dared to give a stranger a peck on the cheek. The rest is history.

Fast-forward to our ‘first time’. We were both not quite ready. She asked if I had a condom, which I did not. That night was magical other than the ‘not having sex’ part. We cuddled and talked about everything. She was so smart and sweet. Her smile was what I was most attracted to. It was warm, like a summer day. She loved my awkward shrug every time I told a lie.

I chuckled and reached into my pockets. There was not enough space for what I wanted to do to her. I rolled down the condom on my already hard cock. I liked that position. I could see the longing in her eyes as she rode me. She was gentle. Her moans became louder and less timed. Her body was a work of art. Her breasts were medium in size. They went up and down as if in sequence. They were like snowflakes, different even in size. I cupped them and nibbled gently, which I knew she liked because she had previously told me.

Lunch breaks were my favorite time of day. Anna and I always sat together since we began hanging out only weeks after meeting. We shared many classes, although she was two years older than me. She explained that she had been held back a year because they had moved previously. She knew my favorite snack was a banana and always brought one for me.

“Anna,” “I saved you a seat,” we had become attached to the hip.

“Not today, I have something to do; I will just eat my lunch on the go.”

“Why? What happened? Can I help?” I asked, very worriedly.

“Nothing is wrong. I just want to do something on my own for once”, she barked. I could not figure out why she was so annoyed with me. It had been pure bliss for all the five months we had known each other. I could not think of a reason why she was angry.

“Is it because I was sitting with that other girl during math class?” we rarely sat together during class because we had our special time at lunch. I was bothered for a good part of the day.

“Can we talk about it?” I wrote. Waiting for a response to my text message was one of the most prolonged hours of my life.

“No.” She replied with one syllable. We had been friends for months now, and not once had she sent one-worded texts. She was always very wordy and expressive. It was one of the things I loved about her.

“I need to get her off my mind.”

“It has been weeks now, and she only says hello in the hallways,” things had changed. I started to avoid the cafeteria at lunchtime because I did not want to risk seeing her and cry like a chump. I rarely used the highway of late because I almost crashed my car. She was driving me crazy.

“Hey,” a soft familiar voice said behind me. It was Anna.

“Want to sit with me at lunch?”

“A…. sure”, I stuttered.

“I am so confused right now,” it was the first time she spoke to me in weeks. The lunch break could not reach faster. She was late, but I did not mind.

“I am so sorry for how I have been acting.”

“It is okay. What matters is you are alright now,” I mutter.

“No, it is not. I was acting like a little girl because of some bad advice from a friend. I really like you,” she said. I wondered whether she meant as friends or more. I did not want to spoil the moment.

I smiled and said, “I like you too.”

She sent me mixed signals over the few remaining school days. I hesitated to tell her how I felt because I was afraid of how she would react.

“I love you, Anna, you know,” I almost blurted out in the car at the school parking lot.