Page 12 of Another Love, Another Time

It’s standing straight up now, and I wrap my palm and fingers around it.

The head is big and looks like it could explode at any moment.

It’s nothing like I expected. It’s hard, but really soft.

I don’t realize I said that last part out loud until I hear Auggie chuckle, “Yeah.” I run my fingers up and down his length.

This is the first penis I’ve ever seen in person or touched, but I’m pretty impressed.

“Can you just make it do that anytime you want?”

“Not really how it works. Uh, when I was massaging you earlier, and then when I was touching your boobs, it started doing it,” he grits out like he can barely breathe.

“Is that why you went still?” I question.

“Yes. I didn’t want you to feel me getting hard.”

I giggle. I see his gaze dart to my boobs and raise one of my eyebrows in question.

“Do you think I can see your boobs? And touch them?”

“Sure.” I feel like we are playing a little game of show and tell.

We have discussed these things in sex ed classes at school, but I feel like I’m in the masterclass right now.

He rolls back over and pulls his shorts back up.

I see his shorts tenting. I lay back and back and pull my shirt up over my boobs. My nipples are still pebbled.

He takes his right hand and runs the pads of his fingers along the underside of my boob.

Then, he runs his thumb across my nipple.

I feel a tingling sensation in my groin.

He continues to make circular motions, and then he moves to my other boob and does the same thing.

I feel something wet in my underwear. Oh gosh, I hope I didn’t pee myself.

I have to squeeze my thighs together. I know he can see my breaths getting shorter and shorter.

He finally pulls back. I put my shirt back in place, and I roll back over to my side.

“I understand why my dad says he’s a titty man now.” And just like that, show and tell is over.

“Do you think we could practice kissing some more? I really like that,” I say hesitantly.

“You wanna kiss me again?” He arches an eyebrow.

“Yes. I want to make sure your kissing abilities weren’t a fluke.”

“Why, because I kissed you so well?”

“Okay, big head, yes, I liked it. You sure you’ve never kissed anyone before?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” He leans in until he catches my lips with his. “I’ve been thinking about kissing you all day.”

“You have?”

He nods his head.

“Me too,” I whisper. He uses his tongue to coax my mouth open.

His tongue doesn’t feel so awkward tonight.

He sucks on my tongue a little bit. He wraps his hand around the back of my head and presses me closer to his.

I can feel his hardness in his shorts, and he presses into me.

I don’t know what he’s doing, but I like it.

We pull apart again, both of us out of breath, both with lips that are wet and swollen from kissing.

After our breathing has returned to normal, Auggie speaks first, “What does this mean, River? Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

“You’re asking me to be your girlfriend?” I ask, unsure.

“Yes. No. Maybe?”

“Thanks for the confidence, Aug.” I’m hurt. Not that I’m ready for a boyfriend, but to hear him sound so unsure.

“River, that’s not what I mean. Gosh, I’m messing this up.”

I sit up. “I’ll let you off the hook. No, I don’t think this can mean we are boyfriend and girlfriend. This means we are the best of friends, including experiencing new things together, since we feel comfortable with one another.

I continue, “Right now, we have too much to lose. What if one of us does something to the other because we are stupid fifteen-year-olds, and we stop being friends? I mean, we live six hours away from one another. Most adults can’t handle a relationship like that, let alone two teenagers.

I can’t lose you as my best friend, Auggie. I can’t. I don’t know what I would do.

“How many times have we heard our parents say how grateful they are for all the experiences they had when they were younger? They learned something different about themselves from each one of the relationships that they had. They all have said that they were idiots when they were younger. I love you, Auggie. You know that I never want to do anything to jeopardize that.” I pause.

“Auggie, do you love me?” I question because I want to make sure we are on the same page.

“You know I love you, too, River. There’s no question.”

“Another question: do you love me more than a friend? Like you could see yourself marrying me some day?” I ask.

“I love you, Riv. I mean, I don’t know what I want to do with the rest of my life, but I know I always want to be part of yours. If that means marrying you, yes.”

“Okay, then. Let’s make a pact, because I never want to lose you.”

“You know that I don’t want to lose you, either.” He pauses. “What do you mean by a ‘pact’?”

“Well, nothing changes right now. We can continue to… you know…” I wiggle my eyebrows, “… explore. If you find a girl you are interested in, we’ll stop, but under no circumstances can you stop being my best friend. Got it? And then, I’ll do the same.”

He shakes his head in agreement.

“You learn how to be a good boyfriend because once we are both ready, we’re done, and we get married. You got it?”

He’s shaking his head again.

I grab his hand. “It’s not that I want to see you go out with other girls.

I think it might kill me to actually see that, but I think it would kill me more if we got together now, not giving you a chance to be with someone else, and then you change your mind.

” I give him a peck on the lips. “If you ever change your mind about the pact, and you meet a girl you like more than me, just tell me. No matter what, we are friends first, right?”

“Right. How will you know when we are ready?” he asks.

“I don’t really know. Maybe one day we will just know.

” I shrug. “I don’t have all the answers.

What I do know is that you are my best friend, the person I feel most comfortable around, that I really enjoyed everything that we did this weekend, and it’s going to really suck when I see you with your first girlfriend.

Because I know you will. You already have girls chasing you now. ”

“Don’t worry, River. I’m not really looking for a girlfriend right now. I don’t have a lot of time with all my sports and school, and I know that I really don’t want to see you with a boyfriend,” he assures me.

“Okay, so how do you want to seal the pact?” I question.

“How about a pinkie pact?” he suggests. “We can pinkie promise and seal it with a kiss. Sound good?”

“I like it. Let’s roll with it.”

“I want to say one more thing: when one of us knows for sure we are ready, we need to tell the other, and then we commit at the same time. Do you agree?”

I nod. He holds his pinkie out to me. I hook mine with his, and then we both lean in and seal it with a kiss. To be honest, I’m not sure if what we just swore was good or bad, but we will find out one day. At least I know in this moment that we are on the same page.