0 comments/ 42650 views/ 1 favorites A Long Ways Home Ch. 01 By: jthserra I walked to the front door, remembering how the tall white columns rose like trees around me. They rose up to a balcony two stories overhead, if you ever touched them your hand would come away chalky white. I remember how my aunt would sunbathe with her friends from college on the balcony, but there were no rails on the balcony, so we were never allowed out there. Through the front door, off the front entrance, were stairs that led up to the bedrooms. I remember the stairs well. The thin carpet provided little padding for the times I rolled down the stairs. I remember frantic trips to the doctor, and the diagnosis of a hard head and solid body. The lollipop tasted good, but was not worth the pain and trouble. Around the back, next to the kitchen, was the porch with the strangely painted floor. The colorful curving lines made wonderful roadways for tiny automobiles. And then, just a few steps away, my grandmother cooked in the kitchen. Time and time again, we asked her to stop and do the teaspoons and tablespoons. "Now, two half teaspoons make one teaspoon," she repeated, pouring water from one spoon into the next. "And three teaspoons make a tablespoon." She magically filled the spoons, each time just as exciting as the last. "Run along so I can finish dinner." We go into the living room and the big chair with the big man, grandfather always loved watching us play. He marveled how we could immediately know when one of our toy cars was missing. We would search and search until a voice came from the kitchen, "Lawton, quit hiding their toys." He only smiled. Up the stairs was a door locked in strange mystery, it led to the attic and was opened only for a visiting aunt or uncle. It led to some wonderful rooms and the balcony, but we never got to go there. Back down the stairs was the door to the cold, dark basement. The creaky stairs led down to a damp world of noisy machines. We never descended into the clanking and hissing of the basement. Outside was the wonderful yard, it seemed like miles and miles of green, and when the grass got mowed the mower carved wonderful paths in the green. I followed the paths with my stuffed animals, in secret adventures. I reached for the doorknob; the house seemed so much smaller now. I opened the door and peeked into the living room. I heard a voice: "Come on in, can I help you find anything special?" "No thank you, I'm just looking," I said wandering into the shop, and surveying the souvenirs. "Just looking and remembering." "Just what are you remembering?" she asked. "I used to live here, many years..." I stopped, suddenly recognizing the face, the beautiful face, "Christine? Is that really you?" "I had hoped you didn't forget, considering everything." "Oh yes, it was in this house wasn't it?" I said. "Actually, just outside this house, remember? Your parents and grandparents were gone, and you got back from college early." "And you had finished your finals early and spotted me here on your way home from school. We were all alone, but we were locked out." We both stepped out of the shop and walked over to the spruce tree at the side of the house. We crouched down and peeked underneath as I supported her arm. "Hard to believe we could fit under there," she said. "Well, I knew I could fit, it was an old hide and seek hiding place. I couldn't believe you followed me under the branches and crawled up in there with me." "I wanted something, I wanted something very badly then." "How could you have wanted it that bad? You had never done it before." "I think," she paused and then continued, "When a girl makes her mind up about a thing like that, she pretty much knows what she wants to do." "So I didn't seduce you?" She smiled, "Did you think you had seduced me?" "Well yes, I thought I did." She just smiled. "What, you mean I didn't?" "Well you did and you didn't." "Oh come on, I was quite charming," I replied. "Charming? Now let's see, 'Hey Christie, come look at my old hide and seek hiding place. Oh look, you got leaves all over you.' Funny, you only managed to brush them off my breasts." "Oh yes, I do remember that. I helped you take off your sweater, to help get the leaves off of all of it." "Oh and my bra, did that have leaves on it?" "No, by then I had you seduced." "So very smooth you were back then. And my skirt, you didn't seem to worry about the leaves on it, you just pulled it up to my waist." "The panties," I said with a grin. "Yes, the panties, you know I had to throw them away after." "You did? Why?" "The blood, I was genuine you know." "But the panties were off." "Yes and my bare butt was there on all those spruce needles and leaves." "You said it was soft," I argued. "It was soft, but scratchy. You know I was still finding leaves in my bed weeks after that." "Didn't you like it?" "Oh I loved it. The look in your eyes, the way you trembled, it was well worth the scratchiness and the pain." "Did it hurt badly?" "Well, it didn't hurt good. But to be honest, I got so involved watching what it was doing to you that it faded fast." "I just remember how fast I came, I barely got myself inside you and there I was." "Yes, I think overall our later meetings were more sexually gratifying, but there was something about that first time. The way you were so... I don't know, grateful, no not grateful, so attentive to me. Other times were certainly hotter, but I missed that innocence under the tree here." "It was something spec..." I stopped, meeting her gaze. Her head tilted slightly and I leaned to her, lightly touching my lips to hers. We kissed a moment, moved back slightly and then fell together again in a passionate kiss. Our lips, our tongues met and mingled together. As we kissed, I reached a hand to her breast, cupping it gently and then squeezing it. Her hips moved, pressing herself against me, against my erection. Suddenly pulling back she gasped, "We have to stop, the store, customers may come in." "But..." "Look, do you have your computer with you?" "Yes." Reaching in my shirt pocket, she grabbed my pen and a piece of paper. "Can I write on this?" I nodded. "Here's my email address, email me. I'm off the day after tomorrow, will you still be here?" "Yes." "Email me," she said, heading back up onto the porch and into the shop. I didn't follow immediately, waiting for my erection to subside. After a minute or so, I walked back up the steps, but noticed that several cars had arrived. I quickly peeked my head in the door and said, "Check your email tonight." Before she could respond, a group of six people clomped up onto the porch and walked toward me and the door. I waved quickly to Christine and then headed to my car. Driving off, I began composing an email in my head. Looking into my rear view mirror, I saw the tall white columns on the old house and I whispered to myself, "It sure seems a long ways home." A Long Ways Home Ch. 02 June 23rd, 2004 Christine Adlins Chrisad@ ESSC. net Christine, Wow, it sure was a surprise running into you this afternoon; I haven't been able to think of much since. I keep running things through my head: how we used to meet, the things we did, and how we just let it all slip away. I couldn't get the thought of our kiss out of my mind either, it was like the passion, even after all these years, simply re-ignited. You know we talked about that time under the tree, the first time for both of us and I was amazed at how much you remembered. I did remember a lot, but I kind of cheated, the night after we made love for the first time, I wrote about it in my journal. I just recently came across that old journal when I was cleaning out some boxes in my attic. Thinking some of my writing might be worth keeping, I transcribed some of it and have it saved on disk. I'm not sure if you are interested, but here is what I wrote about that time, what is it, 27 or 28 years ago? Transcribed from Journal entry April 25th, 1977 It finally happened, Christine and I finally did it, we are no longer virgins. It was so strange, I got home early from school and was locked out of the house. Christine must have seen me sitting on the porch because she came right over. I figured we could go around to the back porch, where we could get into the screened in area and could make out some. Since she started going to college, she's been a little more adventurous, first letting me touch and kiss her boobs and nipples, even letting me move my hands into her pants. Later she let me finger her some, one time long enough for her to come, or at least she said she did. After that, she unzipped my pants and began jacking me off, I was so turned on I came in just a few seconds. She really loved how I shot all the way up my chest, it really surprised her. Just after Christmas, when we were parking, she let me go down on her. That turned me on so much. She was wearing a short skirt, but slipped out of her panties and hose. She leaned back against the car door and spread her legs. I moved my head between her legs and began pushing my tongue in and out of her pussy. The taste was strange, kind of sour, but good at the same time. She helped me a bit, guiding my head upward where I licked her clitoris and moved my fingers in and out of her. Anyway, I knew she came then, I could feel her pussy squeezing around my fingers. It was incredible. She later sucked me off, but didn't swallow, she spit it into a Kleenex and tossed it out the window. It was all very good, but we couldn't have real sex, she wanted to wait until she got married for that. I understood, or at least I told her I did. That is what is so surprising about what happened this afternoon. As we walked from the front porch hand in hand, she stopped at the tree. She said, "I remember, you used to hide under this tree." "Yes, I never got found under there," I told her. She wanted to crawl under there. I warned her of the low branches and the leaves and needles underneath, but before I finished, she was out of sight. I followed her and as soon as I got there, she kissed me. She kissed me hard, it was more than we even got after making out for some time. We both got to breathing fast and I let my hand fall to her boob and I squeezed it, first gently, then rather hard. She began unbuttoning her shirt and then took off her bra. I liked what I saw, so I began kissing her. As I did that, I pulled up her skirt and pulled down her panties, thinking she'd let me go down on her there. I wondered how it felt with all those leaves under her, but she just kept going. I pressed a finger into her and began to move my head down, when she grabbed me and looked me in the eyes. Confused, I asked her, "What is it?" "I don't want that, I want something else." "Just my fingers?" "No, more." It wasn't my fingers or my mouth she wanted, "You want," and I nodded at my hard dick. "Yes." I quickly unhooked my belt and opened my pants, pulling them down to my knees. She spread her legs for me and I crawled under a low branch and moved my dick near her pussy. She helped me get it in, moaning a bit as I pushed it hard and finally broke through. I waited, but she began moving herself beneath me, so I pulled out and then pushed in again. It felt so soft inside her, I knew just a few more pushes and I would shoot off inside her. I wanted to be a good lover, but there was nothing I could do, I pushed once and then again, and then I shot off. It felt so good, so warm. I rested my head on her shoulder for a bit and then pulled my dick out of her. It had some blood on it, which got on my underwear when I put them back on. I later snuck out to the trash can and put them way down at the bottom. She pulled her panties back on, then her bra and shirt. We crawled out from underneath the tree and went onto the back porch. Sitting on the lounger, we just kind of hugged and kissed until my parents got home. She said hi, but quickly left. I couldn't wait to get to my room and write this down. I called her later and we tried to act normal, since we often had listeners on the other phones. I don't think I will ever forget what we did under the tree today, it will have to be something we tell our children about. As you can see Christine, I won't forget what happened under that tree. Please excuse the crudities, remember I was just 19 at the time. Anyway, I hope we can get together in a couple of days, please email me back and let me know. Sincerely, Jason Jasonot@ AltaSs. net