My Girl

I brought her a box of Dolly Madison glazed donuts later in May, just before school got out for the Summer.

"I got a surprise for you in my bag." I teased. "I think it's a little early in our relationship for flowers..." I pulled them out. "I remember you saying they were your favorite."

She hopped up, sporting her tight, white knit sweater and sexy navel, and grabbed me in an embrace. "How sweet!"

I blushed. Everyone in the high school commons area craned their necks to watch the spectacle. I was flattered. We fed each other the donuts, exchanged lusty glances and spouted sappy poetry. The bell rang and ended another glorious lunch date that made going to RHS so meaningful. 

Her name and several off centered hearts are scattered in pages of almost every textbook and notebook that crossed my desk during my freshman, sophomore and junior years. Teachers and casual friends, mostly girls, questioned the mysterious name. I simply stated, "She's my girl." Like the song. Countless love songs bring her face to mind, and probably always will. Time never seems to erase the small things. 

We both attended another class together, the final semester of that year. Mrs. Williams' Language Arts. It was rumored she 'banged' Mr. Lee, the gym teacher, in the back room. Slutty Mrs. Williams... I later dated her daughter, until I found out she was just like her mother...

Rita drew and presented to the class an intimate portrait of the Italian artist Michelangelo. She had such presence and control over the entire room that I got a semi-hard-on just watching and listening to her. I considered making a bathroom trip after she had finished to relieve the tension. Instead, I experienced my first waking wet dream, filling my underwear with a smearing hot mess.

"Impressive." I winked as she concluded and slid into her seat.

"I know." She glowed.

I was so proud, she was so beautiful, and her talent was an extra perk. I could hardly contain my pants and the constant flexing happening within my jeans. I don't remember the remainder of the class time. I was dizzy with the pleasure I had just experienced. 

High school for me was a series of hazy memories, all crammed into what felt like an endless nightmare. Rita was a breath of fresh air at a time in my life when everyone pretended I was invisible. She made me feel worthwhile. I wasn't content to just exist, I now wanted to live. I'd sing and dance alone in my room. I'd smile and say 'hi' to just about everyone. I'd walk down the middle of the hallway at school, holding my head up, as opposed to the old me who only held my head down. I no longer felt secure to hug the brick walls of the narrow hallways. Colors were more vivid, voices were more pronounced, things smelled different. I no longer waited ten or fifteen minutes after I woke up to crawl out of bed. Now I jumped out. 

Love does things to you, you feel shiny and new, reborn almost. I was a boy in love. In love with "my girl."