Tamara

A walk in the mall leads to an unforgettable romantic encounter. Two people meet in the strangest way, learn about each other, know each other, the good and bad things leading to a May-December relationship with emotional highs and lows. The onset of adulthood inevitably brings the dawning awareness and the struggle to put it into proper perspective with internalized values For Tamara, the final passage into womanhood brings joy, not guilt; pleasure, not shame. For him, salvation.

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I stopped breathing and tried to pull my hands away from her. She held on tighter and refused to let loose. I knew exactly what I was thinking but tried not to think and tried to forget as soon as she sat down. “No, I don’t think I can do that. I mean I could lie to you and just say anything, but your sharp little eyes might pick that up too and I don’t want to lie to you but I also don’t want to tell you honestly what went through my mind. I will say that I was not proud of my thoughts and that I tried to erase them when you came back. Is that good enough?”

The look on her face was absolutely devilish as she pulled my hands closer to her and leaned over table, looked around and then whispered: “Even if you wanted to pull me down to the floor right here in the mall and tear my clothes off, I want to know what you were thinking!”

I know my face colored deeply, I felt the heat. I didn’t look away; I didn’t try to move my hands. My voice even almost failed me and I had to swallow and slow my breathing before I dared speak.

“It wasn’t quite that bad, but almost. Are you really sure you want me to say it? Not to hold anything back?”

“Yes, but lean forward and speak softly; people listen to people in the mall, it’s really freaky sometimes.” She leaned forward and I saw her breathing speed up and her eyes brighten.

I couldn’t believe I was becoming fired up just thinking about what I was going to say, I hoped she didn’t sense that on my face but I am almost sure she would.

“When you were walking away from me I could almost see that oh, so sweet little bottom and see if it felt as good as it looked as you walked, swinging lovely-wise back and forth.”

She gripped my hands tighter and I returned it and saw the color rising in her face and a little quiver in her lips. “I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and then opened my eyes again, I wanted to see her reaction.

“When you were walking back and your wonderful chest was bobbing ever so nicely up and down, I wanted my face between them. I wanted my hand on your legs, touching, exploring probing and then I wanted my mouth... kisses there and…”

She pulled her hands away and put them over her chest, crossed her legs under the table and gasped open mouthed at me, breathing hard and fast, wide eyed and in full blush.

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh, no,” she gasped, “not that. I am so hot and turned on I might drag you down to the floor myself if you say even another word! Good God! Just talking never ever made me feel that way before! Wow!”

I was pretty turned on myself and tried to let my breathing slow and the heat mellow out and fade away. “I never felt quite like that just talking either. I even tried cyber with a girl in Moscow and that I could get excited just by typing on a keyboard surprised me. That was the first and last time I did it. I felt kind of dirty afterwards, funny feeling, I didn’t like it.”

She leaned forward and gestured for me to take her hands again, I did.

“Tell me your name?”