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Ms. Heddy Through it All Chapter 3 My Girl

Cover of "My Girl: The Best of (Dig)"

Cover of My Girl: The Best of (Dig)

By Heddy Keith

Chapter 3

My Girl

I remember Leon came over again the following night and brought some brand new 45’s from Motown.

“These are hot off the press!” He said as he walked inside and headed straight for the oak console stereo in the dining room. “Nobody has heard them yet in Akron or Meadville.” It was My Girl, Ain’t too Proud to Beg, Angel Doll, and the Girl’s Alright With Me. I wondered how he got them before anybody else did. My Girl was the one I remember most. That was our special song. He put it on, as it was playing he held me in his arms looked into my eyes and sang that song to me. We were swaying to sound of the music. I felt so special and loved. Through the years whenever I heard My Girl I always thought about us.

We sat on the living room couch holding hands and talking. It was a long white floral print couch large enough to seat at least four people. The carpeting was Gold. I could see the stairs leading to the second floor. The front door was right by the stairs. There were two chairs and a coffee table that sat in the middle of the room between the couch and the chairs. We sat down on the couch I could see the dining room from where we were sitting.

Leon taught me how to bop. We danced and listened to the records. Angel Doll was playing. We got up and fast danced. He held my hand and we bopped to the rhythm Leon twirled me around and around.

The next day he wasn’t at the park, but he came over that night. This time he didn’t bring the Motown records with him. We were sitting on the couch when he said:

“Have you ever been French kissed before?”

“Yes.” I said frowning.

“Why the ugly face, didn’t you like it?”

“No, I didn’t, it was awful.” The thought of it brought back horrible memories and nearly made me sick to my stomach.

“Why didn’t you like it?” he asked curiously.

“His spit ran down my face and it was a mess. I don’t like anybody’s spit on me.”

Leon laughed. “It shouldn’t have been that way.” He ran his forefinger along my jaw bone as he looked into my eyes. “Can I give you a French kiss?” he said softly. I promise it won’t be like the other one.”  I thought about it for a moment. Since he promised it wouldn’t be that way I guess it’ll be okay.But just in case, I asked;

“Are you sure you promise?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I promise.” He held up his right hand sealing his promise.

“Okay.” His hands caressed my back and arms and gently supported my head as he passionately French kissed me. I felt as though my feet had left the floor and I was floating in mid-air somewhere in outer space. Wow! How grand his kiss was. I had never been kissed like that!

He stopped and asked: “How was that?” I tried to act like it was no big deal.

“It was okay,” I said. He kissed me again, and again, and again. His hands ran down my arms and back up again then he caressed my breast and gently squeezed my nipple. I rubbed his head and moaned mm. Things were going on inside my young inexperienced body that had never happened before. Strange sensations emanated from both breasts and ran down my spine and out to the core of my body. My nipples turned firm and more sensations exploded throughout my body. He lifted my blouse and reached around my back and unsnapped my bra. His tongue danced around my nipples. Then he sucked and caressed them.  I wondered what was going on.I was trying to hold it together, but my body was going crazy with desire.It was like firecrackers bursting in mid-air. I couldn’t control them! His hand ran down and into my pants. I grabbed his hand and said no, then gently moved his hand away and kissed him on the cheek.

“I want you baby.”

“No, I can’t.”

“Okay. I guess I better go.” We got up from the couch and walked towards the door. I knew I didn’t want him to leave, but I didn’t want to go all the way.

“Can I have one more kiss before I leave?”

“Yeah.” We stood and walked towards the door; then there for what seemed like another hour just kissing and hugging, not wanting to stop, not even for air.

He kissed me again his tongue swirled around in my mouth, his hands caressed my breasts. And then his wet warm tongue was inside my ear My legs started shaking and I got weak in the knees. Leon’s kiss brought an emotional earth quake in my body. I thought I was falling. “I’m falling Leon!” I shouted.

“Don’t worry honey, I won’t let you fall.”Leon held me up and walked me over to the couch.We sat there for a while. He held me tightly in his arms.Once in his arms, I melted like ice cream in a hot oven.

            “Are you okay now?” I wanted to say ‘no,’ but I knew I had to tell him the truth.

“Almost,” I said hugging him tighter. I didn’t want Leon to know that I was so inexperienced. We sat there holding hands. I didn’t understand my own feelings and emotions. There was something so special about him and the way he made me feel. He was so caring and gentle. And oh, my God his touch wasn’t like other boys my age who were rough, rugged, silly, and immature. I felt safe in his arms. I admired and looked up to him.

“I guess I better go now,” He said as he stood up facing me he reached for my hands and gently pulled me up from the couch. Once on my feet, he pulled my body close to his tall, muscular body. Then let my hands go and wrapped his arms around my waist, while looking into my eyes he smiled then French kissed me again. We walked to the door and took one final quick kiss for the night.

“Good night honey, See you tomorrow.” He slowly closed the door behind him. As the door shut, I watched as Leon walked off the porch and out of my sight. Then I ran upstairs to the bathroom. All that night I lay in bed thinking of Leon and the feelings and sensations I experienced. I wondered why it felt so different when Leon kissed and touched me. I didn’t feel anything like that when Lester kissed me, and went flipping down the alley doing cartwheels. I just stood there looking at him, wondering what in the world was wrong with him. Even when Scoochie kissed me, I thought I saw stars, but I didn’t feel anything. Leon’s touch was different. Just the mere sight of him made me smile from within, and it spilled out onto my face. When his hand touched mine I felt warm tingling sensation. I was happy that I went to Akron for the summer; I met the love of my life.

Leon came over every night that week and brought the Motown hit records with him. We listened and danced to the Temptations and talked about everything under the sun. It seemed as though he knew everything! He was so smart. He taught me things I never knew. We danced and had fun. But the night always ended with Leon putting something on me that sent an earthquake rippling through my body.

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Copyright January 2005