Chapter 2: Chapter 2. Back to the past
I’ve met Kevin at my brother’s 18th birthday party.
Bradley is 4 years older than me and this was our first party at home.
I knew my brother went to parties with his friends, but he didn't take me with him, he always said that I was too young and that I had nothing in common with the oldest ones. I tried many times to persuade him to take me with but without wining.
-It’s not a place for you Sam. We are older and I'm not going to be a babysit you.
-I am not a child. I grew up if you didn't notice. I can take care of myself.
-No Sam! Many of the boys are even older than me, they barely accepted me. And then no one comes with his little sister at a party.
-You don't have to tell them I'm your sister.
- And that's the biggest nonsense you've ever said. Don't insist.
I’m not taken you even if you crawl on your knees.
-One day you will be proud to be my brother, Brad! I had told him before I ran angry to my room. Half year later I was at my first party. It was at our home and he couldn't keep me away. Gladly I helped to prepare the party. My mother was delighted with my enthusiasm. It was in the middle of summer so the party was taking place in the backyard. My father had cut the grass first in the morning, the smell of freshly cut grass still filling my nostrils. I loved the smell of chlorophyll. Barefoot and dressed only with shorts and a T-shirt, I looked carefully at the beautifully arranged tables. Everything had to be perfect.
It wasn't just Bradley's birthday, it was my first party, my brother couldn't keep me in that stupid anonymity anymore.
-Samantha! It's time to change. Guests are starting to arrive soon. I’ve heard my mother’s voice.
-Ok mom.
I hurried up into the kitchen and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, 7:45 pm. I had no time to waste, the first guests had to arrive and I hadn't even taken shower. I ran up the steps two by two my room on the second floor of the small house I’ve grew up in.
My room was next to my brother's room, opposite was a bathroom with shower we both shared. Our parents had their own bathroom on the first floor, also on the first floor were my parent’s bedroom , kitchen and living room.
In my hurry I entered the bathroom without knocking on the door, fortunately Brad was dressed and ready to party, carefully grooming his satin and straight hair, a little too long for my taste.
-What's the rush? He asked ironically.
-It's almost 8p.m..
-And?
-The guests arrive soon and I'm not ready. I answered breathlessly.
Brad looked at me frowning and mischievously said to me:
-It's my party! I hope you haven't forgotten that I don't like having you at. So I have to be ready, not you.
-I don't understand why, but sometimes I feel like you hate me? I said sadly.
Brad's eyes soften. He reached out and stroked my hair.
-I don't hate you, sister. I'm just worried about you. My friends are not always good guys.
-And that’s my problem? Why are you punishing me away?
-I'm not punishing you away from me ! I'm protecting you! I trying to keep you away from them.
-Why?
-Because I know what they think about girls like you, and I know it will be very difficult for me to keep them away from you.
-Bradley! We heard mom's voice.
-I think they started coming! I have to go down now, be careful what you wear and try not to get too much attention. He said before passing me.
I locked the bathroom door and stare at the mirror for a long time. Was that Brad's way of telling me I was cute and t his friends could be attracted to me? I considered myself too thin, my skin was too white and my long straight hair had many shades of brown and blonde mixed, as for my breasts ... well they were much too small.
I knew from my girlfriends who already had boyfriends that boys like girls with nice round shapes
. After a quick shower, I was now sitting at my dressing table in front of the large mirror, drying my long, heavy hair. I had no chance to fix it in any way, my hair has its own life, no matter how much I try to curl it in less than 30 minutes it returns to its natural shape, very straight.
Dressed only in underwear, I carefully applied black mascara to highlight my hazel eyes and a little pale pink lip gloss. Then I wore a simple green dress with thin straps. The vaporous material slipped lightly on my thin body, the beige sandals without heels gave the impression that they were barefoot. I glanced in the mirror before going out the door. The girl in the mirror no longer look boyish . My brother was right, now I felt pretty.
The sun had gone down to near extinction when I went out into the crowded courtyard, some girls were known to me, others were not. I immediately saw my brother talking to a tall guy with almost silver blond hair, his firm jaw and straight nose reminded me of Thor. As if hypnotized, I went straight to them. An incredibly blue gaze froze my steps. I saw him say something to Brad. My brother returned smiling, a smile that instantly turned into a frown. -Sam! You look so ... mature! Said my brother obviosly not happy to see me.
-Hi!
The young man with the blue eyes was now in front of me and smiling.
-Brad will you introducing me to the young lady? He continues, still smiling.
My brother murmured frowning.
-Sam! This is my friend Kevin. Kevin! She's my little sister Samantha.
-Pleased! Kevin said slightly surprised, then turned to my brother again.
-You didn't tell me you had such a ... pretty sister.
-She's only 14 years old Kevin! Brad said angrily.
-Almost 15. I boldly corrected it.
-An age only good for dancing. Will you like to dance with me Sam? He said, holding out his hand to me.
-Sure! I replied, giving my brother a triumphant look. Grabbing Kevin's hand with confidence. We headed to the place reserved for dancing.
His big, warm arms chained me. I felt like my place had always been there, feeling protected. His body was tense at first and then as we rocked to the beat of the music his body began to relax. I stayed with him all night and he with me. When other boys came to invite me to dance Kevin refused them in my place.
It was the first time I was like this with a boy and the boy was no longer a boy, he was a young man. Kevin was 22 years old. He told me this when we went out for a walk at night without going anywhere. He wanted to be alone with me and I liked the idea.
He stopped and turned to face me, taking me in his arms, began to kiss me. It was my first kiss.
At first I didn't know what to do but I let him lead and I just responded instinctively. He stopped and pressed my head to his chest, holding me tight.
-You're too young for me… But I'll wait until you grow up. He whispered to me, holding me just as tightly.
I was looking at him enchanted but I didn't understood anything he meant.
-Do you think I'm not big enough now? Do you think I will grow more than this. He started laughing.
-Maybe you're physically big enough but you still have to grow up here. He said and kissed me lightly on the forehead.
-Your mind isn't ready for me yet. You're not mature enough for what I want from you.
-Maybe I'm more mature than you think. I replied angrily.
-I think it's better to go back. He said without answering my angry remarks.
The next day around 7p.m. I heard the shrill sound of the phone, then my mother shouting .
-Sam! A phone call for you.
I ran down the stairs, almost collapsing over the telephone table in the hall.
-Hello!
-Sam?
-Yes! That’s me! I replied with a smile when I recognized Kevin's sensual voice.
-Kevin on the phone!
-I realized.
-What are you doing tonight?
-Nothing special.
-Do you want to go for a walk?
That was exactly the question I wanted.
-Yes!
-How long you need to get ready?
-10 minutes.
-Perfect! In 10 minutes I'm in front of your house.
I hung up and called my mother.
-Mom! I'm going out.
My mother took her head out to the kitchen door and told me very seriously.
-I hope you realize hi's too old for you.
-Mom! Nothing happens. Do not worry.
-Samantha! I trust you.
-I know mom. I don't stay long.
I climbed the steps as fast as when I went down, I entered my room and in the greatest hurry I put on a pair of jeans and a pink T-shirt. I put on a pair of pink sneakers and run down the gears .
Before I went out the door I stopped to catch my breath and adopt a less desperate figure.
Kevin was in front of my house on a black bike. In his hands he held two helmets.
-Hi! I told him, smiling.
-Hi! He answered me and handed me one of the helmets.
-Put this on and get on, I want to drive you somewhere.
I took the helmet, put it on my helmet and rode the bike behind him, holding tight his waist with both hands.
We drove out of town and went to a place I didn't knew. I really don't know how I missed that place. It was magnificent. From there you could see the whole city. I got down from the bike, took off my helmet and let it fall lightly on the grass. I approached the edge of the precipice and watched fascinated.
-Do you like here ? He asked me coming behind me.
-It's great! I said without looking at him. Kevin clung to my back and hugged me, kissing my hair.
-I'm glad you like it. He whispered to me.
-I didn't even knew this place existed.
-Well, it's not exactly a playground. He said giggling.
I turned in his arms so I could see his face.
-Don't treat me like a little girl, Kevin. I'm not a girl. I know what I want. I told him angry.
Kevin looked at me as if he had seen me for the first time.
-At the moment it's pretty hard to think of you as a little girl. He leaned toward me, sticking his lips to my lips. His kiss was different from the one the night before, bolder, more aggressive. I answered the same way. Then he suddenly stopped and walked away from me, turning his back on me. I waited a moment and then asked him:
-Did I did something wrong? He turned to me. He had a tormented look and a strange gleam in his eye.
-You didn't did anything wrong. I did ! I'm sorry I shouldn't have kissed you like that.
I approached him and put my hands tenderly on his cheek.
-You did nothing wrong! Never say that again.
He smiled sadly at me.
-You're still too ... young for that. But I'll wait. In two years I will finish my school and you will turn 16 by then.
-Almost 17! I corrected it.
-And then there's another year left. He said.
-Why do you have to wait until then? What exactly are you waiting for?
-You to grow up Samantha! To become a woman! But you have to promise me that you will not allow anyone to touch you as I touched you. Promise me you'll keep it for me.
I looked at him in astonishment. Only now did I understand that the gleam in his eyes was .Passion, desire. Theoretically I knew all about these things, practically ... I was just learning.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone