The Things We Don't Tell

The things we don't tell The very first time was behind the ferris wheel at the fair. It was hot and the dark did nothing to cool it. We rode roller coasters all night just for the breeze. Noise and music and laughter saturated our senses. We were on the Midway, for the first time unsupervised. The thrill of the night time and the rides and the crowd, called us and we were determined to enjoy it all. Can you smell the popcorn and beer and cotton candy? It was the cotton candy that started it. But maybe I better go back. Having successfully evaded our parents claiming a sleepover at another girl's house, we bussed to the fair and walked out onto a runway of light and sound and promise. We were 14. Bra-less and wearing daisy dukes and cutofff white tees and sexy hot sandals, hair down and left to the mercy of every high-speed twist and turn, we were so ready to live. Back to the cotton candy. So having spun ourselves drunk, we decided to take a leisurely ride on the ferris wheel. Cotton candy in hand, we were headed that way when she grabbed my hand in excitement telling me to run or we'd miss it. 14. Remember I said 14. Her hand touched mine and at the same moment that I gasped, her head whipped around with surprised raw desire. But we were there and quickly ushered into a gondola, the bored teen-ager supervising the ride having no idea what had happened. If he'd known what was coming, he'd have gotten in. We moved up one spot on the wheel and sat next to each other, uncertain. You remember how you were? Never sure your emotion was mirrored by someone else. I giggled and opened the cotton candy bag. Slowly I pulled off a piece and licked it, watching the fluff become deep red sugar. She was watching. I offered the bag but she bent over and sucked mine off my fingers.I can feel that touch right now. Sticky, warm, exciting, and desperate. No one spoke. Don't dare break the spell right? You've been there. On the precipice of something amazing and balance is the most important thing in your world. I kissed her. It wasn't my first kiss, but it was my first real one. Sugar and stars. The first time I kissed her there were sugar and stars. Later I would discover ecstasy and use it attempting to recapture the feeling of that moment, that night. But no highs ever equal it. You know how it is. She ripped off a second piece and slipped it into our mouths, and then a third. I don't really know how many, we devoured half the bag that way. But urges I'd only ever satisfied on my own were blossoming against the pink thong I was wearing and our young peppy nipples were standing at attention and screaming for attention. I didn't know how this was going to feel tomorrow, but I didn't care. Riding higher into the sky I pushed up her shirt, put drops of the candy on her nipples, causing her to groan out loud and then wrapped my mouth around one and cupped and lifted the other so her own mouth could suck it. As it melted and her breasts were heaving I felt my precum wet the insides of my thighs. I leaned back against the side of the seat and pulled her on top of me. As her hands toyed with my nipples her sticky lovely mouth kissed it's way down my stomach. Her teeth pulled open the snap on my shorts and her tongue darted just inside the stonewashed denim. By now my hands had already slid under the but of her shorts and were kneading them. She raised her face to me then and in a single breath of of sanity I realized we were almost at the end of the ride. Fixing our clothes we got off and grabbed hands again. Slipping behind the ferris wheel into noman's land where every desperate lover and one minute stand can hide, she pushed me up against a wall and kissed me hard. I think she was about to ask my permission but I ground against her and and formalities went by the wayside. Don't misunderstand, I knew every inch of her body, best friends and dressing for dances and locker rooms and all. But I suddenly realized I only knew the outside of her. Going deeper into that dark lost territory we came upon a corner with a barrel and a perfect view of the top of the wheel. In our state of mad hormones it seemed so romantic. Maybe it was. It still feels that way even as I write it. Shirts off in a blink we shed the shorts as well. You first, she whispered, and pushed me onto the barrel. Then from the bag she produced a fluff of pink and tucked it in between my legs as she spread them wide. I bent back as far as the wall would let me and then I know nothing. I remember hands running through my hair, a tongue rising and falling in my vagina while rolling something and pushing it inside me, deep inside before sucking it out in a long liquid steam of melted cherry flavored heaven. I remember the breeze on my taut nipples and fingers tracing them, rolling them, drawing me back up again. And then stars. I saw millions of stars as I opened my eyes in wonder and release. I pulled her up against me, widespread legs bringing us up against each other. Grinding together I drove my fingers into her and pressed upward drawing the gasp I was hoping for. Still grinding against me I pleasured her that way slowly, swirling back and forth, in and out, pulling up against her pelvic bone. Candy soaked nipples became my treat of choice that night and I couldn't leave them alone. Even after she came in a rush and a shudder of absolute abandon I couldn't stop. Kept forcing her up again, fuller and fuller this time until she arched back and cried out, drawing a whistle from a little ways away. Someone else saying their need. You know, there were fireworks that night. There always are at the fair. But I don't remember them at all, I just remember sugar and salt and music and lust, and it's all just a blur.