Kiss Me Already

RONALD

Every time Cherry came to visit, I felt some sort of dizzy but satisfying way. I am not going to lie, he looked great in that red hair and those shorts. It had been years and after I got out of prison, he happened to be the first person I saw. It was one hell of a coincidence and an even bigger surprise. I mean what was he doing outside the prison. I had tried to wait it out just so I could see whoever was leaving or going to prison on the same day I was freed but unfortunately, my lovely buddy had arrived to get me before I got the chance.

When I got home that day I went straight to my room and turned on my brand-new laptop, opened up Facebook and looked for his profile. The images I got from Facebook were somewhat disturbing but entirely a turn on. I won’t lie, that same night, I rubbed out one or two? I can’t really remember. Looking at him now I wonder if he was a bottom, not that it mattered to me. Leave it to prison to teach you a few things. I can honestly say that going into prison I was a little terrified and not about the obvious. I was afraid id forget cherry and I’d rather die ten times over than forget him.

I loved him.

I have loved all my life. As kids we convinced ourselves girls just weren’t interested in us and by we, I mean I was convincing myself. Cherry knew he was different as soon as he came out of his mother’s womb if you can believe that. He loved me, that much I knew but by the time I realized I felt the same way about him, it was already too late. He’d lost both his parents and his little sister. Seeing as he was under aged and alone, social services had decided it best for him to be sent into foster care.

That was the worst night of my life. I remember crying, laughing and then just sitting so still I felt weightless. I begged mom to take cherry in and it was a disaster. She said she couldn’t or wouldn’t take care of a child who wasn’t hers. I suppose that is when my rebellious life began. I looked for him. Paid the social worker to tell me about his whereabouts but she’d dubbed me, giving me a wrong address. That didn’t stop me from trying, again and again.

“Wow! How’d you figure that one out?” he smirked.

I wanted to smack him on the head but I also wanted to kiss him. Hard.

“Why?” I asked, doing round the table and pulling up a chair so I could sit closer to him. Holy shit, he smelled like the sea. It was so intoxicating. I closed my eyes, fighting the urge to pounce on him. When I turned to look at him, his eyebrows were raised and there was a smile on his lips.

“Why what” he took another sip of his drink before raising the same perfect eyebrows at me.

“Why are you a stripper” the question sounded stupid because it actually was “Well my real question is, you’re rich so why are you a whore?” I continued

“Well Ronald I don’t think that’s any of your business now is it?” he sounded upset. There was a pause and as I opened my mouth to apologize he said “Imagine me asking why you spent three years in jail or how you enjoyed it there. Would you appreciate that?” he put down his can and folded his arms. Okay now I know he was pissed.

Taking a deep breath, I asked “I saw you. Visiting someone the same day I was getting released” that wasn’t really a question, more of an inquisition and he just smirked “Do you have a lover in jail Cherry?”. Now I certainly was crossing a line, but I couldn’t help myself and also I needed to know the truth, why was he doing this shit job and was he single. How long had he been selling his body? How many people had fucked him? Why was he doing any of those things in the first place.

“ANSWER ME!!” I screamed.

He got up so quick he lost his balance and fell to the floor. Getting up just as quickly, he picked up his purse which was sitting on the dining table and ran for the door. He wasn’t fast enough because before he reached the door I grabbed him.

We were face to face now. I looked at his sad but scared eyes and my heart broke. I never meant to scare or hurt him. Sometimes I just lost it. My eyes moved from his eyes to his lips. He bit the bottom lips and before I knew what was happening, we were kissing and not passionately either. He tasted just as he smelled. The sea. I put my hands on his hips and pulled him closer. “OMG” I whispered into his mouth “I’ve missed you”.

He pulled away from me. Breaking the oh so sweet trance and what followed next was actually pretty hurtful. He slapped me clear across the face.

Ouch!