To My First Crush
Your mom drove us to the movie, “Bullitt” with Steve McQueen in that hot Shelby Mustang, and on the way home didn't say a word when I thrust my tongue into your mouth, just to see what would happen, and you placed your hand in my lap, probably for the same reason, even though she had to see in the rearview mirror. She drank wine in the kitchen with her new boyfriend while we danced in the living room, and when Bobby Vinton sang “Blue Velvet” I cupped your right breast in one hand and guided you across the room with the other. Then a few weeks later I wouldn't look you in the eye, because Linda K. told Pam Q. she thought I was cute, and I had a boner every night just thinking about that. At the Valentine's Day dance I kissed Linda in the Girls' bathroom, but I came back around after Robert Kennedy got shot, with one hand up your skirt and the other on the gear shift of my '68 Camaro, which we ran into that big oak tree out on Cable Line road one night after a couple of beers. Your mom loved me, and when I told her I was sorry for your injuries (who wore seat belts in those days, right?), she said, “I love you for loving my little girl.” And I said, “I love you, too,” to which the new new boyfriend replied, “You wouldn't know love if it bit you in the ass.”
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Author's Note
Inspired by Amanda Harris's story of the same title.
Other stories by Gary V. Powell
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I love this: "Then a few weeks later I wouldn't look you in the eye, because Linda K. told Pam Q. she thought I was cute, and I had a boner every night just thinking about that."
It doesn't waste time trying to make love into something "flowery"; it's just honest about what happens and what love is for the narrator. Definitely does justice to the topic.*
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Strong, beautifully written.. Ruthless and nostalgic at the same time.*
Good work, Gary.
Well written piece, really great.
Great story, dynamite ending! *
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Oh to have a boner every night. The good old days!
This is terrific. And that new boyfriend, what a dork.
Thanks for the reads and kind comments. Especially, thanks to Amanda for getting the creative juices flowing.
Compelling read. Fabulous ending.
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omg... really. Maybe my favorite line is but I came back around after Robert Kennedy got shot, with one hand up your skirt and the other on the gear shift of my '68 Camaro. Really great writing!
*, Gary. Great close to a great story:
..."the new new boyfriend replied, “You wouldn't know love if it bit you in the ass.”
I enjoyed this Gary. The story was turning at each of the boy's passions, a great ride.
Bill, Jodi, David, and Clark, thanks so much for the read.
Great writing makes for great reading...this was both. *
Fabulous stream of consciousness remembrance of that era. A kind of flash "fiction" Moveable Feast. Really takes me back. “You wouldn't know love if it bit you in the ass.” Right on! *
Oh!!! Good story!
Young and caught in lust. Love it. Although you know cupping someone's boob is not a proper dance posture...;) *
Ah those old muscle cars. Reminds me of my yute.
Pretty sure I love this story, and it did bite me in the ass. *
Good story, takes me back a ways. Nice job, Gary.
I like the pacing of this. Nicely done, the way it moves so swiftly from moment to moment, and from mood to mood.
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Powerful!
A true thing written about love. Tough one to nail down, and you got it, Gary.