Wonderland
Today was a quiet day in the house. I haven’t had much free time in a while. I ended up looking through some old photo albums from my childhood. Browsing through the numerous plastic pages with pictures stuffed into the sleeves, I was passing a whole section of family reunion portraits when I ended up stumbling upon an old childhood friend.
Her name was Maisie.
A picture of her and me playing at the park was in the album wedged between some old crayon drawings that we used to do back in our younger days. Seeing these pieces of art right in front of me just opened up some past thoughts and dreams that used to be so ripe in our heads.
Maisie was eight years old while I was nine. We were just happy go-lucky kids who didn‘t really have a firm grasp of the world. The two of us never understood adults pecking at us as if we were a couple who were recently engaged. It just happens that we were both really good friends, and we just acted our ages - no more mature nor immature as the other.
Just humbled grade school students just sipping juice together.
It wasn’t until one day that our teacher decided to read us a story about two princesses. Both of them were the most gorgeous women in all the land. The two princesses were suppose to marry a prince as noble and wealthy as themselves, though to no avail after being offered plenty of precious gifts, the two did not want to be with men, but to be with each other.
After school, the two of us went to my house to work on today‘s assignments. When all our work was done, we decided to play castle with me being the king this time instead of the dashing prince, while Maisie remained the well endowed princess as usual. Acting out on improved lines and a paper towel roll scepter, we were both suddenly laying under the covers of my bed.
It was her order as a beloved daughter of royalty that I would show myself bare to her. She looked at me like a cat to a ball of yarn. Coming closer, she hugged on to me while digging her face right into my chest. I felt my temperature rise from her grip. Felt like I was developing a fever as she kept on holding to me with her soft youthful skin pressed upon mine. I felt something in between my legs grow hard and uncomfortable the tighter she held me.
Feeling like hours while we stayed concealed right under my covers. Naked in her arms, I was about to say something until she caught the first word.
“Do you like me?” speaking in a soft soulful tone.
Gradually telling her “I, I do like you. You’re my best friend, and I really hope we stay together forever.”
Giving off a few breaths before she looked up at me.
“That’s nice… I like you too, but the thing is… I don’t think I can love you”
My heart suddenly felt a small shock as she kept pressing her palms up to my arched back. Her hair was starting to press up against my nostrils, and I could smell that unforgettable scent that drove me over the limit. Feeling my breaths grow quicker, I felt my hands grip tighter to my sheets. She kept close to me while I felt something wash over in shocking waves. Being able to not handle anymore, I felt something shoot under me while my head arched back in uncontrollable pleasure not felt before.
The two of us suddenly felt something wet in between. Looking down, it looked like I had wet myself, but it was not yellow nor purely liquid. It was like a white slimy texture that smelt sweet but bitter.
Maisie stood up from under the covers while I stayed down feeling my legs loose all feeling. She looked down on me with the white material stained over the lower part of my body. Looking away for a minute, she started to speak.
“I like you as a friend, but, I think, I love someone who’s more like me”
I never really understood her for years to come after that little scene. But as the years went on, our friendship started to deteriorate. I had made new friends as she did, and we stopped visiting each other completely. During high school, I ended up seeing her with another girl. The other girl’s name was Lira. Happened to be that she had become Maisie’s girlfriend.
Ever since understanding everything completely that day, I couldn’t stop myself to think of the things I had experienced before even knowing about what those experiences were even about. So young and naïve, but it was just one of life’s unexpected surprises…
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