The sleeves were around her neck; meanwhile the arms inside the huge blouse didn’t reveal her hands fondling her pussy. Her eyes staring at my chest freaked me out a little bit, and I was green enough to not realize nothing lascivious going on. We’re teenagers and I thought she had freakish manners. We talked about music all evening and she seemed to be a smart girl, but a little distant that night.
She kept asking questions about a lot of cool stuff and some nonsense stuff too. Not really nonsense, but it was so ingenious, even for our age, that I was startled. Things like if the man was in the moon, what was a charlatan, or whether an Indian is someone who was born in India. Anyway, she was cool and till this day I wondered if she was joking making all that meaningless questions.
We parted ways, because of school changes, college and all this shit. All in awhile we met each other, say hi and talk a little bit. However, since we became slaves of our jobs, after all the fun, we started to stumble upon each other in coffe houses and stores.
She says she’s getting used to it here, but I don’t buy it.
