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Brushing her hair back from her cheek, I caressed her face. I kissed her. Sighing, she breathed deeply. She opened her mouth wide and our tongues touched over and over. We embraced, kissing, sighing, and holding each other. We embraced for over five minutes in the back seat of my father’s Buick Riviera.
The car became steamy. The windows fogged up. Opaque light filtered into front window from a distant street light laying long shadows inside the car. We both peered out the fogged windows and giggled.
She sat upright in the back seat and asked, “What do you want out of life?”
My anxious reply, “You.”
“Why me?”
“I’m very attracted to you. You’re wonderful to be with. I care about you. ” I began to kiss her again. She didn’t hesitate to embrace me, pulling me closer to her with her arms. I slid my hand under her coat and felt her warm back. I pressed my mouth over hers and again we embraced for five minutes.
She pulled away from me. “I’m hot. I enjoy kissing you but I’m too hot.”
I replied, “I’m hot, too. Let’s crack the windows and take out coats off.”
She whispered, “I feel like my winter coat protects me. Then she asked, “How do you know you’re a man?”
I looked her in the eye, “A man is strong, works hard, sets goals, and is respected. I play football, I have friends, and I make good grades in high school.”
“Will you respect me ten years from now?”
“Yes. I’ll always respect you. If I work hard and graduate from college I’ll have a high paying job and I’ll be able to afford a nice home.”
“What if you have to take care of a wife and child? Do you think you could make it through college having to support a wife and child? Do you love me enough to set aside your goals for me?”
“Why can’t I have both? Why can’t I have you and a college degree?”
“What if I’m not ready? How would you feel if I was kissing Mike Keiser last night and I let him?”
“Did you kiss Mike last night?”
“No, you’re the only one I’ve kissed in the last month. But we hardly know each other. What if you fail in college? Will I be happy being stuck with someone who didn’t make it through college?”
“I’m only a senior in high school and you’re saying you’re stuck with me.”
“I could be stuck with someone who doesn’t know themselves or me if I’m not careful. What is the most important thing to you?”
I changed my posture to a sitting position in the back seat of the car. “I get mixed up. When I’m hurt or in trouble I pray to God for help. But when things are fine I enjoy football, friends, beer, and building robots.”
“Do you know what the most important thing to me is?”
“No.”
“My relationship to God is the most important thing to me. I’m a Christian. I pray every day. I pray for protection, guidance, and wisdom. I love to kiss you but it is unwise for us to have sex. It’s wise to follow God’s word in everything we do. I’m scared.
I put my face in my hands. Instantly, the mood for kissing passed. “I’ll take you home.”
“No. Let’s be friends. I mean we can be friends but I’m not ready to be sexually active. I love to kiss. I don’t know. I’m the one who is mixed up. I need time. I want to follow God’s word in all of my relationships.”
“You’re right. I don’t know you. Let’s be friends. Thanks.”
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