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The Intimacy with Passions

Update time:2011-01-15 20:51 Authors:ksapeng

It was in the second year of my junior high school. Diana, the nickname for English class, was assigned to seat beside me in the second row from the front. As a shy boy, I tried not to look at her. Charles was my nickname. The stories started when one day our English teacher talked about the love story of prince Charles and the ordinary girl Diana. "Diana and Charles fell in love." was suddenly followed by a giggle from the whole class.

From that English class, we started to notice each other. However I pretended not to be interested in her and just stared my eyes to the front during class. Diana is a charming girl with shining eyes and long hair. One day afternoon after class, Diana was collecting all the textbooks and stationeries on her desk in preparation for going back home. The rubber eraser suddenly slipped to my left foot on the ground. I bended my back and picked it up for Diana and by coincidence she also tried to pick it up herself with her hand touching mine and my face was buried in her long hair. I just felt "an electrical shock" - the first experience in my life and my cheek and neck suddenly turned red and hot. A special feeling lasted for the whole night.

I was extremely good at math, physics, and chemistry. This strength provided me good opportunities to get closer with Diana who often needed my help, especially doing her home work. From now on, I had an extra activity during the weekend, going across the river to visit Diana. I lived in the north side of the Yangzi River and Diana in the south. There were ferries for the crossing-river service. I often paid one yuan for the ferry to cross the river in the hope of seeing Diana. One afternoon in the summer, I wondered in the lane where Diana lived and encountered Diana's mum. I suddenly felt lost when I was told that Diana went to Chongqing and stayed with her aunt for the summer. It would be a meaningless summer to me!

Three weeks later God arranged the meeting with Diana. I decided to skip the usual snap after lunch and went to the cinema in town and soon I identified the pretty face of Diana who made the same decision. The most happy time came when we agreed to see the film together. During the movie I felt that Diana intentionally moved her leg against mine which inspired another "electrical" shock throughout my whole body. I enjoyed the comfort of being so close with Diana and could not concentrate on the movie at all. After the movie, Diana invited me to visit her on the hill top at the river bank in the following day. I looked forward to meeting the angel of my dream and could not fall asleep the whole night.

We sat on the hill looking over the snake-shape flow of the Yangzi River which separates the two homes of us. It was snap time and no other visitors around. We enjoyed the natural peace and quietness in the woods. Diana talked about her recent visit to Chongqing, the biggest city in the world in my mind then. She slowly picked up a piece of chocolate from her pocket and passed it to me.

"It was given by my aunt. Please try."

I had never seen chocolate before. I unwrapped the colorful cover and saw the dark brown chocolate. I suddenly changed my mind to feed Diana with it. She closed her eyes with the mouth half-opened, longing for it. I fed her with the choco but Diana kept it half way between her slips. I gently placed my lips on her's to accept the invitation and slowly moved the choco into her luring mouth and kissed Diana on her lips with the wonderful sweet and bitter taste from the choco. We held each other firmly and the heart started to beat faster as the passion developed from our first kisses, the feelings, the melting choco, the tongues, the lips, the eyes, and the heavy breaths. The experience so so wonderful for it was my first love.


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