Life Lessons  pt 4 (Revelations)

(It did not rain all the time in London. The sidewalks were cleaner. Older Londoners love to have tea with milk and cookies. I remember there was also a thing about flowers in the front yard and it had to look better than someone else’s)  
   
This was our last week in the UK. David and I were allowed to see each other as long as there was an adult nearby.  
   
My sister and I and the other cousins went to meet up with some of their friends from school. These are the same bunch of girls that offered me the cigarette.  
   
The one who announced loving the American accent kept staring at me. As girls went she was attractive. Does she have blonde hair that was straight? Blue eyes and it looked like she had freckles if I remember correctly.  
   
We were allowed to go to a few places before we decided to go back to Ang mom's flat. Now the reason I keep saying the girl. Is because it's so long ago I cannot for the life of me remember her name. But I remember this….  
   
“Hey Ang um need to use…” she pointed upstairs meaning she had to go to the bathroom. And just nodded and said go right ahead. I was in the kitchen getting myself a snack when I felt her grab my hand and go up into the bathroom.  
   
I looked at her like she was crazy what did she want me to be here for?  
   
“I heard you're going back to the States I wanted to give you something to remember UK by.”  
   
That's when it happened. She kissed me. It was different than kissing a boy. I didn't really like it too much because of the flavor and the pressure.  
   
She tasted of nicotine and strawberry ChapStick. I froze not knowing what to do with my hands.    
   
It's different when you have the same anatomy pressed up against you in that way. She must have enjoyed it because she moaned into my mouth and then pulled away.  
   
I know the look of surprise was still splashed across my face.  
   
“I can tell I was your first, yea? So I'll be the one you remember the most.” That's when she decided to leave the bathroom and go back downstairs leaving me to stare at myself in the mirror.  
   
Girls don't do that? I've never seen a girl do that. I decided to push it out of my mind and go downstairs and get my snack. But I made it a point to be on the opposite side of the room not knowing what else you wanted me to remember her by.  
   
Fast forward  
   
We had three more days left and they finally allowed David and I to go to the cinema. We took the tube (train) there. And of course, I was sightseeing while holding his hand.  
   
Please don't ask me what movie we were watching, because that too is a fleeting memory.  
   
The movie theaters were the same as the ones in the States. He bought us a box of popcorn and some drinks, and we sat down holding hands watching, whatever it was we were watching.  
   
Halfway through the movie, I noticed that my hand was no longer in his hand and placed on his thigh.  
   
“It's OK it's dark.” That's what he whispered to me.  
   
OK what is there's something he wanted me to do? OH yes, there was something he wanted me to do and there was a reason for that big box of popcorn.  
   
“I'm not sure what I'm doing,” I said to him  
   
This is when another of the lessons of Catholic school ran through my head about things married people do. This has to be one of those things.  
   
I heard when the zipper went down and I felt when he took my hand.  
“There's really nothing to this. I'll help you out.”  
   
Help me out? This is another lesson that they touched upon but they never went into specifics.  
   
Especially the specifics of how it could be soft at heart at the same time. He showed me the motion of what he liked he stopped holding my hand and just let me go about it.  
   
I glanced around, making sure nobody could see what we were doing because he started breathing very, very hard.  
   
“Keep doing that. Just a little faster.”  
   
“OK” I whispered  
   
Increasing the motion I could see he was concentrating on keeping his focus straight ahead. As I said before, the movie was not something that I would remember, but I would never forget this moment.  
   
The moment when his body trembled and he shot into the popcorn. I kept my eyes on the screen so I did not see anything. He cleaned himself off with the napkins he took put the popcorn on the floor and zipped it up.  
   
“Are you OK?” He asked after we did that. Right about this time I can feel that my cheeks must have been flaming red and that again I look like a deer in headlights because what the  
Fuck.  
   
When the movie ended, we walked out holding hands.