Is it love?

August

I leave at the end of the month. I just wanna stay here with Dom and be loved everyday. But it’s not real life and I know that. I can’t just throw everything away for a summer romance, and I know it probably won’t work out in the end because my school is 2 1/2 hours away from here.

I’m sure he’ll never visit me, and it’s not like I’m allowed to have my car there either. The only way I can come home and visit is to get on the train and go into the city, hop on a bus at the terminal and ride it to the closest bus stop before someone can pick me up. But, then my grandmother would have to drive me back, something she won’t want to do unless she has to, like for a holiday vacation or something.

The weeks have gone by since the kiss, we’re dating now if you wanna call it that. Our bond has been pretty tight and the sex..it’s amazing. I’ll never forget the first time we did it. We were in a parking lot at a strip mall, it was a frequent hang out spot for teens our age where we would all get together to just hang out somewhere. It kept us all out of trouble and getting into drugs like what was happening to so many others we knew.

We were the last ones, everyone else had gone home. So we sat in my car, just talking till we would both feel tired enough to call it a night. That’s when he did it, the most unexpected thing you could think of.

Sitting in my passengers seat I look over to him, with his braciole out.

Looking at me, he says “What are you gonna do with that”.

My eyes go wide, I want him. I lean over, taking him in with my mouth.

Not a good angle, this damn center console keeps pushing into my ribs so I climb over and tuck my little self into the spot where you’d put your feet. He spreads his feet wide, making room for me. I get a rhythm going, using my hand to move up and down his shaft in unison with my mouth, giving a twist/turn motion as I move back up to the head.

All of a sudden he pulls me up and flips me around. I’m now beneath him and he grabs the seat handle and pushes the seat down flat. I go to kiss him but he turns my face with his and starts kissing my neck. “I want u.” I moan.

He looks into my eyes, “Are you sure?”

I nod as I start to pull off his jean shorts. He takes his hands under my ass, and props me up as he puts it in. At this point I’m nearly dripping as he works his member in and out giving a few hard consistent thrusts before getting into a more fast paced rhythm. I can’t take it anymore.

“I’m gonna cum..” I moan softly. My fingers are digging into his back and my toes are starting to curl. He sees my release giving a few more hard thrusts before he pulls out, finishing in my mouth.

“I can’t believe we just did that in a public parking lot!” I say as I’m glaring around for anyone who might’ve been near by.

He looks at me, “It’s midnight, there’s no one here,” and chuckles as if I’m being silly for even thinking such a thing.

I guess he’s right, but still. Furthermore, I can’t believe he just whipped it out like that. ‘What are you gonna do with that?’ I recall him saying. I can’t wait to do it again, and we do. Sometimes a handful of times a day over the last month before I go. How can I leave this, how can I leave him!?

But the day has finally come, and I have to go back. I’ll be a sophomore this year and will finally be getting into more career specific classes since last year was all basics.

He kisses me and I cry, feeling like it’s going to be over, even though he tells me it isn’t. I give him the option to part ways, I can be realistic. My ex never visited me, not once, he probably won’t be any different.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” He says, “You really don’t think I’ll come see you? I love you.”

I look at him, eyes full of tears, “I know you say that, but I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”

The morning comes and I’m packed and ready to go. My grandmother and I get in the car and head out on our way. The ride feels like forever, just thinking of how much I’ll miss him. I don’t want to go back, but I know I have to. Two weeks pass and we’re talking on the phone and texting everyday.

It’s now September and I’ve gotten into a routine with my classes, they’re all really great. It’s a Wednesday and my phone rings, it’s 6:30am. The sun is just starting to rise as I can see the shades of pink and orange shine through my window. It’s Dom. He was at Carlos last night at an end of the summer party which to me was a bit late seeing as we’re in September already.

I answer, still half asleep, “H..hello?” there’s a pause.

“Hey..what are you doing?”

Is he serious? What does he think I’m doing? “I’m sleeping.”

He tells me, “Well go outside.”

Go outside? Go outside for what, I’m thinking. “Why?”

He breathes out a large breath that I can hear through the speaker, “Because I’m sitting here still at Carlo’s..couldn’t sleep and decided to watch the sun go up. If you go outside it can be like we’re watching it together.”

I think of how sweet he is, but honestly I’m tired and I really don’t feel like leaving my bed right now. Nevertheless, I agree and head downstairs and out the back entrance.

“Are you outside?” He asks.

I yawn, “I am.”

There’s a pause, “Where are you standing?”

“I’m on the back entrance porch looking at the sky.” As soon as I look up, something catches my eye from my peripheral vision.