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Serena The One I Adore… Ch. 02
II
So Thursday comes around – and I still haven t invited Serena.
We had a few classes together. We weren t exactly chums but we got along just fine. (Had she known all I could see when her lips moved was my cock getting the utmost respect or at least my tongue tasting her – she may have run scared. But I never let on. I remained controlled).
I never had much of a confidence problem. But I was having anxiety like Mel fucking Brooks! I d been watching this girl for eons. Handling my third leg like a Doberman. And now I had to step up! This wasn t Baseball – this was SERENA! No matter how I tried I couldn t be prepared enough. But it s fucking Thursday I m running out of time…
Fifth period – photo shop. This was the time. Photo shop was a completely relaxed atmosphere. Jack Savage was the world s coolest teacher (as well as one hell of an inspiration for creativity). We could wander to our hearts content - as long as we delivered some photos that said something come deadline. And we always did without being prodded – because we owed it to Jack. That s how he had his house in order.
Serena was in that class. (The very reason she was even IN that class - told me everything I needed to know about her want for escape.) I made it my business to help her feel comfortable in those surroundings. I didn t overwhelm her but I did keep an eye out for her. The same way I owed Jack Savage some worthy footage – I owed Serena my concern.
In she walks with her books still in her hand from the class before lunch period. She just made me bleed she did. She s wearing one of those fuzzy sweaters what do they call them? Angora? Are teenage girls aware of what those fuzzy sweaters do to our stranded teenage dicks?! GOD! Complimented by a far too long though shapely white skirt. (Some girls dress innocent – and make my cock a drawbridge. Do they do this on purpose?! Is it just me – or do the USC cheerleaders bust your pants open more than a low cut blouse? I love those fucking sweaters man – ouch!!).
So Serena walks in eyes a bit downcast – looking for safe haven somewhere in the room. Only I intercept her…
Serena! Hey listen – I ve got something I want you to see . I put myself right in her path.
She has a way of coming to a halt. It doesn t seem in keeping with the rest of her mannerisms. She never does it abruptly but she never runs into anything. It s the most graceful thing she does. You drop a piano in front of Serena – and she ll calmly come to a halt observe it and go around retrieving her normal uncomfortable gait.
I m in love with it.
She stops in slow motion – and looks up at me with one of those faces that came out of some old timeless flick. You know how they blur them around the edges – so the women look angelic?
Only Serena isn t a movie – she s real.
She looks up at me and smiles. And for a brief moment I forget where I am. No one can do that to me but her. And then she goes shy Um Hi Seth. No one says my name like Serena does. The simplicity of her words drives me crazy. I know there s so much beneath them. I know it I know it I know it!
Serena you will follow me into the darkroom
For a moment she went white. Then I swear I saw a hint of wickedness. Followed by Why?
You ll know why when we get there. Come… And then I walked to the darkroom without watching for her reaction. (That s how you have to do it man. Act as if there s no reason why they shouldn t.)
She followed. I knew it by the way the air shifted behind me. And snatched up my folder from the table as I passed. You shoulda seen that fucking smirk on my face. I love it when a plan comes together (who said that?). And glided past the curtain to the darkroom…
Now I don t know how many of you had darkrooms in high school but we had the fucking catacombs! It really made no sense because it was a small school – but that darkroom was somethin else. Little Seth always found it very exciting to move inside.
I went directly to an unoccupied projector section (we normally had three per room plus the developing sink) and began to pull out my work. No one else was in that room.
She came up slowly behind me. I could feeeeeeel her. Seth I m a little uncomfortable
Why is that?
Silence……… Well I don t know.
Serena if you don t know why you should be – then why feel uncomfortable?
The sound of her delayed sigh broke my heart while furthering my cause Oh.. I don t know. I just get like that sometimes. You re right.
And then my heart went from drip into calamity – Serena touched my arm. No she didn t just touch it – she warmed it she caressed it she healed it. I doubt she realized what she was doing – maybe the dark helped her to do it. She was running her left hand along my right arm as if a mother would – caressing me. My biceps tightened and rolled – I felt stunned. In retrospect I think she was more telling herself It s ok Serena relax only she was fucking doing that to MY arm!! And my dick was anything but relaxed!
I actually froze.
Then so did she…….. Oh gosh – I m sorry I was just –
Don t you ever apologize for anything
It was in the air right then. Sometimes you can taste the lips before you re anywhere near them – that s what was in the air. We both felt it. But it wasn t time.
Listen I have a proposition for you I continued to fondle with my negatives.
You do? I think I m getting uncomfortable again…
Oh? Serena do you feel threatened by me? I asked it very conservatively.
…No I don t mean that. I don t mean that at all Seth
Oh please God say my name once more.
Serena – do you trust me? I really kind of challenged her there. At this point I was still a man far away from her – but there WAS some sort of connection. Sometimes it doesn t have to be spoken so much. I had to move forward. Serena do you trust me?
I pushed it to the edge and took a lock of her hair in my hand filtered it over her ear with my nails and scalloped her neck with my thumb. It wasn t convincing . I was asking her…. What she returned I will never forget till the end of my days.
Her head cradled near to my thumb she gave me a cheek made of cotton and released herself to me through this tiny little moment in time. I had Serena s soul in my hand at her face. She looked me directly in the eyes through the glow of the neon blue lighting.
And she said to me I do.
That will never be forgotten…
Obviously it was 2 days from the end of required schooling. We re in a fucking room that s for the most part black. To this point we had never said anything worth repeating……. But at that moment THAT time – it worked for me eh. I think it worked for her as well.
But a task was at hand.
Listen there s this party I want you to attend
Huh?
Yeah a good friend of mine is throwing a graduation party – it s very limited. It won t be completely chaotic. And it won t be boring either. I want you to be there.
Huh?
I want you to be there
Why?
Do you trust me?
Yes
I want you to be there.
I had been formatting a negative in the projector. Done in a half-assed non-calculated manner. But I knew what I was doing. She didn t…
I don t understand…
And then I had the print. Was a good thing I had a teacher like Jack. All those pics done by others of stoney weed fields of Big Sur doobage Here s my car all smashed up after a weekend bender . Some good stuff – but I saw beyond all that. I brought Jack some good prints. He taught me that finite projection isn t perfect. It isn t always appropriate. I spilled my light on that photo paper and confidently moved to the splash sinks.
I didn t answer Serena. Just slipped the picture into the first sink…
Seth?
No reply. Next sink.
Seth?
Swishing gleaming grinning…
Seth! Please. I am not right for any party! I think you re confused.
Next sink Boy I hope they mixed the solutions right one more to go…
Am I? I questioned her reluctance.
I don t think I can come. I m sorry. (Nothing urges me on more than a woman pleading against herself!)
I think you can. What you will come to learn Serena – is that no party is right without YOU
I don t want to be at your party Seth. Why do you want me there?
(Ahhhhh perfect) This is why…
I pulled from the sink my most cherished picture to date. It was Serena at lunch. She was making her way from the lunch line – to wherever you choose to eat it. This was the view all us horny fucking bastards made sure to eat at ourselves. The view every girl had to pass through - and seemingly the women never knew we were on outlook (yeah right!). I managed to get this shot of the one I adore seconds prior to her chasing her own meal to the quietest spot on the grounds.
There s always this moment of beauty when she shifts intended direction. Unfathomable beauty. A miniscule moment of contemplation. She gave us something more that day. She moved her lips to tell the heavens to back off – she was the angel to be heralded by. And that once upon a time there was Lucifer and he was an angel too. But to hell with all of that – Serena had arrived to dispel any such notions. She was all of it.
I captured that face. And I had it in my hands out of the photo tub…
I pulled it out of there ever so slowly… swimming the creation waters across that slice of she.
I held it like Michaelangelo – her subtleties suddenly the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. She saw in my delicate handling - enough to answer everything.
Ok Seth I will come to your party
SCORE!
Hang in there – it s gonna get frenetic. Promise (smokin blow job next installment).