I Waited Thirteen Years for him to Kiss me
I Waited Thirteen Years for him to Kiss me
Hello I am
Hugo and I am 32 years old, now that my life seems to be in a quiet moment I
have sat down to reflect on what I had previously experienced. The truth
is that I am proud of my actions but, on the other hand, I would have liked to
have thought more with my head and not have made so many people suffer,
especially the girls.
I was born
in a very wealthy and well-off family thanks to the strong participation of my
grandfather in the fascist regime. My father is the director of a bank and
my mother a prestigious lawyer. I never had problems to satiate my
material whims, everything I wanted was in my mouth. Maybe that's what
kept me from learning to consider things better, but I do not want to focus on
materialistic issues.
Despite
being in the 21st century, the social class in which I found myself was
extremely superficial, racist, frivolous, fascist, Christian, conservative ...
I could continue but I imagine that you already have an idea of how these
people are.
I wanted to
place you, nothing more.
As a child I
was very restless, nervous and very naughty, my parents brought them to my head
and to my parents even more. When I was 4 years old my father only had 24
springs and my mother had four less. At night I barely let them sleep and
even less consummate their wedding vows, surely they wanted to kill me ...
At school I
only cared three things: play, change stickers and Paula, that's where I wanted
to go. He did not reach the meter and a half and already had it in his
head. I saw her in school and many times at home, our parents knew each
other for a lifetime and maintained a great friendship in addition to the same
profession in the case of men. That made me spend more time with her than
with any other boy or girl my age. We played together, we laughed, we
broke things and we understood each other perfectly and everything remained the
same until we turned eleven. Then came the revolutions of hormones, the
interest in finding a partner, the different ways to spend our free time and
blah, blah, blah. The only thing that remained immune was my love towards
her and that although I could not stand it, we spent the same time together as
before.
She was only
interested in the Spices Girl, to keep her pink tamagochi alive, to buy all the
clothes she wanted and to like the boys.
I, for my
part, continued to be interested in the games of my childhood, football and
bullfighting, a new interest arose, probably in the one who spent more time,
sex. The latter made me spend the day thinking about tits, to get home and
put a porno without volume so no one would suspect. Even with all that my
feeling to Paula did not change, it was more accentuated. It was so
beautiful, blonde, with beautiful blue eyes with a silhouette that began to
splurge sensuality, with a beautiful mouth and a magical chest, just look at my
limb levitated. I'm sorry, it was testosterone's fault.
One summer,
enjoying our vacations in Marbell, I decided to play the brave and declare my
love. I felt that I needed to do it, I did not look for ends, I just
wanted to open my heart and to be able to win a kiss. He answered me with
a clear "Hugo, I'm looking for something better, you are not even what I
deserve". The forcefulness in the phrase caused me to collapse, I ran
to my room and the tears came to my eyes. He was certain that he could
never aspire to her.
A year
passed and I was already twelve for thirteen I had grown quite a bit and at
half 1.77, the beard began to sprout and the blond hairs on my head started to
come out everywhere. That change the girls liked, even cataloged me as the
most handsome of the class. The girls began to take an interest in me,
which she adored, all but Paula, for her she was still that kid who played with
her.
One night
while we were having dinner at his parents' house he told me, to my surprise,
to go to his room, my imagination was shot with images taken from porn movies
and as usual my little soldier reacted with imagination. But unfortunately
for me Paula did not want physical contact, just looking for an idiot who stole
a cigarette from her father. I did what he asked me to do. We went to
the small terrace of his room and started doing that which was only for adults
and that until eighteen we should not have done. I coughed and she coughs
and we laughed at each other like when we were children, that sensation amazed
me and I was totally happy. After a while, she got dizzy because of the
inhalation of smoke and I, to avoid fights, reanimated her as best I could with
the help of water. After overcoming the fainting she was grateful to
me. Was the For the first time in my whole life I felt
that I had done something useful. That night I felt fulfilled, full of
happiness for the simple reason that he had seen me as a man. That thought
was absolute nonsense, probably a product of his age.
That same
year I started to change and probably for the worse because I started to
believe what the girls said about me, that if I was handsome, if I was very
good, ... And I, in the middle of an egotistical drunkenness, decided to put
aside girls of my age and focus on those of bachelor. My friends saw them
unattainable, but I, who felt like the center of the world, the most handsome
in the universe, started to go for them. Actually my performances were
cocky and unpleasant but my heart continued to be tattooed on fire the name of
Paula.
As I said
before I focused on the older girls. After the experience that I will tell
you now I assure you that the "pimps" love them.
I chose
between all those girls, who for my friends were unattainable, a brunette who
called attention where it happened, was really beautiful. Little by little
I was conquering her, that was hiding my age and modifying it with four more
years, so for her I was sixteen. I was three months of relationship and my
birthday came and with him the thirteen. Andrea, the name of my
"girlfriend", if you can call it that, gave me the dream of all the
boys of my age, my first time.
I remember
the experience memorable, after that incredible sensation I decided to dedicate
the rest of my life to sex, it was exciting, pleasant, I unloaded adrenaline,
it released my tensions, and above all it was with a girl. I saw her so
beautiful and at the same time so hot, she enjoyed so much thanks to me that
she made me feel powerful. I loved how he shuddered, how he scratched my
back, how he shouted, how he changed his face. It was idyllic in
itself. But after that I kept asking myself how it would be with Paula,
without a doubt it would be the most awaited moment of my life.
Two months
later I left him with Andrea, and they started two years of sexual drunkenness
with all the girls that entered my eyes. At the height of my life, above
all, sexual. I went back to summer with Paula and after some conversations
with her I thought I saw jealousy, and I could not find out if it
was jealousy because I was with others and not with her
or jealousy of not feeling the most desired by
me. Although deep down, it was.
By the end
of summer, and as usual, we visited our town, something else in common that we
had. It was the first of September and the patron saint festivities were
approaching, the people dressed up in dress and the social mass began to grow
like foam.
One night as
we walked towards the hermitage, something typical of our town, we sat down
Paula and I in a bank. I do not know why the sexual tension was in
crescendo and without waiting for me Paula was thrown to my lips, and we were
in a torrid kiss that left me speechless.
That night I
spent my vigil and I kept thinking about that kiss. It was not like
everyone else, it was special, it was a wait of thirteen years to receive
it. So far I had not felt anything like it.
The next
morning, when I saw her for the first time after that
wonderful kiss, I noticed something shy with me, she
barely looked me in the eyes and much less dared to speak to me. So as the
saying goes "if Mohammed does not go to the mountain, the mountain goes to
Muhammad" and I set out to start a relationship.
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