When I felt Don’s kisses on my eyes, I finally opened them to see him. He was calm and smiled as if he had just won the biggest reward of his life. The feeling of warm water touching my feet took over. I could feel the sand touching my bare back. Don was creating a shadow over my eyes so that the sun wouldn’t hurt them. I could now clearly see his face. It was me this time who grabbed his lips and sucked at them – finally, the passion that was pent up inside me took over. I almost chewed his red lips as we sucked each other’s tongues and I could feel his tongue massaging my gums.

We were in love, I thought, and this did not seem unnatural to me. I felt that I was just greeting a wonderful friend. I was also surprised how naturally the kisses came. My clumsy kisses with boys in my class stolen during parties and late night ‘study together’ sessions seemed like attempts by a child to drive a car when the daddy lets her sit in the driver’s seat. Don helped me take my coat off and as he looked at me, I saw him gasp. 

I wanted to dress up for a variety of reasons – I wanted to look attractive to him, it was his birthday and I was going to a party, but I also did not want to overdo since I was the only guest. I put on a beige knitted cardigan top, dark maroon and gray striped wool skirt, and black thigh-high boots. I chose a pink bra with tropical flowers embroidered on it with matching thongs, a set that my mother bought for me last year in Italy. As always, I also put on a yellow/golden silk scarf neatly tied around my neck with a knot at the back under my shoulder-length dark hair. As always I used my leather belt with yellow flowers stitched on the sides.

As Don gestured for me to sit down and poured coffee for me, he mentioned his interesting conversation with Mother. Apparently while I was on my way, she had called Don to make sure that I was well taken care of. She told him that I had never been alone with my previous boyfriends but since she knew Don she had let me spend a day with him. She even emphasized to Don that he should be kind to her. Speaking in her usual calm voice, Don told me, she was barely able to communicate her message. While I was red with embarrassment, Don continued to tease me about my being a spoiled mama’s girl.

Don was indeed nice to me, as I had expected. For me, it was like home. I felt that I had not only known him for decades, that this was also my home, and I had always belonged there. We looked at Don’s pictures, checked out his music selection, and I even got to admire his clothing collection. I was not a visitor – I belonged there.

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