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THE PICNIC
Date: 2/9/2017, Categories: First Time Mature Taboo Author: brianbigdogsmith
... was I going to find out how she felt about it? How was I going to discover if there was even the slightest chance of her and I... "Danny?" Ellen said, craning her neck toward me in query and drawing me from my fantasies. "What ARE you thinking about? You've been off elsewhere all day today!" "Oh. Sorry." I answered, coming back to reality but still horny and curious. I had to take a chance and find out. "I was just thinking about when we were k**s." "Really." "Do you ever, Ellie?" "Ever what?" "Do you ever think about when we were k**s and remember the things we did together?" This was it, I told myself, as I saw her smile fade and could see her begin to think about it. The cat was out of the bag! I'd asked her and I was about to find everything out. Ellen looked into my eyes now and I suddenly felt her soft hand on mine, on the tabletop, and I grasped and held hers in mine as I'd wanted to. "I remember," she finally said. "I remember the time you rode me on the handlebars of your bike, all the way to the city pool, because I begged you to do it, and how Daddy gave you such a whipping, when he got home, for taking me so far away. I remember you making me kites and me losing them in trees minutes later and how you never complained about it. I remember the time you crawled down a spider infested storm drain just to recover my favorite Barbie when she fell down there." "You remember that?" ...
... "How could I ever forget? Danny, you were IT for me. If ever a little girl had a hero, you were mine." "I... I WAS?" "I remember you beating up the boy who pulled my hair, on the school bus, and how afraid of me he was from then on. I remember you walking for miles to sell all my Girl Scout cookies and then hugging me when I won the prize. I remember when I was eight and caught rheumatic fever and went u*********s and had to be taken to the hospital and the doctors told Mom and Dad that I probably wouldn't live through the night. And how, when I did wake up that morning, the first thing I saw was that huge poster they told me you stayed up all night making for me. The one that had PLEASE GET WELL ELLIE! written (what? - a thousand times?) in colored marker, with all those funny little water spots (you never did explain) dotted all over it. Danny, don't think for a moment that I don't remember every little thing we ever did growing up together because I do and I cherish every moment of it." I just stared at her as she spoke. The vision of her lovely face becoming blurred as my eyes began to water over. "Danny," she said now. "Danny, you're squeezing my hand so hard you're cut ting off the circulation to my fingers." "Oh, sorry," I told her, letting go of her and reaching for my napkin just as the escargot came and the waiter brought the ice bucket and the champagne stand. I used my napkin to dab at my eyes (on the sly) as the ...