Disclaimer: Recess was created by Paul Germain & Joe Ansolabehere, and is owned by Disney. The story is being told by Spinelli.

Goodbye Childhood

TJ's hand was hot on my thigh. I liked what we were doing - I wanted to go further - but something kept saying that we should stop.

His hand slid down my leg and between my legs. I felt embarrassed, because I knew the wiry black hair was damp. I kissed him; it was the only way of stopping myself from saying that maybe we should-

'Oh,' I gasped. TJ's fingers made the breath choke in my throat.

His face was so close to mine that I felt him smile. 'Like that?'

'More than last time,' I said.

'I cut my nails a couple of days ago,' he admitted.

I laughed into his shoulder.

'It's not really fair,' he went on, dancing his fingers inside me. 'I'm giving you all this, and you aren't giving me anything.'

'I'm shy,' I protested.

He chuckled. 'The great Spinelli, shy? Here - give me your hand.'

He put my hand on his stomach and moved it down, following the line of hair that ran down from his belly button. The first time I saw that line of black hair, I stared; I couldn't work out why he had that, but no hair on his chest. He had hair on his face as well, really black hairs that rasped against my cheeks like a cat's tongue.

He felt soft under my hand. I was intrigued. I explored on my own, learning him by touch, feeling him rise, making him shut his eyes and swallow hard as I held him at the base and slowly began stroking him.

It was his turn to be taken by ecstasy.

And then he suddenly rolled over, and I thought he didn't like it; he was going to get dressed, walk home, and never talk to me again.

But he fiddled around in his jeans pockets and there was a foil wrapper between his finger and thumb.

'I know what that is,' I said.

'Only if you want to,' he warned.

'Right now,' I told him. I was scared that if we went another few moments without touching, I'd back out. Say maybe we could start again tomorrow. I had a sudden urge to ask Gretchen what I should do. All those books she had read, she'd be bound to know what I should do next.

'I'll put it on,' I told him. 'Roll on your back.'

It looked massive, lolled on that bed of brown hair between TJ's legs. I kissed his belly and opened the wrapper. The slimy ring oozed out onto the palm of my hand. It felt disgusting and it smelled weird. We once found a used rubber in the park, all wrinkled and stretched; TJ had picked up the thing with a stick, chasing us with it whilst we ran away screaming.

I rolled it down his shaft. I saw that little tit on the end of the rubber and smiled.

'You better not be laughing at me,' TJ said, but he was smiling.

I wriggled down beside him, and he got on his hands and knees, covering me. I leaned up and kissed him as he lowered himself. There was an awkward moment as he tried to find where he should be, pushing himself against my leg and then using his fingers as a guide.

And then the sensation came back, and I knew he was inside me.

I wanted us to be like that for ever. Not physically. The feeling of closeness, that we were the first for each other, of being so with one another.

And it's true, because we're special to each other. What we have is something we can't have with anyone else, because it's just not possible.

When it was over, we laid in my bed, laid with our arms around each other, just happy to lay in silence, our legs entangled, sweat of excitement on our skin.

I thought of Mickey; would he have said, Goodbye childhood, I'll not forget thee?

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