I don't remember her name. I do remember her big brown eyes and her full pink lips that were slick with strawberry gloss. I remember that her hair was thick and dark and that her teeth were sharp and white. I remember that night like it was yesterday. But I don't remember her name.
I remember the way her hips would move to the loud, pounding dance music. I remember clutching my plastic cup filled with beer for dear life as I watched her move closer to me. I remember her scent, so sweet, so tangy, so powerful. I remember her making me want to lose all control. I remember her pulling me into the middle of the floor to dance. I grabbed her round hips and moved with her.
"Do you want to get out of here?" she asked me, those lips tickling against my ear.
"Yes," I managed to stammer out.
I can't believe that I almost lost my cool over this girl. I was always a ladies man. I was always in control. But this girl made me start to sweat and feel dizzy. Looking back on that night, maybe it was the two cups of beer that I had been drinking instead.
She grabbed my head and led me out of the room. Her hands were so soft. I remember climbing up the long stair case and finding myself inside a dark bedroom. This was the moment my friends had all told me about. Part of me was glad this was happening. I didn't want to be the only fifteen year old virgin in the school. The other part of me was so afraid.
She smiled, flashing those pearly whites, as she pulled me onto the bed next to her. She took my plastic cup and took a deep sip of the beer. She licked her lips and I ached to kiss them. I leaned in for the kiss and soon found her velvet lips pulsating beneath mine. I began to feel this desire. It was this feeling I had never really gotten before.
My hands roamed over her orange sized breasts and down to her round hips that seemed to fit perfectly in my hands. I rolled onto my back with her body on top of mine. My hands slid up her shirt, unhooking her bra. Before I knew it I was tugging those cute pink panties down over those round hips and about to embark on something I had only dreamed about. I remember her trembling.
I remember how awkward it was at first. Neither one of us knew what we were doing, but that made it ok. Her skin was so soft and smelled so good. The feeling of her tightening around me was heavenly. She moaned against my neck before biting down.
So much pain mixed with the pleasure. She bled a little and I think she cried. I held her afterwards and stroked that soft dark hair. It was a night I'll never forget. I just wish I could remember her name.
Three years later, I saw her again. I could never forget those round hips and big brown eyes. Those eyes always reminded me of sad puppy ones. We both just stared at each other for awhile before my eyes moved to the toddler she balanced on her hip. Fuck, we had never used protection now that I think about it.
She hugged the little girl closer to her before she whispered my name.
"Drake."
I shivered a little as she said my name. It reminded me of that night when she screamed it out before digging her purple polished nails down my back. The little girl leaned her head against her shoulder and started to doze off.
"Taya," I replied, finally remembering her name.
She smiled a little and rearranged the sleeping child on her hip.
"Is she...mine?" I asked, suddenly growing afraid.
I think it took her a lot of power to nod. We went to a table in the back and talked. She had named our daughter Lucy. Her parents were helping. She thought she would never see me again. I didn't want to tell her that I had never wanted to see her again.
I held her as she cried. I didn't know what else to do. I could have left. I could have left her and my daughter and not thought twice about it, but for some reason I wouldn't allow myself to. At least I had finally remembered her name.