I was 13 years old, it was a wonderful birthday party. All my friends from school were there. I was surrounded by my family and friends, but one person was missing, the most important, the one who was always by my side. We had known each other for a few years, he lived right next to my house. Then I saw him, he came to where I was wearing worn jeans and a blue sky shirt —which was my favorite color lately — and made his eyes stand out. He stood beside me as he held a box in his hands.
—Happy birthday Ana. —he said, offering me the gift box that I easily took from his hands, it weighed nothing.
—Thank you. —I smiled back at him. —We're going to cut the cake, I was waiting for you to arrive. —I said to him, putting the box on the table along with the other gifts and pulling his hand towards where the cake was.
The afternoon passed quickly as I enjoyed my birthday. My friends started to leave and I started to open the gifts leaving Chris' for the end. It was only a few minutes ago that he had left when I opened his gift and to my surprise the box was empty. This could only be a joke from him as he had so many times done to me. On other occasions when he had done the same thing he was always waiting for me in the backyard. I quickly dropped the box and ran out into the yard. Chris was with his back to me, watching the sunset, he had not noticed my presence. I approached him and as I was coming to his side he turned to me smiling.
—Look what beautiful sunset. —he said to me, offering me his hand and pulling me until I was next to him.
—Very beautiful. —I replied as I watched the sun go down.
—You came for your gift, didn't you? —he said turning to me as he smiled at me. I loved it when he smiled at me like that.
—Do you have it with you? —I asked him with emotion, although I couldn't see him with any box.
—Yes, I didn't put it in a box because it didn't fit. —he said to me as he stared at me.
—Is it that big? —I asked him, smiling.
—Close your eyes. —he asked me.
I did what he told me, waiting anxiously for my gift. Then I felt his warm lips on mine, just touching them. I had never imagined that my first kiss would be like this. My heart exploded with joy. My first kiss, and it was with no other than the boy I liked, my neighbor, Christian...
I opened my eyes by pushing him briefly, making him separate his lips from mine. I didn't know how long he had been kissing me, although I didn't really feel like he had. Rather, I felt a tingling in my lips, as if he had just rubbed them together.
—Don't you want to try? —he asked me, frowning.
—Chris! I said excitedly as I stared him in the eyes. I remembered you, I remember the first kiss we gave each other. —I said to him as he looked at me now with surprise and curiosity, slightly smiling.
—Really! I only brushed your lips, I wonder what would happen if... —but I didn't have time to react.
He quickly brought his lips closer to mine and kissed me more deeply this time. Now I felt his warm and hurried lips on mine as he slipped his tongue into my mouth making me moan slightly. Hundreds of sensations were unleashed inside me as I let myself be carried around tangling my hands in his hair. As he squeezed me by the waist I stuck more to his warm body. And then hundreds of flashes began to invade my mind as his kiss became more intense at each moment. Memories of him kissing me, devouring my lips in thousands of different ways. My mind was stunned by so many things at the same time. And I briefly separated myself from him by breaking the contact of our lips.
—Please tell me you remembered something else. —he said to me, staring me in the eyes while I smiled at him like an idiot.
—I remembered. —I said to him, sliding one of my hands down his cheek, feeling his insipient beard under my fingers.
—What did you remember, I'm curious. —he smiled seductively at me.
—I remembered your kisses. —I said to him as I approached him and kissed him. —And how addictive they are. —I replied, making him laugh.
—Then you're remembering everything in parts. —he said to me thoughtfully.
—Yes, I seem to remember as things happen.
And after saying this I began to think well. If I had remembered how he touch me by giving me his hand, I had remembered his kisses by rubbing his lips with mine. But what would happen if..., I smiled to myself and saw nothing wrong with trying.
—I want us to try something. —I said to him as I directed my hands towards his shirt and began to loosen the buttons slowly as I looked him in the eyes.
Christian didn't take his eyes off mine, apparently he didn't believe what I was doing when just a few days ago I didn't want anything to do with him. I didn't really believe it myself, but I had remembered much more than his kisses.
—Are you sure you want to do this? —he told me anxiously as I finished unzipping the shirt and pulled it off his shoulders.
—I've actually remembered more things.
—What things? he asked intrigued.
—I remember your passionate kisses. —I said to him as I slid my hands over his shoulders. —Your lips burning through my body. —and at that moment I moved my lips to slide them across his bare chest, feeling a groan escaping from him.
—Why do you want to do this, there's no hurry. —he said to me as I lifted my face and taking his face in my hands made him stare me in the eyes.
—I remember being in love with you Christian and I want to finish remembering everything. I want to make love with you Chris, I want to feel your lips running slowly through my body, I want to remember what it feel having you inside of me. —and at that moment I felt once again his lips over mine.
His hands went towards my waist and he carried me, in one quick movement as he walk with me to my room. He was giving me kisses down my neck that made a moan escape me. He laid me on the bed and began to slowly undress me, igniting every nerve end of my body. Making me remember more and more things as his lips descended through my body more and more. I felt his warm lips and his tongue sliding down my skin as his hands slowly undressed me into underwear. He separated from me by standing in front of the bed, and I sat on the edge of the bed as I watched him smile at me in such a way that was beginning to look so familiar. I felt my cheeks burning, I didn't remember that anyone had seen me in my underwear, even though I had already slept with him, I had imagined it had been on more than one occasion.
—I love it when you blush. —he said, leaning towards me and putting a hand on my cheek.
I raised my hands and slid them down his naked torso, feeling his muscles under my hands. Seeing how his body shuddered at my touch. When I reached his pants, my hands froze. I had to go on, or let him go on.
—You don't have to be afraid, we can continue on another occasion, I have waited so long for you to remember me, I'm not in a hurry. —he said to me as he put his hands on mine and stared me in the eyes.
—I don't want to wait, it's just that in theory this is something new for me, I still don't remember sleeping with you.
—Then let me go on, let me guide you. —he said as he moved my hands away and quickly lowered the jeans to boxers only.
Then he leaned his face towards mine and as he kissed me he lay me down on the bed until I lay down and he lay on me. With right hands and without separating for a moment his lips from mine, he finished undressing me and then took off his boxers, separating briefly from me. We were both naked, I could feel his limb pressing against my thigh as his lips slipped down my neck reaching up to my breasts and taking one of them on my lips making me moan. Every moment I became more and more excited until I lost control of my body.
Her lips went up again until they reached mine as he stood in my entrance rubbing his limb against my clitoris. Then he separated briefly from me as he looked me in the eyes and after gluing his lips to mine, he entered me. His lips moved slowly over mine making me groan as I felt him come in and out of me slowly and cadencedly. His lips devoured me slowly, at the same rhythm as his envelopes. He made love to me in a tender and sweet way that little by little was unleashing hundreds of memories and sensations that had been hidden inside me for some time.
He went in and out of myself with paused movements, reaching to the deepest part of my interior making me groan and exclaim its name. His lips silenced mine and he began to move in and out of me faster, causing my muscles to contract more and more around him. The memories passed through my mind quickly, later I would have to process many things.
—Ana! —he exclaimed against my lips making me open my eyes until that moment closed. —I love you. —he said as I stared at him and then that brief memory of him when he first told me invaded my mind.
—I love you Chris! —I exclaimed, feeling as I reached orgasm and Christian filled me completely before collapsing on top of me, arriving with a groan and exclaiming my name.
A while later Christian came out of me and hugged me against him. I laid my head on his chest feeling as his heart frantically beat desperately to get out. And as I calmed my heartbeat I fell asleep as Christian slid one hand through my hair.
—Honey, wake up. —a sweet, melodious voice that I knew perfectly said to me.
I curled even more against his chest and pressed my eyes tightly so as not to wake up.
—If you keep sleeping, we'll be late for work. —he whispered in my ear making me open my eyes and raise my head a little to observe him better.
—You don't know how much I wanted to hear you call me that way again. —I said to him as he smiled at me and pulled a lock of hair away from my face.
—I see you've remembered a lot of things, or I'm wrong. —he said to me, raising an eyebrow.
—You're not wrong. —I said to him smiling.
—What else did you remember? —he asked me as I smiled and slid one hand across his chest and abdomen.
—I remember how you wake up in the mornings. —I said to him while I took his rigid limb in my hand and he laughed strongly.
—Then it worked. Have you remembered everything? —he asked curiously.
—Every little detail is fresh in my memory. —I said to him as I slid my hand up and down his limb.
—But apparently you've forgotten what to do with what you have in your hand, you don't think it's enough anymore. —he said to me while I laughed.
—No, I haven't had enough yet. —I seductively said to him as I sat on him and put his limb inside me.
—You know we'll be late for work, right? —he said to me with a gasping breath and letting out a groan.
—You are the boss, you will find an excuse to justify us. —I said to him as I began to move over him resting my hands on both sides of his head and joining our lips to silence our groans.
—In the end you haven't told me what happened at the club. —I asked him as he looked at me for a moment thoughtful.
It was noon and we were sitting in a cafeteria near the MET with a hamburger in front of each one accompanied by a soda. I had remembered everything I had forgotten, well, almost everything. There was only one thing I couldn't remember, the accident.
—They're still investigating. —he replied, looking away from me, and I didn't know why I felt that he wasn't telling me everything.
—But you know what happened, don't you? —I asked him as he stared at me.
He stared at me for a while, thinking whether to tell me or not, until he answered me.
—Apparently it was provoked. —he answered me as I opened my eyes in shock at what he had just said to me.
—Who wanted to do that to the club? —I asked more for myself but he answered me.
—I don't know, but believe me I'm not going to stop until I find out who's responsible for all this. —he said very seriously. —Didn't you remember anything about the accident? —he said, changing the subject.
—No, I think that's the only thing I don't remember. —I answered him sincerely. —I only know what you told me happened. —I said to him as he stretched out his hands to take mine in his.
—Don't worry, Ana, we'll find the guilty of your accident as well. —he said as he kissed my knuckles and gave me a tender smile.
—Let's finish lunch. —I said to him, smiling and ending that conversation.