1st Hike

When I got back to California from Canada Johnny and I couldn’t wait to see each other.  He took me hiking in Malibu and we fucked on the peak of a lookout point.  I remember being so nervous until our lips met again.  I remember wondering if I was saying the right thing or if he thought I was cool until our lips met again.  Because once our lips met again nothing fucking mattered and I wasn’t worried and suddenly everything made sense.  Why does fucking on a rock in the middle of nowhere make so much sense right now.  Why does it feel like my insides are alive like never before?  What is this fucking feeling.


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