One day I was sitting in there when I heard Rohn’s voice. My grandfather said something back to her and then called my name. I went to the door. She was wearing a white shirt and old jeans and loafers. Rohn didn’t look like a boy and she didn’t look like a girl. I was afraid that my grandparents would see what I saw. If they did, they’d take it away from me. But Grandma kept on working in the tomatoes and Grandpa went back to help her. Only the dog followed Rohn over, sniffing her.

“Hi.”

I asked her into my playhouse. The curtains could be pinned closed, and I could hear footsteps on the wooden steps if need be.

Her shirt smelled of starch; it was a white so new and clean that it had a bluish tinge. I kissed it. I kissed her. Her teeth touched my tongue. She sucked it. She had such a fine mouth. We hardly ever talked. I knew what she wanted from me, and she could have all she wanted. That particular day she was going to take much more than I’d ever imagined she could.

We pressed against each other, all our clothes on, and I felt her soft breasts pressing mine. I breathed in, and pressed against them more. It’s the feeling I still like best when I’m with a woman. Those round soft tits pushing.

We lay on the floor tight and moving just a little. She kissed, with her lips parted slightly and soft and moist, first my mouth, then my cheeks and my nose and my throat.

I started to pull down my shorts. She grinned; sometimes she just did that, out of the blue, like a Cheshire cat. I wonder what went on in her mind.

I kneeled in front of her, and she cupped my buttocks in her hands and squeezed them. She put her mouth on my shoulder, right at the stem of my neck and sucked a bit until I had more of a welt than a hickey. She bit me, and I drew in the pain like a scorching breath.

I had my hands all in her hair. In the silk and the curls. I loved that hair. I felt it on my hands when I awoke in the night. Outside the kitchen door I heard the dog give a loud yawn, and then, I think, he turned around and lay down.

We kissed. She worked her hand around in front and slid it right between my vulva lips. She wriggled her finger a little, and I groaned and squeezed her to me. Her other hand was still squeezing and rubbing my behind. She kissed my neck, rubbed her mouth up to my ear, and stuck her tongue in. I laughed and pulled my head away.