1998

 - I'm getting married -said the voice over the phone -

The rest of the conversation was a blur.

Ironically; Iris was playing on the sound system. Numb after that phone call, she went straight to the cabinet and open a whiskey that had been sitting for quite a while. The news called for something stronger than wine. 

All of a sudden, she was back in highschool. And she was in love, she loved the only way she could; obsessively and deeply.

***

It was a pretty humid summer morning and the a/c unit was struggling to keep up. The classroom was half empty. Those last days before summer holidays made everyone daydream of freedom. 

She was sitting right in front of the teacher's desk, giving her advantage over her archenemy, the other most talented student in her class.

And then the room became luminous. The object of her desires had arrived with wet hair and smelling like CK One.  His disarming smile, the way his body moved, those broad shoulders and strong arms that loved squeezing her in a hug. She loved everything about him. 

He sat behind her, and not by accident. Everyone knew they were, not an item, but they were something. Pulled his school desk closer to hers, legs wide open, so he could trap her and keep his hands on her at any given time. Whenever they were supposed to be studying, found ways to touch the other in ways that made them crave more. 

The day transpired in slow motion. The new chemistry professor understood the lack of interest in those dog days so dismissed the class half an hour early. 

Everyone gathered at the gate of the school, asking and wanting to be asked out for the afternoon.  The seniors were going to the river and asked a selected few to join them. 

The drive there was a crazy one as the Impala they were in was packed to the brim, full of sweaty and horny teens.

They parked on the farthest place they could find. She and her lover found a patch of undisturbed tall grass facing an abandoned little old broken boat no one bothered to remove from the shore, it looked like it was still waiting for its last ride before rotting away.

A generous hand provided them with couple of warm beers they shared between kisses and clumsy attempts of some kind of intimacy, unbuttoning shirts and caressing tender flesh.

Not long after, their buddies called them back. Hesitantly, went back to the car. There were few guys who dared to swim on the brown waters, so the car stank like wet animal. Lowering the windows didn't help that much. 

They got dropped a block from her place and since they were still hungry for the other, she sneaked him into the house successfully.

The window of her bedroom was bathed by the late afternoon sun and the light broke into little rainbows all over. They locked themselves into the room and started devouring each other's lips.

Clumsy hands removed the knitted vest and undid her shirt buttons until the plaid skirt, luckily the zipper was on her right side and was easy to manage.  

The warmth of his hands on her lower belly drove her into a trance, his fingers traced the dark hair all the way down, until he found what he was searching for and buried them in her. Fire between her legs.

The way he kept on kissing her at the same time, will be seared in her memory forever. She was almost there when he asked with his eyes. And with her eyes she answered.

The radio was playing faintly in the background. When she felt him entering, everything else faded. They were inexperienced and self aware but it didn't matter much. They were learning together, sharing a most beautiful experience, love and lust.

For an angel started playing.

That was how they lost their virginity to the other in that hot summer afternoon. 

***

She felt sadness. All those years later, she was still in love with him. 

He was getting married.

The whiskey glass glistening with the light. Empty.

Like her.

To H.

...Carax...