I had a hole in my thoughts where Free used to be, like I had for CJ and Jelly. When someone is gone for a long time, what made them so wonderful starts to fade. All that’s left is the memory that they were special to you.
Things changed after Free left Skate Whirled. Rhonda and I still went, still did our routines, but it seemed pointless if Free wasn’t there to watch. Still, I was determined not to give up on Free. Something told me we were meant to be together, and I told myself he felt the same thing about me. Maybe a little harmless practicing with other boys wouldn’t be such a bad idea. After all, I would be fifteen one day…
I told Rhonda how I’d held “Macho Nacho” contests and how the boys had eaten the jalapeños off the nachos so it’d burn my lips when I kissed them. She loved the idea and together we created the new-and-improved “Hot Lips Game” and made the two of us the official judges. We picked a handful of boys to buy nachos with extra jalapeño peppers from the concession stand and while we ate the nachos, we dared the boys to eat as many hot peppers as they could. We sat side by side on the orange carpet-covered benches judging who had the the hottest lips as the boys took turns kissing us.
Every Saturday night boys lined up to play the “Hot Lips Game.” Rhonda said it was a great way to practice our kissing. One night when the peppers were hotter than usual and my poor lips felt blistered and raw, Rhonda reached over, and put her hand on the back of my neck. In the darkness, she pulled my face to hers like she was going to whisper something to me, but instead, I felt her mouth on mine. Her tongue was softer and less rushed than the boys. Sucking on my bottom lip, she pulled back. “Just wanted to see what I was missing,” she said, grinning.
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