Why the time fly so fast?  It seems was yesterday when he was mine.  Today, is impossible to not see him everywhere.  He is on the radio, on the news, on the magazines… I heard he is now filming a movie!.  But, there was a time when I knew a boy that wasn’t this kind of worldwide famous.  He was popular indeed, I know there have been always girls around him, fans.  But, now is ridiculous. I can’t even call him like I used to, because he has changed his phone number several times.

I can’t help feel melancholic about the time we spend together when we both were young. I mean teenagers, learning about life. 

My dad worked on Motown, so I spend my whole childhood frequenting the studio, and thats how I met him, and his brothers and a lot of another artists. But he was special to me, because I was almost his age back then.  And we used to play together, when it was possible. We were friends and I had a lot of fun with him.  But as we grow up, our friendship turned a little bit to a romantic relationship.  It wasn’t planned that way.  Just happened because we both turned into a curious teenagers and we both started to feel something more deep for each other.  You can blame hormones if you want, but I know there was love too.  I can’t believe we were so close and now, all that is just a memory on my mind.

But I remember too well.  It was the spring of 1975, and we were talking about our selves.  He was telling me how hard it was for him to have a girlfriend, because of his kind of life. He said that his father always wanted to control everything in his life, even that kind of things.  And out of that, his popularity also was a problem to him, because he lived almost confined in his home or at work.  He said sometimes the stage was the only place where he felt free. So, he asked me:  Do you have a boyfriend? But I bet he knew the answer. 

- No, I don’t.  Actually I guess you are the closest thing as I boyfriend by now in my life.

He smiled, and then he added: I have never thought on you as a girlfriend before, because I guess it wasn’t necessary for me.  I know you for so long and I have always pictured you as a nice friend.  But, I must recognize, with time you have grow and now I can see your beauty, better than before.  You are a beautiful young girl.

We started to date then, but on secret.  Soon the passionate kisses arrives.  Every time we spend together, we felt the urgency of touch our selves and express this new love we were feeling.  I was a virgin back then and he knew.  I was a little afraid of going too far with him, because I wanted to wait till I get married to finally give it.  I was afraid to get pregnant.  I had a lot of worries.  Specially on those times.  My parents always wanted to know all my moves, because sex was a crime.  Something impossible to me.  But out of all that problems, everytime I was with him, kissing him and feeling his heart beating close to me… looking his beautiful eyes and his magic smile…  I felt, all that barriers dissapears softly, in his arms. I said to him:

- Baby, if you keep loving me like this, I don’t know what I’m gonna do. 

He stopped the kisses. And he said: - If you want I can stop.  But, you must know that I don’t want to.  I would go even more further if you let me.  I know, baby… you don’t have to tell me.  You must know I will respect your desires always over mines.

He looked so fine.  He loved to wear his shirt open, so I could watch his naked chest.  I was dying inside.  I told him:

- The problem is that I want you.  But, I know is dangerous.  I wish I could want you less, because I don’t know what will happen if I just let go my feelings for you.

He hugged me.  We stay a minute on silence.  And then he said:

- I always gonna protect you.  I’m also new on this kind of feelings. We can learn together, but you can be sure, I never going to do something you don’t want to do.

He was very understanding. So the first time we could be together with the enough privacy to experiment a little bit more with each other, we had an agreement.  I could experiment sexual pleasure with him, but he would not try to be inside of me. So I could relax, knowing I could still keep my virginity.
 
We were so young and so horny.  It was delicious to know we could release our selves.  We started with kisses on bed.  Kisses on our lips, then everywhere.  Hands, touching our bodies with no shame or fear, only pleasure.  Suddenly, our clothes started to bother us.  But he didn’t lose his delicate way of be with me. He undress me softly… kissing me while my skin started to appears, revealing my nudity to him.  I also wanted to feel his skin against mine.  I took his pants off, and we stayed with just our underwear for awhile. I felt he had this amazing boner.  I couldn’t help to start to rub my self against his sex. That was my first experience with a man in my life.  I still remember his eyes… almost close, showing me his excitement.  His open lips, moaning quietly.  I was having the most exciting experience of my life there.  But, even knowing I couldn’t go as far I wanted then… I asked him to remove his underwear. He said: - Are you sure?.   I replied: -Yes, I am.  Let me feel you a little bit better.

He obeyed me without complain, so I could feel the softness of his sex, against my wet crotch. I wrapped it between my legs. The feeling was incredible.  It was like be there covering his delicious stick with my own honey.   The pleasure was intense.  I felt my first orgasm rubbing my self against him.  I had him all wet with my juice.  And I think he liked too, because he used to say “I love you” almost without voice.  When he couldn’t hold it anymore he also had his orgasm but not between my legs, he moved his self to keep me safe.

We ended that evening embraced on bed, covered on our sweat.  Breathing hard, but on silence.

It was sad to can’t continue with our relation.  Our families started to suspect about our closeness and we felt persecuted.  Everytime was more hard to see us on private, so everything turned complicated.  I guess he still remember me with love, as I remember him when I see his pictures on the media. 

Michael, do you remember the time, when we fell in love?… we were young and innocent then.