It was the summer between high school and college, that I first noticed Ellen. I was at the beach, with some friends, mostly tanning and watching the people.
Since the week that spring at my Aunt Judy's house, I was noticing the girls as much as if not more than the boys. Ellen came out of the water to my right, her long black hair in a braid down her back, almost to her waist, a wet, green,
one-piece bathing suit clinging to her body. As she jogged in front of me to where her blanket was, I couldn't help but follow her with my eyes. She was a few of years older than I was, maybe 22, had a beautiful smile and a lovely
shape. I remember thinking then how nice it would be to kiss her lips and caress
her body.
