The moon lit up the night sky, shining brightly despite being enveloped by dark, miserable clouds.
The curfew in our small town took effect at sunset. I knew that if I was caught wandering the streets at this time, I would spend the rest of that night in the local jail. It is a horrible place: they take your personal belongings and anything of value, they give you no food or water, and the jailer would jab you sharply with the end of his broom when you fell asleep. He was a cruel man. I can remember his smug grin staring down at me when I last woke up in his jail. My father would pay the bail for my release, but his shop was raided by thieves a few days ago. He lost a lot of stock, and they made good their escape with all the money in my father's purse. I fear that if I am caught, then he won't be able to pay for my release.
With this in mind, I broke into a run along the last few hundred feet to the arts and crafts store where my father worked and lived his life. My father was a kind man, but very strict. I'd help him during the morning, and then go and visit my friends in the town square. He always wanted me back one hour before sunset, and I would usually be back before then, but today was different. She was in our town again.
When I first met her, I was amazed at how much we had in common. She was beautiful, with dark brown hair and glowing hazel eyes. Everytime she came to our town to see her relatives, I'd think of nothing but her for days, going on weeks. Those thoughts and feelings would then drift to the back of my mind, and I would tell myself that she isn't coming back.
I always feel this excitement and energy whenever I hear that she is coming to town, and I was overcome with joy when I heard she'd be staying with her relatives for a few days. My friends and I were racing each other through the crowded streets in the town centre today, when I saw those eyes. I was in a daze, as she gave me that warm smile and walked over to me, carrying her book. She was shy, and mostly spends her time in quiet spots to relax. She loved getting away from the city and the cacaphony that surrounds it. I could have raced anytime; the chance to spend time with just was a very rare opportunity. My friends would be left in a frustrated and confused state as they determined my absence.
I whiled the afternoon away at her relatives' luxurious house, sitting with her on the balcony. As we watched the sunset, a wicked idea had came across her mind. She took me by the hand, and we tiptoed past her sleeping relatives, through the darkening streets, up to her retreat overlooking the town. You could oversee the sunbaked streets, and the muscular men who enforced the curfew looked like insects scurrying through cracks in the pavement. We lay on the hillside, and gazed up at the moon, shining brightly, obscured by nothing. She told me that she would think of me for days, going on weeks when she left here. She told me that she always highly anticipated returning here, so we could meet again. I told her how disheartened I'd be when she left, and how beautiful she was, the moon light bouncing back off those radiant hazel eyes. She slowly leant over and kissed me. She told me she might be in love. I was surprised she was so open with me tonight, as we usually talk only about little things, and our words are kept light hearted. She undone her summer dress, and the light from the pool shimmered across her silky smooth skin as she kissed me again. She told me that this was the first time she had been with a man, and urged me to be gentle with her. I could not speak, only nod my head nervously as she took my hand and placed it gently but firmly on her right breast. This was my first time also; I had never received any attention like this from any of the girls who stayed around the town square, or who came into my father's store and laughed at my poor handiwork. I told myself to relax, as I stroked her thigh and grinned at her. She gave me a naughty wink, and we spent that evening together in tranquility.
I woke up an hour later, to find her head laying peacefully on my chest. The clouds began to conceal the moon as the rain started to fall upon the hillside. I woke her up gently and said that we should return to our homes. My father would be sleeping at this time, allowing me to sneak in hopefully undetected. I knew he would remember my absence during sunset the next morning, and would make me work for no pay for the rest of the week as punishment. I was aware of this, but I felt I'd never have this opportunity again. She hid her book underneath a bush, and we walked hurriedly down the cobbled stones, hand-in-hand. Fortunately, all the adults were at the weekly town meeting, discussing the recent outbreak of robberies from shops and townspeople. Her house wasn't far from the hillside, and I was able to take her there through the streets and shortcuts without incident. We shared a passionate kiss, and she said how she would love to meet again tomorrow. I was in enough trouble as it was, but I found myself nodding nervously again despite my concerns of the curfew and my father. She gave out a giggle, and waved goodbye as she shut the door quietly, as to not wake anyone.
My father's shop was at the opposite end of town, about a mile away from her house. There was a high risk of being caught, but I knew the streets well. I strafed along street corners, leapt over walls, and creeped under windows through the town square. As I glanced at the jail, I could see that jailer in the window, asleep on his chair, broom in hand. I detested that place, and was determined never to go back there. I took off my shoes and ran barefoot across the pavement, my footsteps almost inaudible to the guards.
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