Every time I hear a song by Collective Soul – any song – I’m taken back to the summer I was sixteen. I went to my first concert with a sort-of friend. She desperately wanted more friends, and I didn’t know how to tell people no. I had never been to a concert, and the boy I liked was going.
I remember flirting and desperately wanting to be kissed by this boy. A wiry boy with sharp features, short hair, and a too-deep voice for such a young age. He could do things with his tongue and his hands that I had never experienced before, and I wanted him to keep doing those things to me.
That evening, while the band rocked on, he pressed himself into my backside. I could feel his hardness. I didn’t understand the moist desire between my thighs, but I liked what he made me feel. He wrapped his arms around my middle, and I pretended I knew what to do with what I felt prodding against the round underside of my ass.
A song came on the radio earlier this week, and I closed my eyes and remembered that feeling of being young, free, and wild. I was too young to understand what I felt nearly eighteen years ago, but now I know that I felt my femininity, the early bloom of the sexual being I am today, on that night with that young man. I can still feel the flush on my cheeks, the tightening of my nipples, the dryness in my mouth, the wetness in my core – and all that I need is a song.
Over the years, through good times and bad, whenever I hear Collective Soul, I smile, remembering a distant memory that still brings me secret pleasure.
Thank you, Wicked Wednesday, for giving me a reason to relive such delicious memories. I’ve carried that memory with me through many a tough road. Instead of pining for something I no longer have, I smile at the innocence and squirm with the desire.
At the time it would have seemed such a wicked thing, now it is such a sweet memory.
Exactly…I think the wickedness (for lack of a better word) comes from how I physically react to the memory, even now… 🙂
Memories are a wonderful thing…
Yes they are. 🙂
There is no wickedness to this post at all. We can’t go back to those days, nor would we want to. But isn’t it great to think fondly of those awkward times, when that song comes on the radio? To know what we were feeling was an awakening to our true selves. Your post made me all kinds of nostalgic. Thank you Kayla. <3
You are completely right. And you’re welcome. 🙂
What a wonderful memory. 🙂
🙂 Thank you.
I love how a song can take you back to earlier years, to memories…
Thanks for sharing 🙂
I do, too…I adore music – I have a physical, visceral reaction to many songs…
Oh memories and the ones of our innocence can be sweet or bitter but they are all memories that have relevance in how they influenced what we are today.
What a lovely memory you have shared here.
That is so very true…thank you. 🙂
I know this song! It also causes memories for myself as well.
Good ones, I hope! 🙂
That is amazing you would remember that from so long ago and it sounds like you had a good time. Thanks for sharing!
Sometimes I have a mind like a steel trap…other times, it’s like a sieve… 🙂
oh those sweet memories of a time of innocent youth. I think we all have a song or band that makes them rush in like a flood. Thank you for sharing
Now if you will excuse me I am about to go listen to ACDC who made who 😉
Ahhhh, AC/DC…good choice…
Godsmack brings back memories, too…those songs make me want to fuck…hard. 🙂
What a wonderful memory, Kayla. And well told as usual!
🙂 Thank you!
Your breaching femininity here is wondrous…..youth isn’t necessarily wasted on the young.
No it isn’t… 🙂
I am sitting here smiling. 🙂
Thanks for sharing…
Awwww! Thanks! I am too. 🙂