He was the best of her lovers, to date. It was the type of love that began as if a spell were cast. She saw him first in night class. It was a creative writing class and he lit her imagination on fire. He was a few inches taller than her. Slim and athletic but shy and very modest.


He had a way about him. He reminded her of a of a fawn. He had a grace and a quiet that absorbed her. She gazed at him until he looked up. She caught his eyes and held as if a tangible connection had been made. She held him in her gaze, gently. She smiled shyly and took in his whole being, inside and outside. His skin was a warm olive, his hair a wild mass of curls, his eyes an earthy hazel that pulled her even deeper into him.


They met after class. It was a typical Spring evening in Southern California. The campus illuminated in lighting dotting the way to the parking lot. Together they walked to the cars. Occasionally speaking, neither of them experienced in the foreplay of dating. They ascended the concrete steps toward 2 lonely cars, one his one hers.


She remembered the awkward moments under the lights. She remembered how difficult it was to read his expression in the low light, but when their hands touched, there was no mystery of how each of them felt.


They took each other's hands and talked. She was close enough to smell him. He did not smell like the artificial chemicals sold to men in stores. He had his own natural scent that reminded her of moss and rain. A comforting scent that put her further at ease. They had to say good bye until another evening. He was too shy to ask her for her number. She, aware that any forward overture may frighten her fawn away.


Their first evening alone, in the college parking lot closed with a hug. An innocent hug that brought two lonely bodies together for a time long enough to pass an unconditional affection between each other. She remembers how his arms felt around her for the first time. The snug, even pressure contained her nerves and settled her while at the same time filling her with a desire for more. She remembered how his body felt, the texture of his sweater, the curve of his shoulders, the softness of his hands.


On her drive home, she watched the moon travel in the sky. She watched the rows of trees, side to side of the road, escorting her. She remembered having the windows down with the breeze blowing her hair. She remembered letting out a howl of pleasure. She howled for her fawn.

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