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I thought this deserved its own topic after I finished buffing the story up. Not saying it couldn't use some further tweaking, but I'm not ready to do any right now! So therefore, in case someone missed the original post, here it is again - new and improved. 
Written for a very special lady!
"Kissing 101"
"Listen up, people", Miss Carmicle yelled, standing in front of the blackboard. Mike came to with a start, his mind had been wandering and now he suddenly had no idea what the old hag had been talking about! "You will pair up two and two, just like I explained, and then go through the exercises calmly and in a proper manner! I will not tolerate any childish or foolish behavior. There will be no groping or such, or you'll answer to the Dean. Is that understood?" Some other boy giggled in a kind of immature manner and Miss Carmicle's icy eyes immediately started scanning the classroom for the perpetrator. "This is an obligatory subject! You will treat this in a serious manner, is that completely clear?", she barked sharply.
Huh? Pairs? Groping? What's the old bat talking about? Mike was quite confused all of a sudden. 'What class is this anyway?', he thought to himself as he started to frantically search through all his pockets for his schedule as the other students got out of their chairs and started to seek out their partner, a partner they already seemed to know. MAN, it was just the first week after summer break and he's already going to get himself in trouble!
Now he saw a pattern develop... Boy, girl. Boy, girl. Boy... Girl... ...Except for him that was. He realized he was the odd boy left out!
Miss Carmicle looked at him, a small grin on her face. "Looks like it's going to be you and me, Michael Kensington", she said kind of smugly.
Mike folded out the slightly wrinkled schedule, and his face paled. Oh no. This was NOT happening! Not with Miss Carmicle! He saw the dried-up spinster lick her much too lipsticky lips and start to walk down to the back row where he was sitting! The boy tensed up, considering briefly to just get up and run away, but Miss Carmicle would probably grab him and, and force herself upon his virgin flesh or something...!
Suddenly the door to the classroom burst open, making everybody's heads turn, including the teacher with her greying bun of hair at the back of her sinewy neck. In almost tumbled another boy, his plaid green-and-blue shirt unbuttoned and wafting around him, backpack bouncing behind him! He stopped immediately as he saw all the other faces focused straight onto him. "Uhh... Sorry I'm late...", he said sheepishly, his face starting to blush. "I'm new in town, I... Uh, I couldn't find, um, the school... The classroom?"
"Never mind that", Miss Carmicle interrupted, not interested in his excuses. "You're Robin Lefler?"
The new boy nodded. "Uh, yes Ma'am. That's right."
The teacher seemed somewhat disappointed as she returned to her desk and noted in her papers the arrival of the new student. "I was hoping you'd be a girl", she mused. "...So we'd have an even number of pairs." She got up out of her seat again. "Very well, this will have to do. Join Mr. Kensington down in the corner there. You know what to do, right?"
"Yes Ma'am." Robin turned to look. He blushed, seeing another boy sitting right by the windows, an empty seat next to him. A giggle came from parts of the class, making Miss Carmicle frown again.
"I'm sure Michael and Robin are equally uncomfortable with the current situation", she growled to the class. "Let's not make it any worse for them shall we?", then turned to the new student. "It cannot be helped", she explained to Robin. "Now go on, don't just stand there!"
Mike saw the other boy approach, he was suddenly so nervous his palms were all sweaty. In fact, much of his entire body seemed clammy all of a sudden, and he noticed his hands were shaking. The new student approached, he'd made no move to tuck in his flannel shirt into his baggy dark-blue Wu Tang Clan jeans, making his black T-shirt with a rapper print on it show through. The boy had a slim build with kind of long, straight mouse-brown hair (much in contrast to Mike's almost black semi-curls), hair that suddenly seemed soft and inviting somehow. Mike jerked at his odd thought, unable to understand why he was thinking such thoughts! Why was he suddenly all sweaty and shaking at the prospect of kissing another boy?!
"Uh... I was told...", the new student said hesitantly, now standing almost right next to the still sitting Mike.
Mike jerked again! "Oh, sorry", he said quickly and removed his own backpack from the unclaimed seat and leaned it against the wall next to his chair, then he stood up, holding out his hand (that he'd discreetly - he hoped - wiped off on his own comfort-fit Levis). "I'm Michael", he said, trying to sound confident but it came out more like a croak. "Most people call me Mike though", he said and blushed rather badly.
Robin tried to smile as he hesitantly grasped the other boy's handshake in a light grip. Mike couldn't help himself, he was staring into the other boy's eyes, they were a pale blue in color, and his skin was kind of pale too and smooth. Robin had a rather narrow face with maybe not hollow, but definitely not full cheeks, again in contrast to Mike which had a wider face that was more rounded overall. He also noticed the other boy had a mole above and a little to the right of the right corner of his mouth, and he wore a silver chain around his neck and a stud with a sparkly stone in his left ear. "Pleased to meet you", the boy croaked back in an even gravellier voice, then blushed as he tried to clear his throat, succeeding only partly. "I'm, uh, well I'm Robin, but you already knew that, right?" Mike nodded, hearing the nervousness in the other's speech and relaxing just a little since they seemed to be equally affected.
They tried to let go, but their hands still hung on to each other, just their fingers grasping each other as Miss Carmicle was explaining stuff and the students were following her directions.
Miss Carmicle's voice raised itself above the others. "Situation one, the date", she growled, making what's supposed to be something romantic sound like a boring chore. No wonder the woman was still unmarried! "Assume position one; 'first attempt'. The male will hold the female in a light grip with his right hand on her lower back. NOT further down, on her BACK!" She paused to stare down some giggles. "The left hand he will hold on her right side of her back. His right, not her right. He will NOT hold her on her neck; that is position three." Mike was barely aware their fingers still hung on to each other.
The two boys fumbled very awkwardly, blushing furiously, not really knowing who should do what. Suddenly Robin yielded and just let his hands hang straight down. "You go ahead", he said in almost a whisper, his face again turning a bright red. Maybe it was because Robin was clearly shorter than Mike, not by much for sure, but definitely shorter. It seemed to make them both calmer now that they had a valid excuse to decide who was going to play the role of the female, so Mike was able to grip the other boy the way he was supposed to. Robin really did feel almost like a bird in his hands, Mike thought to himself, so slender and willowy, light and thin-boned, and somehow his hands had ended up in under the other boy's shirt and not on top of it, so he felt the shape of that slim body clearly through the black T-shirt, and also the intense warmth of his...
"The female will put her hands on the male's waist", Miss Carmicle directed in a dry, uninspired manner as she read the instructions out loud from the paper in her hand. "She will then lean her head slightly backwards with her face turned towards the male and-"
"Uh, Miss Carmicle?", a girl's voice interrupted. "What should we do...?" The entire classroom broke out in intense laughter as all the kids realized what was going on! Kenny had ended up with Susan, the tallest girl of the class, and Kenny wasn't exactly Michael Jordan-height himself either! Even more laughter ripped through the crowd when Susan gripped Kenny in the male position and he quickly squirmed away, blushing at least as bad as Mike and Robin had!
"Oh for God's sakes!", Miss Carmicle growled. "Order! ORDER in the classroom I say! Go back to position one, all of you!" She took some textbooks from her desk and gave them to Kenny whom immediately got the hint. More laughs ensued as he climbed up on top of the stack and hence became taller than Susan all of a sudden, but Miss Carmicle did nothing to stem the giggles that were heard. She even grinned slightly herself, though hiding it with the sheaf of instruction papers she held in one of her hands.
Mike and Robin turned back towards each other. Robin put his hands on Mike's hips, hips that weren't quite as slim as Robin's, and Mike was painfully aware of that. He was a bit of a couch potato, and he liked snacks, hence he weighed a little bit more than he should perhaps, but Robin just smiled comfortingly and looked up into Mike's eyes, letting his hands hold on in a way that was just right... Suddenly Mike smiled too, and his hands glided in under the other boy's open shirt. They pulled in close without even needing Miss Carmicle telling them to do so, making both of them feel the warmth of the other with not just their hands and arms. They definitely weren't the same height, yet the difference wasn't that big either, again it seemed just right. Robin had to raise his chin a bit, and Mike leaned his head forwards a little, Robin's arms snaked around Mike's waist to embrace him fully.
Their eyes locked on to each other as Robin's mild scent filled Mike's nostrils, the scent of teen deodorant and peppermint toothpaste and Robin himself... Noses brushed, lips touched.
Mike jerked as the bell rang loudly, sounding jarring and off-key in the boy's ears.
"Alright class!", Miss Carmicle yelled over the din created by chairs dragging across the floor as people got up, feet scraping, books slamming shut, people getting ready to fuck off as quickly as possible now that school was finally over for the day. "If you're smart, you'll finish the chapter on volume and area calculations as quickly as possible because there WILL be a quiz come next monday, else you have that to look forwards to and preoccupy yourselves with during the weekend!"
Complaints of, "aaw, maan!", and "geez!" and such were heard from various people, but only in voices so low Miss Carmicle couldn't possibly hear them. Mike sighed, remembering his daydream so clearly... It was as if it really HAD happened!
"You wanna come home to my place?", a voice spoke all of a sudden from his right. Mike jerked yet again, his head whipping around. "Oh! Sorry Mike, I didn't mean to startle you", the same voice spoke apologetically, then giggled boyishly. "We could study, I can help you with your maths. I saw you didn't do much in class today, so if you think this is difficult I could give you a hand..."
Mike found himself smiling at the other boy. "Uh... Yeah, Robin. I'd really like that."
Robin smiled slightly, in a friendly way. "Okay. Good! Let's just go get our junk stowed in our lockers and I'll meet you outside the main entrance, okay?"
"Okay."
Robin smiled again, then reached out with a small hand and patted Mike briefly on his arm. "Thanks... It's nice to have a friend when you're new in town."
Mike blushed as red as a tomato! "I'm your FRIEND?", he asked, feeling very surprised.
"Yes, now you are", came Robin's shy reply, along with another faint smile.
With that, they set off, walking with quick, determined steps out of the classroom to get to their lockers and back outside again as quickly as possible! Neither wanted to waste a single moment more than necessary...
*End*
Lemme know what you think okies? If you don't, I'm afraid my silly head will assume you hate it and that would make me sad... (Those that already replied are exempt from this rule, unless they insist. ;-D )
Take care everyone!
Hugs:
-L
"But he that hath the steerage of my course,
direct my sail."
-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act One, Scene IV
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Oh Lenny,
I never hate anything you say except when I know your in pain. I hate that I can't fix it sometimes.
But you are wonderful. Rememeber that.
Yet another friend for life ::-)
Kevin
"Be excellent to each other, and, party on dudes"!
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Well, since you asked for it, I'm gonna note again that you're unbelievable... In a very good way. Though the story lost it's spontanity, it's still just as good, and even better after the tweaking, though I don't think it really needed it in the first place. But rest assured, for it is liked
{{{hugs}}}
Setras
That which is dreamed can never be lost, can never be undreamed.
-Master Li in Neil Gaiman's Sandman
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the best ever!!! i SO am printing this out tonight, so i can fold it up and put it in my hand-written journal that hides behind my bed. that you just popped out with that is amazing!! thank you so much! i swear, this day cannot get any better, and it started out SO surreal and strange and i still can't believe what's happening IS happening, or is about to (i will make a post about this later, i think), but this, YOU, is and are the icing on the cake!!
much love and hugs and smootches to you!!!
-heathyr
my void does not want.
-- 2.13.61.
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I was hoping for a more widespread response, but oh well... Thanks to Charlie, David and Kevin (you are such a dear!), and to Heathyr and Setras too of course.
Well, maybe I should feel satisfied with five people liking the story I dunno, maybe I expect too much, but it still makes me a bit sad to see so many either not thinking it was good enough to warrant a read all the way through or not worth the 10 seconds of their life it takes to click the reply button and say like, "hey, I read it and it was kinda blah", or whatever.
...And no, those knee-jerk reactions you might feel to hurry and say you did read it and maybe even liked it, don't bother. It's too late now. *pouts*
Here I try to brighten up the board (and make myself feel a bit brighter too), and it DOES make me sad when my attempt almost slips off the front page buried under not just ONE but several angry, hurtful threads, most of which I couldn't even read. 
There are people here I hoped would have said SOMETHING to me at least, but...nothing.
It makes me feel as if it was TOTALLY not worth the bother. Okay, so it only took like an hour to write (and probably two more to edit), but that story's still a part of ME. I ripped it out of my chest and put it up to display here and to come back later and find it lying forgotten in the mud... It hurts. It really does.
I don't know what's up with this place anymore. Why should I bother saying anything really? Very few seem to listen to what I have to say anyway and I am very bad at dealing with stuff like that! It makes me feel invisible like I said in a previous post, like I'm in a crowd talking, but everybody's backs are turned, or everybody else is much taller than me and speaking over my head, not bothering to look down even for a second to even see I'm there.
I say hi to people via IM and they don't have the common courtesy to answer me back even if only briefly (and no Setras, I'm not talking about you, don't worry). Is it all me? All my fault? What's so wrong about me that makes people not want to talk to me???
All this makes me not want to say anything. It makes me want to shut up, don't say anything, just pack up my tent I set up here some eighteen months ago and leave and NEVER come back. Problem is, where the hell should I go THEN? I don't feel welcome ANYWHERE! This used to be my refuge, I could feel as if I was someone, someone that mattered, even someone liked by others. Almost all that's gone now, it feels as if it was one big illusion from start to end like with everything else in my life.
I should be used to not being a very high priority in the minds of others but it is something I won't ever come to terms with I think. I hope and wish (futilely - if that's a word) that I do matter, and sometimes I get into my head it's true and then I just end up forgotten in the mud again and there's another piece of me missing that I tried to give away and can't put back inside me because now it's all dirty and smeared.
The background of this place is still pink, and there is baby blues and a cuddly font used for some of the text, but it has changed. I'm not saying it's not a place of safety, because I'm sure it is.
It's just not the place of safety I got to know once upon a time.
This is not the time for any of you to say that yes you do care and I matter and bla bla bla, because if the only time I can spark a reaction out of you guys is when I go on a crazy rant like this then what's the POINT? I can't take your words to my chest no matter how heartfelt they are when you say them, because in my own mind I'm just a whiny bitch who complain way too much and never should have opened my mouth in the first place.
So tell me, how am I supposed to feel right now? Am I as stupid and ungrateful for what little recognition I do get as I think I am?
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"But he that hath the steerage of my course,
direct my sail."
-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act One, Scene IV
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Hey man... Sorry I didn't read it sooner.. I actually havnet been checking the board much.... Sighs... sorrys.. see ya lenny
Why are you wearing that stupid man suit?
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why? because i'd reply to you no matter what. crazy rant or not. so i hope i'm not making you angry by replying when you said this is not the time.
i know i'm just one person, but i'd talk to you ... you know that, right? i've given you my IM name, i think, and i'm on a lot ... for as much as people have had to put up with from me, the least i can do, and WANT to do, is give back what i've been given. and you've been one of the bigger impacts on me around here.
i would, in fact, like to talk to you more often, it's just i don't want to come at you like some psychopath, so i lay off the mail and whatnot, and haven't hunted around for your IM name or anything.
you spark a reaction out of me no matter what you post. when it's silly, when it's excited, when it's an awesome story that came out of nowhere, when it's a rant. when it's sad.
you know the email i'm talking about .. please look at it, for me? please? you're worth more than you're giving yourself credit for. i'm not the only one that thinks this.
love and hugs, and smootches ... please, if i can do anything, let me know?
heathyr
my void does not want.
-- 2.13.61.
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Hi !
Er... I´ve been reading the board for quite some time now, and I´ve tried posting before but chickened out every time... Today, however, I decided I´d just give it a try.
I first came here because of the stories (Iomfats hosted such great stories from authors as smith and D'Artagnon) but soon I was following the threads in the board almost every day...
Lenny, I´d just like to tell you that I really enjoy reading your stories (I just finished reading 'Discovering Brazil').
Well, I know that I´m not really a member of the board or anything but for what it´s worth I thought 'Kissing 101' was a really good story. (and it did bright my day).
Hope you guys can work it out to keep this board a wonderful place,
H.
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Lenny is one of the best examples of caring and, well, just a wonder person with a beutiful heart. This place is great because of people like him. Maybe it's also great because of people like you. Give it a chance. You might find it as helpfull as I did.
Love and happiness to you,
Kevin
P.S. I welcome you to the family with open arms.
"Be excellent to each other, and, party on dudes"!
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Cool story Lenny. You always amaze me with your attention to detail and with the tenderness of your characters. I wanna be there when they get home.
::-) ::-) ::-) ::-) ::-)
Think good thoughts,
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Hey Lenny
It has been to long since I read one of your stories. I'm kind of in a hurry so I havn't had time to read all the responses in which I'm sure everyone already told you how great the story is so I'll just say I loved it too and it brought a wide smile to my face ;-D
Hugs to everyone
Gil
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Thanks to all of you, I am glad you liked it...
Thanks and hugs to you and to Kevin and H and Trevor and Andy of course, it's nice of you to write me... It means a lot to me. *blush*
Timmy and smith, did you guys like it?
Hugs again:
-L
"But he that hath the steerage of my course,
direct my sail."
-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act One, Scene IV
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Of course I loved it. I love everything you write. I just can't decide whether I want to be Mike or Robin. When do we get to read about the "homework"? Practice does make perfect, you know......or in this case, practice makes 2 happy boys happy 
{{hugs}} JJ
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My name's smith.....glad to meet ya
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but it's good to meet you, H!! ;-D
my void does not want.
-- 2.13.61.
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Lenny,
Great story... It's just another one of the things I experienced today that made me smile.... ;-D ;-D ;-D ;-D
Keep up the great work... and thanks for entertaining us all !!!!!
Bam...
Celebrate your life... embrace your love... Become intimate with your place in forever !!!
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