When I was a kid my dad had this single. The song is by Bobby Goldsboro, please listen to it then read my interpretation. I hope you like it. Summer the First Time Sarah-Jane lived at the end of the block. She always smiled when me and guys pasted by her at the mail box. Most of the older guys reckoned she was hot, but I never said a word. See, I knew she was widowed. Her old man was killed in Korea or something, I think she must of been about 20 or so when it happened, they’d only just got married. She stayed on here after, I guess she had nowhere else to go. I never saw any family visit, but then I never really took too much notice anyway. I kind of liked her, she was very pretty, long curly strawberry blonde hair, fair skin with a row of freckles across her nose. I’d just left the house on my way to the mall when Billy-Ray pulled up, “Hey buddy!” I tried not to look too much like I didn’t want to see him, “Hi Billy, where y’ headed?” “Aw, hanging down at Ginos’. Say when you gunner make your mind up ‘bout this?” Billy patted the passenger seat. “I dun know, Billy, I still gotta think ‘bout it” I shrugged putting Billy off and not for the first time. He slapped the leather seat and shook his head in disbelief as the Red Chevy squealed away. Jeas, it was hot. Had to be at least 100 and I could feel the heat from the sidewalk through my sneakers. There wasn’t a cloud to seen. It was though the sun was acting the tough guy and scared them all away. It was early evening as I rounded the corner, gone 5 or so, same time as always and there she was, back from work, collecting the mail. Her red hair clasped up, leaving short downy curls at the nape of her neck. As her slender hands reached for the mail a slit opened under her arm in the white linen dress. I could see her breast, probably the first I’d ever seen, I think my mouth must of been open or something, cos as she look at me, smiled and I swear she gave me a wink. I couldn’t think at first, what d’ya do? I smiled and pretended like I hadn’t seen anything. With my head down I went to pass her. “Hi Bobby” She called out. “ Oh Hi Mrs Ryan” my eyes still averted. “Oh I’ve told you before, call me Sarah” She had that smile on her face, almost mocking, that stopped me in my tracks. “Say, where you off to in such a hurry?” “Oh meeting the guys down the mall” I lied. “I need a hand to move some stuff, can you come over later?” Her questioning was not urgent, but almost inviting. I looked down at my watch, it wasn’t there. An age passed as I stared at my naked wrist before I looked up and said, “Sure, I could come in now if you like” “Gimme, 30 minutes Bobby” She said. She smiled again, my heart jumped. Her eyes, now wider than before glowed shimmered metallic green, the pupils dialated. Her full lips framed perfect white teeth and her cheeks blushed. She turned and went in, I ran home. I showered, mom must have been suspicious, getting changed and headed back out in 20. As I hit the end of the street I slowed to catch my breath. I pulled a tissue from my denim jacket and wiped the sweat from my forehead. I waited 5 till I moved on. I got to her gate exactly 30 minutes after I left her. Marching up to the front porch door I rapped on the frame calling out, “ Mrs Rya - Sarah-Jane” I corrected myself. She came to the door with a tray in her hands. She forced the door with her hip, waltzed straight passed me and put the tray down on the wicker table. “Julep?” Her eye brows raised in question. “Err see, Mrs” I stopped myself, screwing my eyes closed. Looking up, I opened them and continued “No thanks Sara-Jane, I’m only just 18, I don’t wanna....” She cut in “Bobby, this is my place, do what you want.” She was more direct now, the ice cubes already tumbling from the jug, tinkling as they fell into the tall glass. I nodded, lips tight shut. We sat down on the swing. She sat back tucking her legs under her, the gown split to her thigh and squeezing the clasp released her beautiful red hair. She tossed her head and threw back the red curls as if she were looking at herself in a mirror. I hunched over my drink, not knowing what to do. ‘Be cool’ I thought, leaning back to mimic her posture, spilling my drink in the process. My eyes rolled and shaking my head, I wiped myself down with the sweaty tissue. She giggled. I looked up at her, she returned the gaze over the rim of the Hi-ball glass, sipping the drink without making a sound. The evening was still hot, God knows why I’d brought a jacket. She was relaxed, I could see her gown was loosened, the top three buttons open as beads of sweat rolled between her breasts, though an icicle melting were in front of my eyes. Without a word, again she sipped, my gaze transfixed on her voluptuous lips. I had nothing to say, I tried to match her steely resolve, I must of looked like dweeb. A tiny curve formed at the corner of her mouth, continuing on to a smile. “Listen,” She spoke in a loud whisper. “I know you are young, I know you are confused and don’t know what to say, but stay with me tonight, I want to show you a sunset if you’ll stay with me till dawn.” Her voice cool and soft almost cooing, made my heart race still faster She leaned forward and put her hand on mine. It was cold from the ice in her drink. She stroked the back of my hand and I stared at our hands now entwined, resting on my thigh. Her hands were petit, nails immaculately manicured. I looked up at her again. I tried to speak, but the words would not come out. It wasn’t that my mouth was dry, but my throat. Her gown had slipped off her shoulder now and I could see an outline of freckles against her skin, almost as white as the gown. We both sat in a silence which threatened to engulf the pair of us, then she began to talk. We talked on while the sun was chased back towards the void of space. Mars set ominously between castor and Pollux, the twins of Gemini in a vain attempt to keep them apart. Dusk was upon us and I felt more at ease, she had that way about her. Then, abruptly, she stopped. The silence was intolerable, whilst she spoke the evening was relaxed and fluid now the tension rose. The cicadas song filled my head and although I could guess, I was not sure where this was going to end. Rising from her seat, she took my hand and led me out back, through the gate and down the street. We walked silently, hand in hand for a mile or so. As the sidewalk gave way to sand, so the cicadas song gave way to the oceans. Out to sea the sun was just peeking over the top of the horizon, the sky in its vicinity, blood red. Her hand dropped from mine and absent minded I headed down to the water’s edge. I looked out over the vast emptiness of ocean before me, watching the last death throes of the sun as it bled to death before my eyes. Only when it had finally let its final drop to the murderous night, I turned around. She was just behind me, her gown, way back on up the beach, her soft pale skin just visible in the twilight. I was scared. I didn’t know what to do. She walked slowly toward me and sliding her hands up my back under my jacket, gently kissed me. Her tongue searched for mine and I let her in. I had kissed a girl before, but this was different, Sarah-Jane was a woman. The passion, the intensity made me rise up and expel my pent up emotion. She knew what I’d done, my breaths, my gasps the way my body convulsed. “Don’t worry” she said as she set about undressing me. Each button was carefully manipulated and clothes slowly slipped off my taut body. Standing just in my jeans, I started to understand and followed her guiding hands. I wrapped my arms around her, my right hand smoothing over her pert bottom, my tongue kissing her deeply. They were like two snakes writhing over and over in an enchanted struggle for life. Her hands unbuckled me and we lowered to the sand. She’d removed my jeans, leaving just my white boxers. I was glad of the night sky, I didn’t need to be reminded how quickly she felled me. She lay on me and kissing hard, rolled me over, still kissing. Her hands on my face now moving down over my shoulders and down my back, her nails leaving a trail in their wake. Then, pushed us part. For a slight woman, she sure had a strong grip. She pushed on my shoulders, I didn’t get it at first, but as she guided me downwards I soon got the picture. Her skin was warm and soft as I kissed her. A neat triangle, slightly darker than its surround my focus. I kissed her there, her hands on my head. I drew my tongue over her like a lapping dog. “ No, No” with a chuckle “slowly. From the bottom up” Under her instruction, my tongue quickly learned this new language. The tip parting her lips only to allow them to close behind it. She ran her fingers through my hair drawing her nails into my head, Her breaths became faster but shallow and then her hands joined me. With one hand she opened herself, guiding me to where she needed my attention most. Her circular motions indicating exactly the location. “Now you” She whispered to me. She tasted sweet, the most exquisite, exotic forbidden fruit, warm and tender. I eagerly wanted to learn more about how to pleasure her, but something in my subconscious made me stop. I stood up over her and took off my boxers, I had regained my composure. Kneeling back down over her I kissed her softly on her mouth and with no effort at all, entered her. The cradle was soft, warm and more than ready to accept me. Instinctively I knew what to do, I needed no more instruction. With one hand on the sand I held her up with my other arm, with our bodies close together I stroked her from the inside with long deliberate thrusts. Faster and faster we kept pace with each other, both searching for the same illusive grail. Hand in hand, step by step through the valleys of her inner most fears. By now the tide had turned and the first waves crept over our feet. The cold of the sea made me jump, pushing me ever deeper inside. She gasped and broke away, a low ecstatic sigh exuded. Her head rolled back and I drove onwards towards our destination kissing her neck, her breasts, her mouth. I tugged at her hair and teethed her ears, the waves now upon us. We were wet, but nothing would detract us from this mortal union. She gave long, loud cries of emotion, I continued on catching her before she slipped into oblivion. My cries matched hers, my hips in spasm as the entity that was my whole self filled her body to become one. I still held her off the sand, her legs around me, her wet hair over her smooth white shoulders. We looked at each other, she stroked my face and oh that smile. We retreated up the beach to where the sand was still warm dry and from the days sun. We curled up and kissed ourselves to sleep, the song of the ocean soft on our ears. The sun was on my eyes and woke me first. She was still in my arms, her hair now dry and curly again, across my body. She was in her gown, but the front was open, her small pert breasts rose and fell almost in time with the ocean. It was a cool morning, the first day of July, the boy was lost and I lay beside her a man.