Sum’tin Swit

He had taken the PATH train into the city, his heart started beating at an upbeat pace since he’d left New Jersey, and as the train got closer to its destination, the rhythm in his chest picked up in vigor.
She was waiting for him at the top of the stairs, her smile broaden as his head rolled up with the escalator. They kissed when they got close enough, and held sweaty palms as they made their way out of the subway.
She wasn’t quiet with the keys, cause she’d known everyone was out. That’s why she’d wanted him to come on this Saturday afternoon; she wanted to be herself, and had also wanted him entirely to herself.
The ferry ride seemed to have taken hours, he had time to think about what was going to happen, he had envision every motion, but he could not envision the feeling cause he didn’t know what IT felt like. Although he didn’t know, he was sure he was going to like it, no, love it.
The kissing began, while the door shut itself behind them, a nervous touch it was at first, because they were standing right smack in the living room. He hadn’t expected her lips so soon, so soft, so sweet, so near. When he realized that the rest of the house was empty, he relaxed, and with this relaxation his ‘down there’ stiffened.She felt it, so she pulled him closer at the waist while putting distance between their young faces. They had talked about it; they were made for each other, and that caused them to be ready, even at sixteen. She looked at him, he looked nervous, and she was pleased. She led him to her room, and slowly closed the door behind them, everything felt silent, everything was until the wrestling of their lips gave rise to a natural concert of ‘hmmms’.