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“Ralphie Tastes Like Mango”By Christine Stoddard“Why did you grope me?” Ralphie asked, half-grinning in thatendearing way that exposed his yellow teeth. I tried toremember how many times my tongue had grazed thosecanines, savored his saliva, and then retreated back into myown mouth for a brief rest. Of course the number was farhigher than any human mind could grasp. And I don’t saythat proudly, only matter-of-factly. The sky is blue, the grassis green, and Ralphie and I like to make-out.“Why?” I asked, pausing for the kind of dramatic emphasis Iknew he craved. I always paused that way before I kissed myRalphie, even if he denied that he liked suspense. “Becauseyou’re my man and I wanted to touch you.” I said it sosmugly that going “Hmph” afterwards would have beenperfectly appropriate. It was so smug that I almost felt likehaving a crumpet with some sugar tea---two lumps only--- just after that. But then I realized that the only thing Iwanted to taste was Ralphie. No crumpet or sugar tea tastedas good as he did, gourmet or otherwise. Oh, God, this boymade me so sappy! Damn sugar tea. It’s not 1872.Ralphie eyed me, shook his head, and laughed like the littleboy he had been before I touched his pants in that vulgarflight of curiosity. “But I thought you were a good girl.” Henudged me softly somewhere in between my shoulder andmy elbow. I shivered the same way he did when I pressed myhand to his crotch in the theater just two nights ago. Thatguilty shiver. The sort of shiver you had to experience beforeyou learned to describe it and even then you’d rathertremble again than be bothered to speak. I called it the LoverShudder. And I was Lover Shuddering now.“Come on,” he prodded. “Why won’t you tell me?”I sighed in mock frustration, on the verge of a trademarkgiggle. “You obviously have yet to realize that I am
only 
 
generally a good girl
--not strictly one--but I am mostdefinitely not a
nice
girl.” Again, I deserved that crumpet formy prissiness. Or that kiss. And the latter was certainlysweeter.Ralphie met that statement with a cocked head and aslightly raised eyebrow, an expression that demanded myfurther explanation. He pulled me into his chest so that Isunk a little deeper into his lap, bringing me even closer toour topic of discussion. I wonder if I would feel him
boing
upsoon. A mix of rich deodorant and generic brand soap washis signature scent, nothing fancy or even sexy, at least notto the general public’s nose. But it was the perfect scent tome. I didn’t care if his mom bought his deodorant on salewith one the million coupons she clipped out of the paperevery Sunday.“Remember when I claimed to be a bitch?” I started, wingingmy defense as I tried to ignore the tiny thumping against mythigh. “Well, such a statement can hardly be refuted when itsveracity is so blatant.” When I said that last word, thethumping fittingly became harder. “Anyone who sincerelyknows me can only describe me in Machiavellian terms. Iwant something, I get it.”He looked a tad perplexed, but, perhaps not knowing how tootherwise handle his confusion, pecked me on the cheek.“You smart girl,” he whispered. Not satisfied with a merepeck, I leaned in for more and happily received it. His eagerthumping continued against my thigh. Nothing was betterthan a French kiss: lips against lips, tongue against tongue,chest against chest…After a couple minutes of warm spit exchange, Ralphiegently pushed me away. “You tricked me,” he pouted.“What?”“You’re not giving me a direct response!”
 
“To what?”“My question.”“What question?”“You know.”“No, I don’t.”“
The
question.”“I forgot
the
question.”Ralphie pulled me in again so that my headed landed quitenaturally on his shoulder. We paused there for a momentuntil I pecked his neck and then he pecked mine.“You’re really not being fair,” he whined. “I just want to knowwhy you groped me. I mean, I’m not complaining oranything. I liked it, but it surprised me. I didn’t think youwould do that. So…why did you?”I sat there in silence. How could I tell him that I had wantedto do that more for myself than for him? How could I explainthe thrill it gave me to suddenly seize what I had beenwondering about so much over the past couple of months? Ihad never touched a boy there before---I had never evenseen a boy there before and I still hadn’t seen Ralphie---butrecently I had found myself wanting to just...grab. I vowedthat I would not make contact with his bare flesh the firsttime I put my hand there. I had promised myself that I would just feel him over his pants and stop as soon as he wentflaccid again. And I honored that promise.It was our first formal date ever. I mean, we were stillsneaking around the night that I groped him, but that datewas still different. Up until then, we wandered off the high
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