151. The First

((Cristianno's first when he was a young elf boy.))

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 There were times that he despised the sun. It always had to set. That meant that darkness would soon settle over the land and the caravan. That meant that his mother would soon be accepting gentlemen callers.

The young red-haired elf usually sat outside the wagon, drawing in the dirt, humming songs, or focusing on the bonfire in front of him until the wagon started to move from side to side. The rattling caused the drying flowers hanging from the wagon to crumble over his head.

 This night was no different. He sat on the ground, his brown pants quickly dusting up. He knew he only had a few minutes before he ran away from the rocking and his mother’s breathless voice. The bonfire was bright in front of him and many of the Darkmoon caravan members were drinking, working on trades, or sleeping. The music had died down and he wished with all his might that it would start up again. With one finger, he traced the shape of a circle with two pointy ears.

“What are you doing out here, Cristianno?” The boy saw a pair of pale feet near his sand drawing and lifted his head, noticing a young human girl standing in front of him. He had seen her before: a blonde, blue-eyed, carefree girl who collected bugs and flowers for her father, who made dyes for his paintings that he later sold at the Darkmoon Faire and at Stormwind. She usually danced around the bonfire with his mother when she wasn’t attending men. Terra was her name. He had seen her, but they had never spoken before.

He shrugged his shoulders and looked back down. The girl smiled, squatting to his level. Her skirt draped around her and she tilted her head, strands of gold falling over to the side. He looked up at her again and noticed the small violet flowers that still decorated her hair this late at night. “Won’t your parents get mad that you’re out here? It’s late.”

With a giggle, she shook her head. “They wanted time alone.” She looked at the wagon behind him, which was starting to move. “Your mother…”

 “She’s working.”

The girl nodded and reached for his hand. “Want to go for a walk? The moon is extra bright tonight.” The elf nodded and rose off the dirty ground, grateful to be moving away from the rocking wagon. They both walked away from the caravan, into the forest, ignoring the threats of wolves and other wild animals. The land was veiled in a pale light and while he walked with his hand hanging low, she seemed to have a skip in her step.

“You do know my mother’s not selling flowers right now, right?” he asked.

The girl nodded. “I know.” She led him to a boulder where she used his hand to help her climb upon it. “Does it bother you, Cristianno?” The way she said his name seemed to ease him a little.

 “I don’t know. I know that flowers don’t feed us well.” He stood by the boulder and looked up at the sky. He wished he knew more about her at that moment so they could say more and speak of other things than his mother.

“I’m sorry.” As if she had read his mind, she looked up at the sky, just like he was, and she smiled as she softly said, “So I heard you’ve kissed all of the girls in the caravan.”

Cristianno smiled and shook his head. “That’s not true. I haven’t kissed you yet.”

Terra giggled and pushed herself higher up on the boulder. “We rarely see each other. But then again, I guess you don’t want to or you would have come and found me.”

The elf shook his head, loose strands of red hair waving in the gentle breeze. “They came looking for me. I don’t go hunting for them. So if you haven’t looked for a kiss, it’s because you don’t want it.”

She smiled and looked down at him. “Maybe so. Why would I want something that has been given out so freely?” She shrugged and chuckled, looking away coyly.

Cristianno laughed and leaned against the boulder. “Are you saying my kisses aren’t worth it?” She was good. He no longer imagined how hard the wagon was rocking at this point.

“Perhaps all the good ones have been given out.” Terra chuckled and slowly began to slide down the boulder. “How old are you, Cristianno?”

 “Probably older than you. You know, elf and stuff.”

“But you look like you’re my age. Are you? Like, in human years?”

“Yeah, I guess.” He saw her slip down the boulder, now standing in front of him. “Why do you ask?”

“What else have you done, you know, besides kiss the other girls?

 Cristianno blushed a bit, “There were some ladies who wanted kisses too.”

 Terra blinked at the comment. “Older ladies?” He nodded. “Is that all you’ve done?”

“Yeah. I mean, I’ve done a few other things, but, well…” He blushed and looked away and looked back when Terra took his hand again.

“Show me.”

“Huh?”

“Show me what you’ve done.” She started to walk toward him, closing in. Without hesitation, he lifted his hands and placed them on her breasts, over the cotton blouse that covered them. Terra gasped softly and but didn’t say anything. Instead, she bit her lip and reached to touch his red hair. “What else?” she finally whispered.

He gulped and moved one hand to her skirt, tugging it up her leg, inch by inch until he found entrance underneath, reaching between her legs. This time, she whined a little, pulling him closer to her. He closed his eyes, hearing her breath against his ear. “That’s…all…” he breathed out.

 Terra nodded and licked her lips. “I’ll take that kiss now, but I want more.” He obeyed and kissed her young lips. He knew how to kiss. He had been doing that for a few years already. He knew what parts to touch to make a girl whimper, but what Terra wanted he had only heard about from the other boys and from spying on his mother and the men she worked with those first few times.

He stopped kissing her and looked at her. She was breathing heavily, but she managed to look back. “Have you…done this before?” She shook her head.

“Just what I’ve heard my sister say, but I have an idea. Do you know what to do?”

“I have an idea.”

The young elf and the young human consummated their desire for each other beside the boulder, hidden from the caravan, and under the moon’s luminescent light. It wasn’t long, but it was new and exhilarating.

After they caught their breath and giggled, Terra played with his long strands of hair. “There, I didn’t have that first kiss, but I had you first.” Cristianno smiled and wrapped his arms around her, covering her nude body from the elements. Without saying a word, he kissed her again.

Terra would eventually move on, find love, have a family, grow old, and die, but she was right: she would always be his first.