It was a hot Summer day. The thermometer said it was a good day to seek the cool comfort of shade and the people listened, scurrying to shade and relief.

Inside a store there she sat. Beautiful. Dressed in alluring attire designed to turn eyes towards her direction.

A humming sound came from her. Was it the tune of happiness? Maybe it was part of the attire designed to attract the attention of friend, family, stranger?

Her attraction was too much. I was drawn to her like a bee to honey.

Walking with determination it was but a short distance to cover and she did not cower or falter. No, her humming only increased.

A flustered look appeared on my face. Concern. What was hope soon turned into the realization that I did not have enough of what she yearned for.

What to do? Should I turn and walk away in defeat?

Pondering and about to make a decision of retreat, the thoughts came full force. What I needed for her was outside in a small box in my parents vehicle.

Turning and with hope in the steps I found in the vehicle what she needed…

With full confidence I place inside her the shiny silver dime. The dime which unlocked her secrets.

Lifting the lid on the cooler the humming of her compressor grew louder while peering inside her it was revealed to be many cool treasures.

There was the standard Coke and 7-up. There was Root Beer and Sprite. All well and good but her best guarded secret was the Orange Crush…

“Ahhh…” Taking the cold glass bottle and popping the cap, the first taste of the fizzing joy was orgasmic. Even now the smile of the memory remains on the face of the first crush. It was and still is, extremely wonderful.