Summer's Love (Pt. 1)

Summer's Love (Pt. 1)

This is a long introduction. But this is a long story, so that makes sense…

My grandparents were from France. So, naturally, my sister Bridget (everybody called her Bee) and me, Ari, went from California to the little cozy town of Beaune to visit them. Gram was the taller of my grandparents, and Grandpa was a bit short, shy, and sweet, but also very humorous and strong.

I am the older of us sisters, being sixteen. Bee is fourteen, two years younger. I have dark brown hair that reaches to the middle of my back and dark brown eyes. Bee has lighter brown hair, and is more adventurous than I am. Gram says I'm the prettier one, and Bee the crazier one.

Anyway, Gram had prepared a party for us, and it would include many friends she had out here in France. In the party, Gram introduced me to a beautiful boy, Andreas, whom I would lose my virginity to, who would become my boyfriend. Andreas is seventeen. He has jet-black hair longer than an average boy's hair length, brown eyes like mine, and a sweet smile that makesme completely melt. His good manners made the grandmothers in Beaune proud. It was love at first sight for both of us.

We had just finished dinner, and I had slipped out to the porch for some peace and quiet. Andreas had followed me, and that's where this story begins. It is a true story, and I hope that you will enjoy my writing. I will follow this up with sequels of how my relationship with Andreas bloomed and blossomed.

This is also my first story, so I hope you readers would please write some helpful comments on how to improve my stories.


Now this is where the story really begins.

"I live down there," said Andreas, pointing to a house on the far side of the grass. Not far from Gram's house, though. "Would you like to walk there with me? There is a wonderful pond at the back of my house." His English was surprisingly fluent. Even though I spoke French well, English was my main language as I was born in the U.S. I was relieved that I didn't have to test out my French.

"I'd love to," I replied, and we made our way off the porch by the stairs. As we walked among the dark, but soft grass, we talked about our lives, school, friends, siblings, and more. He was so easy to talk with. He asked me how old I was. "I"m sixteen,"I said. "Seventeen," Andreas replied.

He looked down at the grass. "You are very pretty for a girl," he said, looking up from the grass and smiling at me. I was blown away. He thought I was pretty? That had to be good.

"Thanks," I said. "You're very handsome." Did I really say that?

We reached his house. He rounded to the back and I followed him. There WAS a beautiful pond, like he said. It was full of lilies. The moon reflected on the water, showing one big white disk. The world seemed radiant from moonlight. It was a fantastic place to be.

We sat down on the grass, gazing into the pond. "I love your place," I said honestly. I turned to look at his beautiful face, shadowy in the moonlight. Suddenly I felt the urge to just kiss him, kiss him on the lips. He smiled faintly. His lips were right there. I wanted to kiss him badly.

With courage, I leaned over the slightest bit and kissed him softly on the lips. It was a kiss, and a question. Andreas answered the question by pulling me into him and kissing me deeply. We fell back on the soft grass. Not a soul was watching, except for maybe the moon itself. Our lips felt perfect on top of each other, warm, smooth, not too wet, not too dry. I rolled over on top of him. We kissed for a couple of minutes, bathed in the silvery light of the moon. My hands slipped under his shirt. I felt his muscular chest. It was hard, but soft, too. It was fantastic. His hands cupped my neck as we kissed passionately. His chest was so smooth, so perfectly perfect. We sat up, still kissing. HIs hands traveled down my neck, along my arms, and rested on my hips. I felt his mouth open the tiniest bit, and his tongue slipping out and touching my lips softly. I opened my own lips and our tongues entwined, bounded by love. It was unbelievable.

His hands traveled slowly up, until they rested on my breasts. It felt so good, so peaceful, so fantasticaly romantic. We ran out of breath, broke apart slowly, and looked at each other.

Andreas touched my collarbone. "Beautiful Ari," he whispered. We stood up. "I'll come for you tomorrow night."

I looked at him, his beautiful face, his luscious eyes, his shining hair. He was so handsome I thought I might faint. "I love you," I said bravely.

"I love you too, Ari." he replied. "I promise we will meet again tomorrow." We kissed again, feeling our love building up between us. I felt wonderful.At last we broke apart, and he kissed me softly on the lips as a farewell. "There are so many things I want to do with you, Ari. I loved you the first moment I saw you," he said.

I nodded, kissed him back, and ran back to Gram's house with the feeling of love, sex, and Andreas in my heart.

To Be Continued.

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