Title: "Under the Summer Sun"
Her name was Summer, a fitting name for the radiant girl before me. I didn't know how she already knew my name, but it didn't matter. The way she pronounced "Henry" sent shivers down my spine, making me feel invincible for the first time in years. I wondered how her voice would sound when she said my name again but maybe in a different manner, in my bedroom moaning my name.
I had to stay focused, although it was incredibly challenging with her hazel eyes gazing deep into my soul, accompanied by her sweet smile. Her eyes seemed to tell stories, some filled with joy, others with sorrow. It didn't matter to me because I wanted to protect her and fill her life with happiness. And maybe, just maybe, I hoped to make her forget her troubles, if only for a moment. However, I would love nothing more than to make her eyes roll into the back of her head as I touched her, sending her into a start of euphoria.
It was difficult not to spend the entire day staring at Summer, especially now, as she wore a red floral summer dress and her sweat that seemed to glisten in the sunlight. She looked like a dream of summer itself, and I found myself melting under her radiant presence, just like a popsicle melting in the sun. Her aura and beauty makes your heart stop.
If there were gods, I would pray for a breeze to lift her dress and reveal her choice of undergarments. Did she prefer a thong or perhaps some cute white lace panties that I could imagine running my tongue along. My thoughts wandered, but I quickly reined them in. I couldn't help but imagine her in different ways such as in bigger panties that would glide over her big hips making her look like a mother, my fantasies taking flight. And now I couldn't stop imaging her pregnant.
Her laughter was as bright as her smile, infectious and warm. I found myself smiling, too, even though I had no idea what had sparked her laughter. I was a moth drawn to a flame. I wanted to be the one sharing those moments with her, and before I could stop myself from staring, her eyes met mine with curiosity rather than anger. Did she catch me gawking at her? Perving on her plump body?
She approached me with an excited bouce, and I continued to gaze like a fool. I half-expected her to scold me for staring, but instead, she smiled and asked, "Why are you so quiet? It's so peaceful here. Would you like to join me?"
We were all gathered in a field with our mutual friends, and Summer had arranged a picnic for everyone with a variety of snacks and drinks. She seemed to think of everyone's enjoyment, and I couldn't help but appreciate her thoughtfulness. Did anyone notice these qualities about Summer?
I offered to help, but she just giggled and declined, so I kept her company, asking about the food and her excitement for the day. Her answer was consistently, "As long as everyone is having a good time, that's all that matters." I wanted to ensure she had a great time today, as it was her turn to enjoy herself. She handed me a beer, one of my favorites, amusingly named a "Summer Shandy." If only I could savor Summer in the same way.
As we finished our beers and Summer appeared to relax, I asked if she would like to walk along the nearby river, mentioning some lookout spots I knew she might enjoy. I hoped for some alone time with her to hear her stories and learn more about this captivating girl. Summer the dream girl. Fortunately, she agreed, and we walked and talked beside the beautiful river.
My mind drifted like the river near us into fantasies as I pictured her stripping down and running into the river, her laughter echoing. I desired her in many ways, wanting to uncover her stories and listen to her speak endlessly. Her voice was like a siren's song, and I yearned to hear it until the end of my days. I wanted to know and experience the joy she did and other joys like in the bedroom or anywhere with a surface.
Summer approached a hidden area by the river, her wide, curious eyes searching for something among the shrubs. I grabbed her hand to help her navigate through the foliage, guiding her toward the riverbank. The scene before us was breathtaking, and I knew I had to cherish this moment forever, discovering her secret spots where she could find solitude.
She continued to hold my hand, and I held on tightly, cherishing this fleeting connection selfishly. "Your hand feels so soft," I confessed, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment.
