Chapter 1 - the reintroduction
Alex wandered home aimlessly. It had been a long, exhausting day but for some reason she didn't want to go home just yet. The warm breeze gently blew her honey coloured hair across her face and she lifted a delicate hand to brush it away. The sinking sun signalled that if she didn't get a move on it would be dark before she got home so she lengthened her stride.
"shit!"
As she approached the house, she saw her mother standing next to the packed car and remembered that they were leaving for France that evening. She sprinted past her mother, shouting that she would be down in a minute, and ran to her bedroom to pack. Luckily, she had been organised the night before and got everything ready so all she had to do was chuck it in a suitcase and change into her travel clothes.
15 minutes later and her suitcase was full. She sat on the edge of the bed and peeled her skinny jeans off her slender legs. She rose an admired herself in her full-length mirror.
She was 18, and at 5"5, she had a perfect body. Long, graceful legs that were well toned from the many years of ballet and horse riding stemmed from her gorgeous, flared hips and shapely arse. Her waist was cinched, and her flat, toned stomach didn't have a single stretchmark. Running her hands up her body she cupped her weighty 32D breasts and smiled to herself. She had been planning this summer for months. Her skincare routine and daily workout had definitely paid off and she had perfected a makeup routine that enhanced her perfect features to the point of her looking something like what one would imagine Aphrodite looked like. She wanted him to admire her. She wanted to seduce him.
Years of having a crush on her family friend's son, without getting any attention in return, had strengthened her resolve to come back that summer with a bang - both metaphorically and literally.
The object of her desire was Sam, the 19 year old son of her mother's best friend who looked very much like he had been sculpted by the gods. Sandy coloured hair and vibrant green eyes. A sprinkle of freckles on his cheeks that did not draw away from the fact that his jawline could cut through anything and that his cheekbones were without fault. His beautiful face was only the beginning. His tall athletic body was slender yet muscled. His shoulders rippled when he moved them but there was no evidence of excessive bulk. To top it all he was the loveliest guy Alex had ever met - and he was French. Fucking French!
He was her dream man, but he hadn't paid any attention to her obvious flirting every year, leaving her frustrated yet determined. Many nights she had lain awake... fingering herself to climax at the thought of him.
She was going to have him this summer. There was nothing he could do to stop it.