My name is Amber, I live in a small town in the South and have never really experienced much outside the family's farm. My parents are so conservative, they don't like me even talking to boys, never mind having a boyfriend. They never liked Alex, I begged my mother to invite him to dinner for weeks and she just wouldn't budge. My mother says boys only have one thing on their mind. Lately, however, that one thing has also been on my mind. Alex was the 19 year old son of the doctor in town, his family moved here from the city two years ago and I have been smitten with him ever since. He was always brushing his sandy blonde hair away from his eyes, he was tall and muscular and I felt so warm and comfortable in his arms. My father says that city boys take advantage of girls and only want them for their bodies, he wants me to marry a country man but he doesn't want me to date. I cant quite figure out his logic but it doesn't matter, I am in love with Alex.
Last month I turned 18 and my parents decided I was finally old enough to stay home at the house by myself. My mother's cousin was getting married and I had to keep an eye on the farm, feeding the chickens and tending to the gardens while they were gone. It was an entire weekend to discover my independence, to prove my trustworthiness and, the best part of all, to be alone with Alex for the first time. We had been able to sneak away from time to time to the barn but we had only shared a single passionate kiss before someone came looking. This was my chance to truly be alone with him for an entire weekend, no interruptions.
Friday night came and I waved to my mother and father as they drove away down the dirt road, the second I lost sight of the car I hurried into the house to call Alex and tell him the good news. I hadn't had a chance to speak with him for almost a week and I was excited to invite him over to enjoy my empty house. The phone rang and rang and I hung up after the sixth or seventh ring when I realized he must not be home. I was disappointed until I heard a knock at the front door. I peeked cautiously past the drapes and saw the most beautiful sight, Alex, standing at my front door holding a bouquet of flowers. I squealed quietly to myself and flung the door open, throwing my arms around him in an enthusiastic embrace that crushed my gift. He giggled at me and squeezed me tight with his one free arm.
"You're here!" I squeaked, gripping his hand and leading him into the house, shutting the door behind us. "How did you know to come here? My parents just left for a wedding and left me here by myself for the entire weekend!"
"Heh, I know," he explained with a cheerful smile, my God, that smile made me weak in the knees. "Your father mentioned their plans to Jared at the convenience store and he mentioned it to me yesterday, I hid behind the shed out front until I saw your parents drive off so I could come and surprise you!" He beamed. His teeth shined and his eyes lit up as he caressed my cheek with his strong hand. I felt like I could have melted into a puddle right then and there, his touch was heavenly. We sat in the living room for a while and just talked, it was so rare for us to just spend quality time together without fear of being caught. As we stared into each others eyes, our conversation started to dwindle. We stopped talking completely and lost ourselves in each other eyes, he leaned in and his soft lips met mine in a sensual kiss. I felt his fingers running through my long, brown curls and his hand cupping the back of my head as his tongue explored my young mouth. This was a dream come true, the man of my fantasies holding me in his arms as we shared a true moment of passion.
