Under the Summer Sun

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.

"Your hand feels nice on mine," she replied with a warm smile, and we continued toward the river. Summer seemed to be on a quest for something hidden, and I was curious to uncover it with her. Maybe she would like the board games I was into, where we can seek and find teasures or play mysteries to uncover.

As we reached the riverbank, the path cleared, revealing the stunning and serene river. Had Summer been searching for a peaceful spot like this? I made a mental note to remember this place, appreciating her desire for private moments in nature.

Summer still held my hand, and I was reluctant to let go. Even if this were the only moment of physical contact between us, I would treasure it--the softness of her hands and the brightness of her smile left me spellbound. Summer had me pushed up against the tree unexpectedly and before I could speak as my face blushed red.

"Your friends mentioned you're quite shy," Summer began, attempting to start a conversation. "I know I can be quite forward, so I hope I'm not moving too fast for you."

"Oh, not at all," I assured her, and I felt a sense of relief. "I hope my shyness isn't discouraging you."

If only I could express the thoughts racing through my mind. Summer was worried about being too forward, yet I wanted her to keep me against that tree and make my heart race. Her smile shifted from a gentle brightness to something more seductive, and I could sense her desire for more, a desire mirrored in myself.

She released my hand and moved closer, her arms wrapping around my neck. She was incredibly close, and I struggled to find words. Was she always this forward, or had she heard something about me from our friends? My heart raced with anticipation as she spoke, her face blushing.

"I hope this is okay," she said rapidly. "I've been drawn to you since the moment we locked eyes, and I can't help wanting to be close to you, to touch you."

Instead of responding with words, I raised our linked hands to my lips and kissed hers. When I looked at Summer, she responded with that captivating smile. "Your friends mentioned you're pretty shy," she said. "I know I can be forward, but I hope I'm not moving too quickly for you."

"Oh, not at all," I reassured her, hoping to convey that I was trying my best to overcome my shyness.

Her smile shifted from a gentle brightness to a more seductive one, and I could sense her desire for more. Summer started kissing me, her mouth was hot and desperate as our tongues danced against one another. She started kissing down my neck and the way her tongue made me quiver after each lick and kiss was driving me mad. I couldn't help but be selfish in this moment. My hands dropped down to her hips that curved perfectly for me to grab and squeeze, holding her closer to me. Somehow I knew this just from the way Summer moaned against me as I gropped her more.

She let go of my hand, and her arms slid down my torso, stopping at my hips as she began to slowly unzip my pants. "I didn't eat much at the picnic," she said, "and I hope you don't mind if I taste you?" my groin growing and already swollen from excitement of Sweet Summer.

I nodded, still wondering if this was all a dream. Summer didn't answer my question about going out with me, but perhaps her actions were the affirmative response I had hoped for.