Summer’s Love (Pt. 2)
Introduction:
Hello again! This is a continuation from the first story.
It was nearly midnight when a heard a pinecone against my window. I jumped up, opened the blinds, and looked down. Sure enough, there was Andreas, looking so perfect in his shirt and boxer shorts, in his bare feet. He waved to me. I waved back and crept silently down the stairs and opened the screen door of the porch.
He saw me and ran up the porch steps without a sound. I prayed that Gram and Gramps were still asleep. Bee was a sound sleeper. It would take an earthquake to wake her now.
As soon as Andreas reached me, he pulled me into his arms for one long, passionate kiss. My arms were draped around his neck, his on my hips. We kissed for a long time, before I remembered that we were outside, on the porch, in the middle of the night. I pulled him inside.
“We’re going upstairs to my room,” I whispered. “All right,” came his soft reply. “But I don’t want to go anyplace where I can’t touch you for more than a second. He kissed me on the lips. Then, before i knew it, he had picked me up in his arms and carried me up the stairs! All this while kissing! I was feeling really turned on. We reached the door to my bedroom, and he let go of me on the bed. He leaned over me, kissing my lips, then moving down to my neck. I moaned in anticipation. He smiled.
“Are you a virgin?” I dared to ask.
“Yes,” he replied. “You?”
“Obviously,” I said. “I’m going to lose it to you, though.” Andreas laughed. He had the nicest laugh, sweet and not too loud. I put my hand on his mouth. “Shh, you might wake them up.”
He pried my hands away gently. “Are you ready?” he whispered. I nodded. Andreas lifted my nightie over my head, revealing my breasts. He leaned over and felt them with his hands. My nipples hardened at the slightest touch. “Oh, that feels nice,” I said. I took of his shirt and let my hands explore his chest. “You are wonderful,” I whispered, kissing him softly.
“you are too, Ari,” he replied, taking off his boxer shorts. I saw a perfect cock. Not too long, not too short. Just the right length. I sat up on the bed and stroked it. “Ahh, that’s right, love, that’s right.” he moaned, his fingers running lightly through my hair. I licked his cock head, then put my mouth over it. The cock tasted so good. I stroked his balls, and licked hisi penis. This was the time of my life, I thought.
“Oh, that’s good,” murmured Andreas. He slowly took of my panties, disengaging my mouth from his dick. He smiled. “Do you mind?” he asked, gesturing towards my wet pussy. “No, not at all,” I replied, before kissing him passionately on the lips. He let his lips travel down, caressing my breats, my stomach, before reaching my considerably dripping pussy. Andreas licked it tentatively. It felt great. “Keep on, Andreas,” I whispered, stroking the back of his neck. He swirled his hard tongue around my cunt lips. “It’s wet enough,” I said. “Put your hot dick in me.”
He gave my pussy one last lick, then reached foward and put his cock head through my lips. I fought back a giggle, and let out a soft moan. Andreas stopped. “You sure? Shouldn’t we have a condom?” I smiled. “Of course, I”m sure. My mother put me on birth control a few months ago.” I replied.
“Okay. I’ll take it nice and slow.”
He slowly pushed his cock in until I felt something break.
“My cherry popped,” I said.
He stopped. “No, don’t stop,” I said gently. “Not all girls bleed.” He pushed on. This was feeling so good, I wondered if it was real. “Go faster, honey, Faster. I want to orgasm right here.”
He pushed faster and faster, and I felt it coming. He did, too. “I’m coming, Ari, I’m coming!” he said, though not too loud. “Me too,” I whispered. “Make it come.” He was going faster and faster. I put my hands over my mouth to keep myself from moaning too loudly.
It came.
I could feel it. Andreas moaned softly as his cum went inside my pussy. It was so hot. I was cumming too. “Ohh…” I moaned. He reached over and gave me the most wonderful kiss. A passionate kiss. I could feel his dick going limp. He pulled it out. “That was the best,” I whispered.
“You bet,” he answered, and togther we rolled over until I was on top, and we kissed, kissed, and kissed.
At around one thirty in the morning, I broke apart and whispered, “You better get going.”
Andreas nodded. “I will, but I’ll tell you a secret.”
I nodded. “Go on,”
“Well, don’t get too happy once I’ve told you this, all right?” he whispered, rummaging through my hair. I nodded again. “Okay. The thing is, I’m not really a French boy. My parents went through a divorce, and I was just coming to visit my father, who lives in Beaune. My mother lives in…” he broke off. “Go on,” I said again. I was getting a strange, but wonderful feeling.
“My mother lives in California.” he finished. I gasped. He kissed me softly, and continued. “Northern california.”
I lived in northern california.
“Where?” I was having trouble breathing.
“In Palo Alto,” came his soft reply.
I live in Palo Alto.
“Where in Palo Alto?” I pinched myself. This was true.
“Two houses awa from yours.” He replied. My hands went over my m outh. “You’re’ kidding,” I said. NO wonder his english was perfect.
“No, I’m not. I felt like this was the right time to tell you. And…I’ll be going back to California soon.” He said.
“W-when?” I was so happy I felt like crying.
“Two weeks from today.”
I was leaving two weeks from today.
“At…what…time?” This couldn’t be real. It couldn’t And yet, it was real.
“Three pm.”
My flight was at three pm.
“Oh. My God.” I whispered.
“It’s all true,” Andreas said.
“Oh. My. God.” I said.
“Yes.”
“Oh. My. God.” My vocabulary seemed to have gone down to three words.
He pulled me to his chest, and we kissed, a long one. I couldn’t believe it.
It was two thirty before ANdreas finally left. When he left, I fell on my bed, still not believing what had happened.
It was a dream come true for both of us.
