This wasn’t like her. I gripped her back, and brought her body down on my lap to a halt. So I continued unzipping her dress, and then slipping it over her head. Her fingers gliding across my stomach, soon met my belt buckle. At seventeen, he also found the tire swing, with the girl of his dreams. Maybe she would be there.
As I came upon the tree we usually rest under, I saw white fabric flowing in the air from the tire swings direction. Holding my hand, gripping me close to her, resting her head on my chest when tired, and kissing my neck softly now and then. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and quickly I wrapped mine around her waist.
We kissed, slowly, over, and over again. She looked down at me, as I looked up at her. She was a delicate blonde with ocean blue eyes, and had the most beautiful features I’ve ever been drawn to in a woman. Over the years she grew from a tomboyish child, into a flawless young beauty.
