This photoshoot gives me a real nostalgic feel for summers of days past. I remember one summer in particular where I had to take Math in summer school, because I had pretty much fucked off during the whole school year and surprise, surprise, I had done the same thing during summer school.
It was the day before the test and I wasn’t even going to bother studying. I spent the day on my Dad’s four-wheeler going through back wood trails. It was a great day, sunny but not overwhelming. I was heading to a swimming hole only the locals knew about. You know the kind with a rope tied to a tree so you can pretend to be Tarzan and break your neck jumping into the lake.
Once there I ran into a boy from my class who was also in summer school and who had also fucked off all year. We decided to go for a swim and since I didn’t have a bathing suit I went in my underwear and shirt. It was the ’90s so I was wearing this light-colored (read: see-through when wet) short sleeved plaid button -up with a dark blue lacy bra underneath.
I had a healthy respect for my life at the time so I didn’t use the rope, but while the boy from my Math class – the boy I had a crush on all year – was busy showing off his Tarzan skills, I was busy unbuttoning the top buttons of my shirt to make it look like they had accidentally popped open while I was swimming and oh-silly-me-I-hadn’t-noticed. *bats eyelashes*
We made plans to meet up again that night to study for our Math test. We spent the evening in the basement at his Dad’s house with the lights dimmed, because, of course, we needed to take a break from all the studying we never did and watch Mars Attacks instead.
We shared the couch, each of us lying at either end with our legs entangled in the middle. At one point during the movie, he slowly started to inch his foot closer and closer to my crotch. I wasn’t pushing him off, so he took that as a good sign. He then proceeded to rub my pussy through my jeans with his foot. His foot “rub” felt surprisingly good and approximately two and a half second later we were both naked and lying on top of each other.
I didn’t leave his house until the sun was starting to come up. Let’s just say we never got to cracking our books open. Needless to say we both failed our Math exam and we ended up in the same class again the following year.
Alyssia is the embodiment that summer:
Thirsty.
Reminiscing has made me thirsty and so has Alyssia.
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