It is a single rose that separates us from our lips. I found the rose lying on the ground on my way to see her. Don't know why such a single rose? Upon that rose laid a garden full of them in assorted colors. I think it was because it matched the color of her hair. No, it might have matched the sunhat I purchased for her when we went to the beach. Or rather the purse that she wanted. Or maybe it was the necklace I bought her for her birthday.

She trails her finger down my spine. Such a sensitive touch. We are both lying on the futon. It is outside, so we have decided to open a window. She uses it as an excuse to save money on electricity. I think it because she wants nature to coincide with we are doing. She once told me in a whisper that "it was natural to love someone." Is it, I told her. Is it natural? Is it natural that I have pined for this woman since the days when her daughter and I were playing in the sandbox? Forgive me for not introducing myself right away, my name is Jaune Arc.

The crimson brunette beauty that I am speaking of is named Summer. The daughter I have mentioned is Ruby. She is my best friend. Which means her mother is Summer. Which also means I am in love with my best friend's mother.

Summer kisses my shoulder. She knows I am in deep thought. I still hold on the rose that I got for her as I enter her home. She called me after letting me know that Ruby went to softball practice. It is okay to tell you readers that I am still in high school. I feel safe to alert, you readers, about this. You have stumbled upon this page. You must have some form of curiosity. It's okay. As Summer tells me, "it's natural to love someone." I take a sip of water to quench my thirst. Excuse me for a second.

I am good, thanks for that brief pause. If you guys want to know what has happened. Summer and I recently had sex. The first in about a week. Rainy season is in the forecast which meant Ruby was home often during the time we normally do it. I can't bring Summer to my house for obvious reasons. Why bring her to a household filled with my mother and seven sisters? Once more, it is safe to tell, you readers, that what we are doing is not what many would call, normal.

Summer tickles my shoulder with her hair. She is growing it. I have complimented it about her hair growth after we had sex sometime back. Now, I see her wanting to grow it some more. She hopes to have it to her legs before the summer festival. Even though I think she looks cuter in a ponytail with the red ribbon that Ruby purchased for her at the last festival that we attended. Nevertheless, I'd told her that even if she cuts it short, she will always be a charm to me. She says that I am just making fun. I was flattering her with her looks. Oh, my sweetness Summer. Why would I lie on my life about the woman I see as charming, passionate, and beautiful? If I would have compared you to a budding rose, then I would be a bug, completely unworthy to pollinate anything from your fibers. Just realizing that you return my affections tears me inside, to think that you love me. For no matter what, I love you, too. I love you to the very depths in which there is no space and time.

"Sweetheart, what are you thinking about," she asks me in such a calm, cutesy tone. I turn over, holding onto the covers that separate us from our nakedness. I hum as I put my finger to my lip. "I am thinking about what I want to cook you tonight for you and Ruby." I make another hum. "I am thinking about how adorable you are to me."

She smiles, exposing her pearly whites. Gems in the ocean don't compare to such a gem in front of me. Summer is mine and mine alone. But, in a way, she isn't. Because if she is mine, then I shouldn't be ashamed in telling my parents and my best friend that I am in a relationship with her.

I shouldn't fear what is true. I am crazy in love with this woman. Passions alone isn't enough. I want Summer inside and out. Sex is a bonus, but the assurance of consummating this relationship is when I am able to place a ring on her finger.

As of now, this rose will have to do. I let the bud touch her lips. She puckers allowing the scent to enter her nose and elongate the kiss before returning the rose to me. I turn over the rose, wanting to kiss where she kissed. Tingling sensations jolt me. Knowing my beloved is in front of me. It might be Spring, but Summer is a year-round thing for me.

"I am thinking of going to the beach before the beginning of Summer Break." She turns over, pulling more of the covers to cover her exposed breasts. "Ruby is going to Softball Camp around that time. We should be able to pull a trip."

She scooches closer to me. She tells me that she wants to get warmer. I am not dumb, but I accept it. Be as it is warm or not, her touches is enough and more than enough. "Think you can grant me permission to excuse me from school, Professor Rose?" I hear a grumble in her voice. She is stirring into a burst of laughter. She turns her head. A bit of the sun hits her eye.

What a gem.

"I think Professor Rose can accommodate students that display effort in their schoolwork," she winks at me. "Are you willing to show me the things that you have learned with me this school year?"

It's my turn to turn over. I face her, keeping a bit of distance. I don't need anything to blur my vision. I blow into her face. She hates that, but it's my cue to tell her my feelings. "Whatever skills you have taught me, Professor, I am able to apply them."

No rose separates us. I come for a kiss. Her kisses are the sweetest things. Sweeter than honey, sweeter than sugar. Gold and silver couldn't measure the wealth of her affection. She takes the lead, swaying the covers so we can have another session.

"As your professor," she tells me. "It is best that a little practice can show reassurance." I comply with her wishes. She immediately aims for my already erected member. She holds it, showing ownership, already familiar with its stature and how it works. She relishes at the moment as she takes her mouth to the base. She has gotten better since we have been together. I feel the juices pouring my dick, pardon the language, readers. My juices meshes with her saliva. She savors it like it is the water of life. She knows that part of me is inside of her. Call us crazy, but the passion doesn't cease. We hope to Oum that it doesn't cease.

I tilt my head in the pleasure she gives me. She uses her hair to tickle my stomach. She knows how sensitive my stomach is and doesn't mind giving me such a rush. I slightly moan she continues to take my dick. Her hot saliva drags to the base. She uses her tongue to collect whatever she misses.

I give her the cue that I am close to giving her a slight twitch of my foot. Her eyes tell me to watch her as she ingests my semen. "I am coming," I tell her and immediately my milk enters her mouth. She groans in delight as she gets another dose of my love. She places her tongue under my dick. She doesn't want to lose a drop. She swallows my essence and comes back to lick me clean until there is nothing left.

It is a tease, but she shows her tongue as proof that she has done the deed. To show the authenticity of my love for Summer, I press forward to envelop her kiss. Excuse this metaphor and I think it is somewhat appropriate, our tongues perform a dance like people exchanging insurance details. I taste my salty juices. She gives it back to me. She reminds me that our love is mutual. We break the kiss. I fall on my back as she falls on my chest.

"Jaune," she whispers to me.

"Yes, Summer," I respond.

"I love you," she tells me.

"I love you, too."

It isn't long that I can share this bed with my precious Summer. Ruby should home in the next hour and I have to put dinner on the stove for the girls before returning to my home. Before we must go our separates ways, we make a promise by wrapping our pinky fingers.

"One day, Summer, we will share a home," I tell her.

She kisses my fingers. "You don't have to tell me that, dear. It will happen."

The moment ceases when hearing the vibrations of her stomach growling. I kiss her on her forehead as I get out of the futon. "I think you are having a helping of hamburger steak for dinner."

"You know me like a book, Jaune."

"Only from the best, my lovely Professor!"

It's funny how love can take you from one place to the next. I can't complain about the journey that led me to Summer. Maybe one day, I can tell you guys how Summer and I have met. As of now, I can't. Ruby is to be home in the next forty-five minutes and I must put food on the stove. Until next time, guys!

To be continued...