Padmé was already awake at seven, got ready for the trip and went down to have breakfast and prepare the rest for the picnic.
It was all in the fridge, waiting to be put in the cooler and picnic basket shortly before the start.
*Hi Anakin, please send your address via SMS.*
*Hi, coming soon. Allow an hour…at least.*
*OK. , but we don't have an appointment. When we are there, we are there. See you soon.*
*See you soon.*
She put the address into her navigation system, oh yes, ten miles, probably an hour. Doesn't matter.
She packed all she needed for the picnic into the car, including the blanket, said bye to her grandmother and drove away. It was a lovely day, sunny and warm. The weather forecast was good, no rain.
She parked in front of the house and called him. He came straight away.
"Hi, Anakin."
"Hi, Padme. So, where do we want to go?"
"Not far. Do you want me to blindfold you?"
"No, I'll be quiet." He smiled at her, took her hand and kissed it.
"Just kiss my hand?"
He leaned over and kissed her lips.
"That was just a...movie kiss."
He grabbed the back of her head, pressed his lips to hers a little more forcefully and licked her bottom lip, begging to be let in, and she let him in. He deepened the kiss, and she tangled her fingers in his hair. It was a long kiss, neither of them wanted to end it. When he finally broke the kiss...
"That was...WOW...I'm dizzy."
"Should I drive?"
"Uh…yeah."
"Where to?"
"Right, right, left, second right…park."
"Sounds like…."
"Exactly."
When they arrived, Anakin parked on the left side.
"Help me, Anakin, I have some things to carry."
"What should I take?"
"You take the heavier cooler and blanket, and I'll take the picnic basket."
"We're having a picnic?"
"Yeah, I thought you'd like it."
"That's a fantastic idea."
"Really? OK. "If you like everything I've prepared, then we'll do it again next Sunday."
"I would like that, definitely."
They found a good shady spot and Anakin spread out the large blanket. She first took the glasses from the basket and the small bottle of champagne from the cooler.
"Oh!"
"Open the bottle, please."
He opened them and filled the glasses with the sparkling contents.
"To us."
"And what are we, Padmé?"
"Future lovers...maybe."
"Padmé, we live in different worlds..."
She interrupted him, "It's just a scheme, Anakin. We shouldn't allow ourselves to be pushed into these schemes. You dedicated a song to me the night before last...like a declaration of love, and I'm just reacting to it. Cheers!"
"Cheers!"
Everything she had prepared was now arranged on the plates and drinks in the glasses.
"You should take a photo of it, and I'm sure it tastes good. What did you do out of all this?"
"Grandma only made the pancakes, everything else is my work."
They ate and fed each other, it was fun. When almost everything was eaten, she packed up, he sat down with his legs stretched out and Padmé put her head in his lap.
"I feel nothing."
"I'm trying to control myself, Padmé."
"Why?"
...and so they teased each other for the next two or three hours, talking and laughing.
"I'll drive you home now."
They said goodbye with a kiss until Thursday. Four long days.
She spent those four long days at the pool caring for her grandmother. How long she would live? She hadn't seen her that much in the last five years, Boston was on the other side of the country, and she only came to L.A. on summer vacation and sometimes she was abroad. She also wondered what will happen to the beautiful house...will it be sold? The father will inherit the house, he had no siblings, but he had her and Sola and Sola loved the house too, but it was out of the question that any of them would live here. Downtown was too far away. You cannot have everything. She wanted to focus on something and someone she needed and wanted in her life. Anakin.
They were young, both of them...she didn't want to marry him, or not right away, but she needed him...now. All she has to do is convince him that she's not a little spoiled girl from the upper class.
Thursday finally came, she ran to let him into the house and get a kiss. He felt so good. He was cleaning the pool, and she sat on the lounger and watched.
"I will be waiting for you at McDonald's on Saturday at 12:00 pm, I don't want you to get into trouble with Watto."
"Then I'm looking forward to Saturday…and a delicious Sunday."
So, Saturdays and Sundays became their days. They had a lot of fun together. Sometimes she came to The Edith lounge with her friends on Fridays, but there was no flirting and no kissing, he had to work and remain professional. He got a lot of tips from them, but just as much as he was allowed to accept. She contented herself with the opportunity to watch him and be a little jealous because all the women in the lounge were devouring him with their eyes. The following Saturday at lunchtime, she teased him as a joke, but he knew it wasn't a joke, it was an indication of how she felt about him.
On the last Sunday in August, it wasn't that warm and there were a few clouds in the sky. Nevertheless, they decided to have a picnic. They realized it wasn't a good idea. The downpour caught them in the park. They collected the items as quickly as they could, but they still got wet to the skin.
"We're going to my place, you can't go home in these soaked clothes."
So now for the first time she'll see how he lives, she thought. Behind the garage was an extension, an elongated room, not that large. To the left of the entrance door was the shower, right behind it was a mini-fitted kitchen and just behind it, in the niche, was the bed with the television hanging on the wall at the foot of the bed. On the right was a closet, a dresser, then a bookshelf and the desk. It was actually more than just a student digs.
"You keep it neat and clean, nice."
"Yeah, that's how I was raised."
"I'll take a hanger from your closet." She took one and disappeared into the shower. When she came out, her hair was wrapped in a towel and she was otherwise naked.
"Padmé !" his eyes widened.
"What? "Have you never seen a naked woman before?" she hung the dress on the door to dry.
"I've seen many naked women, but not...you, and I'm a bit..."
"Excited? I see. Go take a shower."
His eyes stayed glued to her until he was in the shower. Shit, this will be hard, he thought. When he came out, he was wearing jeans, went to the dresser and pulled out a t-shirt.
She sat on the bed.
"Why are you looking at me like that, my dress is still wet."
"Lie down and cover."
"It's too warm for me."
He sat down next to her and was about to say something when Padmé buried her fingers in his curls and pulled him into a kiss. Then she fell backwards onto the bed, pulling him with her.
"Padmé, we can't do that. We shouldn't do something we'll regret later."
"Regret what? Regret having sex with you?"
"Look how I live, Padmé. For these hundred and forty square feet, I pay two thousand dollars a month. I live on my scholarship, which is just enough for the bare necessities and still have to save for the summer months because, despite having three jobs, I don't earn enough to cover the costs in these months. I can….." Now the truth has to come out. "….I can't afford a girlfriend, especially a spoiled rich girl like you."
She sat up against him. "I'm not a spoiled rich girl. True, I grew up in luxury, had all the amenities, but they mean nothing to me, money means nothing to me."
"When you have money, it doesn't mean anything because it's there, and you don't think about it, but when you have to work as hard as I do, every dollar counts."
"I understand what you're saying, but I can settle for little just to be with you...I love you, Anakin."
"You love me?"
"From the moment I first saw you...maybe I didn't realize it right away, but yes, I love you."
"Padmé, I love you so much it hurts...but I don't think it can work."
"It's been working for two months. If we have sex now, nothing will change. We go to McDonald's, KFC, have a picnic, maybe go to the cinema...I don't need expensive restaurants, Gucci, Prada, Chanel or Ferrari. When you're born into luxury, you don't think about it, you go along with it...it's like a voluntary imperative...but the only thing I really need is your love...love me, Anakin."
"You want me?"
"Yes, I want you so badly."
He got up, closed the window and lowered the blinds. She now lay down on the bed and watched him undress. He didn't have much on, but every single item he took off increased her pain of desire.
He climbed onto the bed, his knees hugging her thighs. He looked at her.
"You are so beautiful, Padmé."
His hands traveled from her hips over her sides to her breasts, which he lovingly squeezed. Leaning on his forearms, he kissed her eyes, nose, mouth, jaw, ears, neck and moved over her chest and stomach to her crotch where he buried his face. She fastened his curls and pulled, but he didn't mind.
"Oh Anakin, it's maddening..."
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this."
"And you have no idea how long I want that you to do it."
She was still trembling after the end of her orgasm, when he lay down next to her and hugged him.
"Was it nice?"
"Indescribably." She felt his stomach with her hand and ran a finger along the hair that led from his navel to his groin. His length waited for her touch.
"Put your hand on it."
She raised her head and looked exactly where her hand landed. "You are big."
"You will like it."
After a few minutes, she turned slightly and straddled him. She kissed his forehead, eyes, nose, mouth, chin, moved to his earlobe, sucked on it. She marked him, but he didn't mind. With her fingers and mouth, she explored his chest, every single muscle he tensed for her and with her index finger, she traced the sensitive path over the lower stomach to the groin area. She slid over his hardened manhood and over his thighs, kneeling between his legs. He winced as she swirled her tongue in his belly button, but as she continued downward, he began to moan. She knew how sensitive the area was. He was aroused, his hardness standing erect in a nest of blonde curls where she buried her nose, causing him to pull at her hair.
"Padmé please..."
She took the weeping tip into her mouth. He arched his back and bucked his hips, but she pushed him down.
"That's fine Padmé, don't stop…please."
He was big, she held the base with one hand, taking him as deep as she could and quickening the pace. Anakin's heart was racing, he even heard it in his own ears, he moaned loudly, louder and louder until his warm seeds filled her mouth. She swallowed everything, most men liked that, she thought he liked that as well. He breathed through his mouth, struggling to catch his breath, then looked into her eyes.
"That was heaven. ..come to me." He pulled her on top of him, she lay on him with her whole body. He stroked and kissed her hair.
"I love you."
"I love you too...but I'm heavy." She wanted to roll over.
"No...that feels so good...and we're not done yet." He winked.
"What else?"
"Final…do we need protection?"
"I'm on the pill."
"A Singleon pill? Since when?" he said with a grin.
"Since I hope to have sex with you."
He wrapped his arms around her and turned her so that she was lying on her back. His knees sank into the mattress, and he lifted her legs onto his shoulders, positioning his length at her entrance and slowly sliding inside her. This feeling of being inside her without a condom was like no other. She was so and warm and tight...
"Can I move, does it hurt?" he whispers in her ear.
"You're stretching me quite a bit, but it's a wonderful pain."
"Is it so good? Tell me, I want to make it nice for you."
"It is wonderful."
As he quickened the pace, her breathing quickened too, she was close...and then he felt her trembling and the spasms of her inner walls. He let go and after another few thrusts he reached his orgasm too. He fell on top of her, burying his head in the crook of her neck, but quickly remembering how heavy he must be for her, pulled out and sat down next to her. After a minute, he got up and went to the bathroom to get a towel. He wiped himself and her, pulled her close and caressed her.
"I love you, Anakin."
After a long break...
"I have never had so good sex, with so much feeling and yet so intense. How was it for you?"
"Overwhelming, that was the best sex I've ever had, not that I had much experience. And you, you definitely have a lot of experience, don't you?"
"Not more than the average man in my age."
"How many women have you had sex with?"
"Padmé !"
"Tell me."
"Fifteen or a few more…and your experiences…in numbers...since we're talking about it?" and laughed.
"Four."
"Not more?"
"For men the experiences are valued, for women they are reprehensible."
"You'll have a lot of sexual experience, Padmé, but I'm your last."
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Best regards from Germany