A Summer To Remember

Chapter 1

"I hate how this is the last day of summer."I tell Brad while he's holding my hand.

He replies, 

"I know right? I can't believe our summer together is over."

At that moment a tear fell from my eyes. Brad noticed and wiped my lone tear, but his hand lingered on my face. He turned my face into his direction and said,

"Don't cry Leilani."

He tilted my chin up after that statement, causing our lips to brush against each other as he whispered against my lips,

"I love you."

After that statement I crashed my lips into his and kissed him like it was our last. The kiss I engaged quickly transformed into a hot make-out session on a secluded beach in Hawaii. As our lips moved passionately in a synchronized motion I couldn't help but think how everything was perfect. It was so surreal. Who would've thought that I, Leilani Sanders, would experience a summer romance as if it were pulled straight out of a young adult romance novel.

When we pulled apart I took it as the perfect opportunity to tell Brad,

"I love you too." 

               Brad chuckled while gazing into my eyes, and thats when I noticed that his little member had suddenly became hard. I laughed and looked down at his crotch then back up into his eyes, allowing him to follow my gaze. When realization struck he blushed. I can't believe I just made a 21 year old Hawaiian surfer guru blush.

          This summer has changed my life. I used to be a little insecure sophomore that was obsessed with reading romance novels. I was a prissy, never-been kissed virgin that was socially awkward when it came to guys due to my lack of experience. Now I am a confident fifteen year old who is perfectly content with her new found love life.

                        But I am hesitant. I know I might be moving too fast. We've only known each other for a short time period but there is something about the way he looks at me  that takes my breath away. When I first arrived at my Dad's house I noticed a dark blue Jeep Wrangler parked outside with a surfboard angled in the back seat. So I rushed inside in hopes of asking my dad to get me surfing lessons, but when I entered the house my dark brown eyes reached a pair of symetrical hazel ones, my heart skipped a beat. I was in such a daze that my hips knocked over some mail that was lying on a nearby table. My dad chuckled at my expense and said,

"Hey sugar, this is Brad, the best local surfing instructor."

Realizing that my mouth was still open I closed it while blushing and walked towards the pair of men before me and said,

"Hey, Brad nice to meet you. " as I extended my hand towards the sex god. 

He was wearing a white tank top that showed of his tribal tattoos on the top of his right arm. It resembled a a ring of black spikey leaves, and god knew I had a weak spot for tattoos and naturally well built men.

He stood up in an instant, lightly grabbed my hand with his as he lifted it up to his hand and placed a tender kiss on my right hand. After he smiled exposing his perfectly white smile while looking through his shower fresh medium length black hair , he tilted his head to look up at me an said,

"The pleasure is all mine."

I was hooked from than point on.

As I lay in the sand, with my head on Brad's lap I look up to him and ask,

"Do you honestly think I'm pretty? Or do you do this with every girl you teach how to surf?"

I gaze up into his eyes as he responds,

" I've had some flings with some of my other clients but none of them have captivated me as you have. Not only with your beauty, but also the way you possess the ability to hold a conversation about something other than yourself. And to think that this is my last day with you baffles me. But what concerns me more is that your only 15."

I got up so quickly after his statement, causing my flower in my naturally curly black waist length hair to fall. As I raise myself up off of Brad's lap, I question

"I thought age wasn't an issue. If it was I would've lied and said I was seventeen or something else."

Brad sighed and lifted my white lily off of the floor stood right next to me and said in a calm and husky voice,

" And the crazy thing is, is that I would've believed you."

I laughed and said,

" Why's it so crazy ?"

While placing the white flower back into my curly hair above my right ear, Brad said,

" It's crazy because of your amazing body I would've believed that that your seventeen I am so attracted to you Leilan. And the fact that your fifteen just makes me frustrated because I have theses urges that I can't control around you. The fact that you were honest turns me on even more."

                           I gulped. What do I say to that. I'm not stupid. I'm not going to lose my virginity to this guy I met two months ago. I wouldnt want to have a kid with him so the answer is no. But I have needs too and I want him just as bad. Brad was a sex god he was inhumanely.  He had a v cut in his lower ab area and boy did his happy trail make me happy. The real reason why I haven't had sex with him is because the girls here are so beautiful, I can't believe he actually wants me. 

I've always been insecure. I never believed that I was actually pretty. I guess it was because I never had a real boyfriend outside of elementary school, don't get me wrong of course I'd flirted with guys before and I've gotten hit on before, my problem was I never believed any of it partially because I never fit in at my K-12 school back home in california. I was picked on in elementary school because of my carmel skin tone that made me stand out amongst the fair skinned girls that attend my school. But I was always proud of my culture even if I wasn't white.My father is hawai'ian, a native islander. But my mom was born in california. Hawai'ian nontheless because of her mothers decent, Ethiopian due to her father's heritage.

Brad suddenly coughed snapping me out of my internal struggle and he had this smirk plastered on his face.

"I know you think I'm hot but do you have to undress me with your eyes all the time?" He asked playfully.

My cheeks reddened as I replied,

"Don't act like you don't do it all the time."

He smirked,

"I didn't say that. I'm doing it right now actually."

My blush deepened so I turned my head to my left as I bite my lip playfully.

                      He laughed and turned my face towards his and he kissed me. The kiss turned into yet another steamy makeout session. But this time it was different. His kisses were so much more passionate like he was hungry. His hands began roaming my body. Next thing you know were rolling around in the sand. but when we break apart for air but our foreheads are still touching. Panting I gaze into his once hazel eyes and noticed that they were now green.

Shocked I pulled away from him. And question him,

"What the fuck?"