Summer Solstice

GENERAL WARNING: This story has harsh language and minor sexual content. Both my characters are of age. One being 20, the other 24. 

Hey kids, how's it goin'. This is a one shot for a romance contest. I had a lot of fun writing it, and I hope its good enough for you guys. Please vote/comment.

June 21st, the Summer Solstice. Andrea wakes up with the sun. 

After all, this is her favorite day of the year. She gets ready for the day, quick to dress, donning her shortest shorts and lightest tank top. This year brought a ridiculously hot summer, and Andrea is sure it would hotter than ever today. The brunette walks into her kitchen, pulling out several things from the fridge and pantry before getting to work. She prepares two sandwiches, one peanut butter and jelly, one ham and cheese. A few other items are made up, before Andrea pulls a wicker basket from the top of the fridge and places everything neatly inside. She leaves her small apartment and walks to her car, leisurely taking in the heavy air, thick with the scent of ripe fruit trees that are all over the open areas of the building.

 Andrea is already starting to sweat, she feels it at her temples and fans herself as she starts the AC in her small car. She pulls her thick hair into a high pony tail, pulling the already damp strands away from her neck. It was just past six in the morning, and already this hot. 

Andrea is burning with excitement. She quickly drives into town, purchasing a breakfast to go, along with a couple of novels. She continues to drive, until it's nearly eight o'clock in the morning. The sun beats down on her as she exits the car. 

Andrea opens the trunk of her vehicle, pulling out a large umbrella and a blanket, as well as her wicker basket. She goes back to the front seat to grab a towel and the newly bought books, placing them both into the basket. Closing the back door, she locks the car up and makes her way down the familiar path. 

Andrea passes several mango trees, and picks one from the ground. She peels the red-orange fruit and bites into the soft flesh. Juice runs down her hands, covering her fingers and running down her forearms. She quickly finishes the sweet fruit, tossing the pit away, and reaches into her wicker basket for a napkin. The trek lasts for fifteen minutes, luckily Andrea is under the shade of trees on either side, so the heat doesn't have too much effect. 

Already, though, she feels her tank top sticking to her back. At the end of the trail, the path opens up to a sandy area, fading into a large, clear lake. The sand is a dark, natural brown, speckled with a variety of warm tones. The water is tinted a light green, and is clean enough to see all the way to the bottom. Surrounding the area are tall trees that keep the spot shaded, except for when the sun is directly overhead. Andrea recalls fond memories of coming here as a child, with her father. 

Every year he brought her here the day of his visitation, and every year since he died, Andrea had made sure to keep tradition. This was the only day of the year she saw him when he was alive, and he passed when she was 14. It's been ten years, and not once has Andrea failed to visit this little sanctuary on the solstice.

 It is a calm, quiet spot that almost nobody knows about. The few people that do hike around here usually do so on the other side of the lake, where the paths are more extensive.

Andrea sets her blanket and umbrella up directly in the middle of the beach, laying the wicker basket on top. She then strips out of her tank top and shorts, pulling her hair out of it pony tail and shaking it out. Andrea walks into the cool water, letting it pull the heat and sweat off of her body. She dives under water and swims out to where her chin is just out of the water. She lets her body float naturally float up, so that she lying flat, waves lapping up and around her face.  She soaks for a while, just listening to the sweet tune of birdsong and the shudder of the trees as a breeze passes overhead.