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"Account of Courtney & Jeremy | gunde | 8

 

Cynthia Dixon was enjoying having the large house to herself, even if it did get a little lonely as the sun began to set. That evening marked the end of the third day which had gone by since her mother and father had left for Chicago, where they were to spend a week enjoying a second honeymoon. She marvelled at the fact that her parents would have been married for twenty-five years to the day on the next day, with them saying “I do” to each other during her father’s last year at college.

Thinking of marriage made Cynthia think of Charlie Jones, and she twirled a lock of her lustrous brown hair between her fingers as she thought back to when, two months earlier, Charlie had reacted to Steve Porter calling her a “spoiled, stuck up little brat” by getting into a fight with him.

Steve was the local bully, with the size to back up his abusive behaviour, while Charlie was a quite scrawny guy who stood just a bit over five and a half feet tall. Somehow though, Charlie had managed to win the fight, primarily due to his tenacity and the way in which he seemed too angry to care about the punishing blows which Steven had managed to land on him. Charlie had walked her home after school that day, his bright smile clashing with his black eye, and the two of them had shared many short, nervous conversations and longs looks as Cynthia’s previous crush on him developed into something much deeper.

Lying in her bed with a book placed over her stomach, Cynthia sighed deeply as she thought back to how Charlie had seemed on the verge of kissing her for the first time earlier that time when his baby brother Robert, who was eighteen, one year younger than Charlie and the same age as Cynthia, had shown up to disturb their privacy.

Excited by the thought of what it would be like to kiss Charlie, Cynthia put the book away and adjusted her nightgown, sighing again as she pressed the fabric against her large chest and felt a familiar tingling between her legs as she began to imagine Charlie holding her in his arms as his tongue entered her mouth.

Deciding to switch off the lamp on her nightstand before slipping out of her gown and fantasize a little about Charlie before falling asleep, Cynthia was stopped by doing so by the sound of someone tapping on her window.

The sound startled Cynthia, particularly since her bedroom was located on the second floor, and she sat up in her bed and felt her pulse quicken from her fright as she glanced over at the window.

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw that the figure leaning out in front of her bedroom window as he clung on to the downspout for dear life was Charlie.

Happy that she hadn’t turned out the light yet, Cynthia slid out of her bed and raced over to open the window and let him in.

[Contains writer's notes]

 

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          Let him in before he falls!

 
 
 

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