Dear Ethan,
I am very sorry for taking so long to respond to your last letter - I have had a lot of school work and my parents are very strict with me. I was so pleased the day that it arrived; I grabbed it as soon as it was delivered and rushed to my room to read it. It may have been my overactive imagination but I was sure I could smell you on the pages.
Congratulations on your examination results; you did very well. School here is boring me greatly - I wish to be back in Scotland, with you. When my relatives ask me about my time in Scotland, I always tell them about you and what a kind, smart young man you are. I think my parents can tell how much I miss you because I am always talking about you and about your letters. Papa said that we may go on vacation to Scotland next summer. It would be wonderful to see your face again - it is all I have thought about.
You must come to France, as well. I will show you the scenery and we can spend time together, doing whatever you want to do. You can meet my friends - I have told them everything about you - and they will see how lovely you really are. Many of them are very jealous that I met a handsome, Scottish man and are always asking about your latest letter. Some of them do not believe me when I tell them how handsome you are - will you please send a picture of yourself? If you do, I will think of a way to repay the favour…
I was sorry to hear that Michaela and Luke are no longer together; they were such a nice couple and she told me she really loved him. If you see Michaela, please send her my best wishes - she was so very kind to me throughout my time in Scotland. Please do say hello to all of your friends from me, especially those we went camping with.
I think about our camping trip all the time and how you were so sweet to me. When I am in my bed at night, I imagine you are with me and we are in that tent again. I remember how amazing you made me feel - I want you to make me feel like that again. Even now, my body longs to feel yours again. It excites me to imagine what we might have done together if we had been alone that night, or if we had had more time together. Thinking about it now is making me want you a lot.
Since your letter arrived, I have read it more times than I can remember. Each time, I hear your beautiful voice reading it and it is like you are right there with me. If I am alone, I touch myself and pretend that you are doing it. It is never quite the same though - I need your big, strong hands to touch me again. I picture being back in the tent and running my hand down your chest and over your underwear, then grabbing your beautiful, thick…
Ethan jumped at the sound of the door bell, snapping out of the trance the letter from Aurélie had ensnared him in. Surprise turned to mild panic as he realised, first of all, who must be at the door and, secondly, that he was hard as a rock. He rushed frantically to stuff the letter into its envelope and hide it in his desk drawer, before tucking his aching erection into the waistband of his jeans and making his way downstairs.
The bell rang again just as he reached for the handle and he beamed broadly, panting slightly, to welcome the beautiful girl that stood in the doorway. "Hey," he gasped, stepping back to allow her to enter.
She paused on her way in to kiss Ethan firmly on the lips, lightly running her fingertips up his left side. "Hey," she replied, smiling her sweet smile that Ethan had grown to love over the past weeks, "Why are you so out of breath? What you been up to?" There was no suspicion in her voice, only gentle curiosity.
"Oh, I just didn't realise the time, so I quickly tidied my room a bit when you rang the bell. Sorry." He followed her along the hall and up the stairs; she was heading straight for the bedroom. Thoughts of the gorgeous Frenchwoman, which had, until two minutes ago, occupied his mind, vanished as he watched the slinky, petite figure of his girlfriend before him. Excitement and nerves swirled around in the pit of his stomach; somehow, he knew this was it.
As soon as they entered the bedroom, which had, in fact, been spotless for days, she turned to Ethan and kissed him intensely; she was wasting no time whatsoever and Ethan was taken aback a little at her fervour. Of course, they had not planned for this but the implication had been evident since the extension of the invitation. Ethan, however, had not expected it to happen so swiftly; perhaps the wait had been just as hard on her as it had on him. With a hand, she led him onto his own bed, signalling that their wait was over.
They knelt together atop the turquoise bedspread, staring at each other intently, want in their eyes. The house was empty; this was the first time they had been truly alone with no fear of interruption. Ethan leaned in to touch her lips softly with his own, running strong hands down her pale arms as she let out a low purr of contentment and grazed his thigh. The moment felt to him more perfect than he could have wished it.
He placed his hands at the small of her back and pulled her down onto the bed, propping himself on shaking arms over her. She smiled as though to say, "I'm ready," and they plunged into the deeper, fuller kiss of young lovers.
With each passing moment Ethan's nerves eased; with each press of her lips, his confidence grew. A solitary finger traced a path from her chest to her navel and continued to the waistband of her denim shorts, pausing for an instant before slipping under her cotton vest with the rest of the hand. The skin it met was velvety to the touch and emitted a comforting warmth. He felt dainty fingers being pushed through his hair, as his own met the material of her bra, evoking the momentary panic that all men experience upon encountering such confounding contraptions.
Breaking the kiss for a calming breath, he raised her body towards him and brought a second hand to meet the first at the clasp. His facial expression of intense concentration was met with a girlish giggle as he fumbled at her back, slipping once before conquering the enigmatic device.
"Gie's a break," Ethan protested, a faint redness flushing his face, "I'm new at this."
He was then pulled into a forgiving kiss and his embarrassment disappeared as a second tongue was introduced into his mouth. They swirled against each other for a while, each one familiarising itself with the texture of the other, only parting company for the removal of first her top, then his.
The plain white bra fell away to reveal two small, pert breasts and Ethan succumbed to an impulsive urge to place his lips over one of the pink nipples, erect with her arousal. At first taken aback, she quickly grew to love the flick of his tongue and his light suckling, closing her eyes whilst enjoying this new pleasure, letting out a low moan as he gave a slight nibble. He was enjoying it just as much and, revelling in the reaction he was receiving, moved on to the second.