It was the summer Samantha and I had both tuned seventeen. We where the best of friends, inseparable as far as I can remember. She was a fragile blonde with ocean depressed eyes, and had the most beautiful characteristic I 've ever been drawn to in a woman. Over the geezerhood she grew from a tomboyish kid, into a flawless young lulu. We both changed so a great deal over time.

She is quite the mysterious type, always has been. Always sneaking off to research the unsung. One summers day, we both ventured into the woods a few miles off from our homes. We came upon a tree with a rope and tire crafted swing attached to it. Samantha loved when I would push her on the swing. When we got tired, we would rest beneath the tree and talk for hours. We did this every day until the sun would set. In the setting sun, Samantha had the most beautiful way about her. I could n't help but stare. I was in love with this girl, my best Friend.

She eventually started showing signs she felt the same for me. Holding my bridge player, gripping me close to her, resting her head on my thorax when tired, and kissing my neck softly now and then. It was incredible.
Every afternoon Samantha and I walked together to the tire swinging in the Sir Henry Wood. One good afternoon she did n't show. I became concerned. This was n't like her. After looking in the common places she would expend meter, it dawned on me to walk to the woods. Maybe she would be there.

As I came upon the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree we usually rest under, I saw white framework flow in the air from the tire cut counselling. It was Samantha. She was in a flannel dress that was flowing in the wind. As I got closer I noticed red streaks down her pegleg. `` Samantha ! ``, I called out. She stood up and was startled. Tripping over her long apparel, she fell to the soil. I ran to her side. ancestry ran down her legs, and on her right hand. She began to cry. This bloodline was n't from her twilight, I thought. She rolled over into the recollective forage. `` Samantha '', I said timidly, `` A-are you alright ? ''. Her crying began to subside. She looked up into my optic and began to speak. `` Carter, I-I-I 'm sorry. ``
'' for what ? '' I asked softly.
She timidly lifted up her dress to her waist, revealing the reference of the blood.
'' I-I tried to wait, I just could n't serve myself. ``
Embarrassed, she sunk deeper into the skunk.
It all made sensation to me now. The profligate on her mitt, and down her pegleg. It was her doing.

I brushed her golden hair out of her eyes, and then stood up. A few feet away was a lowly current. I removed my shirt, and wet it partially in the water. I walked back to Samantha, and began wiping the blood away with the shirt. She gazed into my optic, and then at my revealed chest in wonder. After the blood line was gone, I set the shirt on the primer behind me. I gazed into her eyes, as she did mine. I reached for her Chin, and drew her closer. With a deep breath, I leaned in, and kisses her. She wrapped her coat of arms around my cervix, and quickly I wrapped mine around her waist.

We kissed, slowly, over, and over again. Some force inside me caused me to reach for her attire zipper, pulling it down, I let go half way. She stopped kissing me for a moment. `` Oh please Howard Carter, please ? `` she seemed to plea. So I continued unzipping her dress, and then slipping it over her head. A shear whiten bra had only remained. She nodded, as if giving me the ok to carry on. Unhooking the bra from behind, it soon fell to the ground. She soon grabbed my hands, and placed them on her chest. Her breast where unbelievable, bouncing with every movement made. I held them firmly and began to squeeze. She smiled.
Looking down, she motioned forward. Her fingers gliding across my stomach, soon met my belt buckle. She tugged, pulling it nigher to her, again and again. I reached down and removed the belt, along with the rest of my vesture. We both just seemed to count at one another, taking in the pile of our bare trunk.

'' Samantha '', I began, `` I 've never seen you this way. ``
'' You truly are the most beautiful girl I could ever imagine, and I 'm in love with you. `` She smiled. A single teardrop dripped down her cheek.
She replied, `` James Earl Carter, I 've always loved you, always. ``
I brought her close, and kissed her gently.

We rolled over to the point where I was on top of her. I could palpate the fondness of her stomach pressed against mine. She brushed my book binding with her fingertips lightly, as I kissed her forehead. She motioned her hip joint closer to mine, and began pulling me in with her legs.

'' you 're sure about this ? ``, I asked her.
She nodded, and closed her eyes. With her head tilted up, and a deep breath, she replied, `` ok, I 'm cook. ``
I kissed her, and began Sliding in slowly. She cringed, I went slower. Halfway in, it was tender. She began to bleed.
'' keep going, I 'm very well. '' she said, so I did. I pushed in advance, she let out a faint cry, quickly that turned to quiet moan. I did n't want to bruise her, but I thought getting the pain over with fasting would be ripe. I closed my middle, and with a powerful thrust, I pushed all the way into her. She yelled out, `` James Earl Carter Jr. ! It hurts ! It hurts so bad ! ``, I began to slow things down.

Her bleeding had stopped over time, which was a good house. I could smell out her soundbox was lupus erythematosus tense up than before. she was still mean, but not as much as when we began.
While holding her, I pulled out and sat up, my back against the Tree. I gently began pressing her down, going deep back inside her. She pushed my face into her breasts, and began moving up and down on her own. Picking up speed, she was no longer in pain in the ass. I began to get a feeling inside me. I gripped her back, and brought her dead body down on my lap to a halt. We both let out loud, cryptical, breaths, as I came into her.
We both rolled over into the forage and began laughing. Liquid was visibly pouring out from her, down her legs and into the grass.

I laid her down for one Sir Thomas More thing. I began kissing and rubbing her venter, going lower and low-toned. She was getting hot, her stomach was on fire. She looked down at me, as I looked up at her. I positioned myself finisher to her face to seem as if I was finished. She smiled at me, and ran her finger through my hair. As soon as she thought it was all over, I slipped in my middle and exponent digit into her. Her typeface turned red with excitement immediately. My body tingled watching her. She was biting her lip, as if trying to view as something in. `` You 're almost there, do n't be afraid to let it out. ``, I told her. Moving swiftly, before I new it, she came.

I held Samantha in my arms the rest of the day and night. We slept underneath the stars, and talked like we would do every Night.

carter had gotten Samantha pregnant that day. Her belly grew, along with the couples love. month later Samantha had given nascency to a son. At 17, he also found the tyre swing, with the fille of his dreams. A new journey began .