Blazing Under Summer Sun

The relentless summer sun beat down on the glass window, its rays searing through and scorching my skin as I slumped on the couch beside it. The intensity of the summer had surpassed that of the previous year.
Two weeks had passed since the school had shut down, declaring the onset of summer vacations. The prospect of idling away at home during the scorching summer held little appeal when you have a lover. My mind constantly replayed the heated moments we shared at school, reveling in the adventure of sneaking away from the prying eyes of humans and cameras.
However, being confined to the walls of my home and reminiscing about those days felt like a form of torture. Two weeks of enduring this solitude had reached its limit. It was time to take action against the wild impulse that surged through me, aching to be accompanied by her.
I hastily retrieved my cellphone from my pocket and typed her a message, expressing the longing that had built up within me. "I miss you so hard, bae."
Two minutes elapsed before my phone beeped, and a grin automatically spread across my face as I read her response that appeared on the screen.
"I'm missing you too, honey."
Excitement surged within me at the confirmation of her reciprocal feelings. It felt like vibrant blossoms blooming in spring, painting the garden with their lively hues.
"Let's meet," I suggested.
"Where?" she replied.
"Anywhere!"
"Mom will not allow me," she countered, presenting the classic excuse that girls often wield to thwart plans.
"I have a plan!" I responded.
"What's that?" she inquired eagerly.
"I'll be coming to your place to complete vacation work."
"Amm!"
"Yes!"
"I'm leaving home in 5 minutes. See you pretty soon."
I clicked off the phone and slipped it back into my pocket. It took me less than 5 minutes to get ready, and I arrived there even before the timer beeped at 10 minutes. Carrying my books and a box of chocolates for her, I knocked on the door.
Footsteps approached, but this time, the figure on the other side of the door wasn't her mom's. As soon as I knocked, she quickly descended the stairs and opened the door.
Her delicate figure emerged at the door, adorned in a yellow floral skirt paired with a purple top. She looked breathtakingly gorgeous, like a goddess who had descended from the heavens, graciously opening the door to welcome me in.
"Mom's not at home. I'm alone," she informed, turning around. As she said this, her back faced me.
"Wow, that's great," I smirked.
She directed me to the living room and proceeded to the kitchen herself. Following her instructions, I took a seat on the sofa, positioned below the tapestries I had noticed during my first visit to her home.
After a while, she reappeared from the kitchen, carrying a tray with two glasses of orange juice. Bending down, she carefully placed the tray on the table in front of me, and my eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse of her immature breasts, revealed by the deep-necked top she wore.
"So, how's your homework going?" she inquired.
Breaking the silence, a mischievous grin crossed her face. I moved my body closer to hers, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her against me.
"C'mon, I'm not here to discuss homework and school stuff," I reminded her, making clear the purpose of my visit. I pecked her lips, and she submitted to me without any resistance. Her fingers intertwined with my hair, gently gripping them in her fist. It was a passionate and intense kiss, the kind that follows a prolonged separation.
My fingers ventured underneath her dress, caressing her back and gliding along her bra strap. As I was about to unhook it, she abruptly jerked away. Gasping for air, her chest heaving, mouth parted, and eyes wide open, she realized something.
"Oh, I forgot," she exclaimed, hopping off the couch and grabbing my hand to drag me behind her.
"What happened?" I inquired, eager to know the reason for the sudden interruption.
"Just follow," she hushed me.
I climbed the stairs behind her, and we both turned the corner leading to her room. She shut the door when both of us were inside.
"It wasn't safe down there," she smirked.
I giggled, but my laughter seemed to irk her. She stepped closer, grabbed my collar, and pulled me in. "You making fun of me, eh?" she demanded, her eyes piercing through me like a sorcerer ready to reveal all the secrets.
"Definitely not!" I assured her.
She smirked and bit my lower lip, showcasing a boldness I hadn't seen before. I winced, but she instantly soothed it by trailing her tongue over my lip. The taste of her honey lingered on my lips, dripping down on my chin.
I swept my hands around her hips, lifting her up as she twisted her legs around my waist. "Love me harder," she whispered. I obliged by pinning her against the wall, trailing my tongue from her jawline to her parted lips. I bit down gently on her lip as her body pressed against the wall. Her hands slid down my chest, unbuttoning my upper buttons. She skidded her hands inside, exploring every inch of my body.
I could feel the heat emanating from her lower body, resting on my belly. I gently laid her down on the bed and positioned myself above her. She pulled me closer by curling her arms around my back, our bodies melding together like soft, juicy cherries against hard rocks.
I lifted off her top as she undid the remaining buttons. Sniffing her body, I nibbled on her curves as she caressed my bare back passionately. "You taste like cherries," I remarked.
She giggled, "So rich of blood and love. Oh my God, you're blazing harder than the summer sun. Let me burn you then with my fiery rays."
We both giggled before she turned me down, taking charge like a witch on her lover's broom, flying over the dark forest to hunt the man she desired. I felt ensnared between her thighs, radiating sizzling, hot heat.
"You're already burning me," I remarked.
"Wait for it," she smirked. The spark in her eyes revealed her wicked desires. I was more than ready to be hunted by this fiery witch.