The next day, I was thinking about sex. I was a virgin (I think I mentioned that before). I was antsy, waiting for Andreas to come. He didn’t come through breakfast, lunch, or dinner. After dinner, I went up to my room and masturbated, hoping, hoping that he would come and find me. I was too excited to sleep, so I lay under my covers in only a nightie, staring up at the ceiling and wishing for him to come. He hadn’t forgotten, had he? I hoped not.

It was nearly midnight when a heard a pinecone against my window. I jumped up, opened the blinds, and looked down. Sure enough, there was Andreas, looking so perfect in his shirt and boxer shorts, in his bare feet. He waved to me. I waved back and crept silently down the stairs and opened the screen door of the porch.

He saw me and ran up the porch steps without a sound. I prayed that Gram and Gramps were still asleep. Bee was a sound sleeper. It would take an earthquake to wake her now.


As soon as Andreas reached me, he pulled me into his arms for one long, passionate kiss. My arms were draped around his neck, his on my hips. We kissed for a long time, before I remembered that we were outside, on the porch, in the middle of the night. I pulled him inside.

“We’re going upstairs to my room,” I whispered. “All right,” came his soft reply. “But I don’t want to go anyplace where I can’t touch you for more than a second. He kissed me on the lips. Then, before i knew it, he had picked me up in his arms and carried me up the stairs! All this while kissing! I was feeling really turned on. We reached the door to my bedroom, and he let go of me on the bed. He leaned over me, kissing my lips, then moving down to my neck.