​     Nineteen-years old. 

     Home from college for the summer. 

     Her name was Angel.

     They had wild crushes on each other, although neither would admit it. They'd spent the better part of an evening at a party off by themselves, chatting away, connecting. The following weekend, they did the same at an impromptu picnic kind of deal, their hearts drawing closer with each verbal exchange, each anecdote, each joke, falling in love, really. 

     Then, 

     Breakfast at Adam's favorite greasy spoon. Afterwards, they decided to go for a walk before it got too hot to be outside. They found a trail that wound through a couple miles of wooded land. 

     They stopped at a fork on the trail to exchange their first quick, tentative kiss, then held hands as they continued. They found it hard to walk because they could no longer take their eyes off each other.   

​     And that's when they came across a treehouse. 

     Someone had built it out of two-by-fours and plywood. The floor was nice and solid. Whoever had been there before had left behind four filthy blankets, one a thick, woolen blanket. 

     That's the one they used for a mattress. 

     Angel sneezed. "It's dusty," she said. 

     "Want to leave?"  

​     "Look at how sweaty I am, and it's not even noon yet." 

     Adam touched a drop of sweat that had formed on one of her bare shoulders. That was followed by kind of an awkward kiss. They both went for it at the same time and missed each other's mouth. Their aim got better quick, though. They sipped on their bottles of water as their kisses became deeper and more loving. 

     They stretched out on the blanket and ran their hands over each other's bodies while they kissed. Adam went to feel between her legs. She pushed his hand away. She wanted them to be naked first. They continued to gaze longingly in each other's eyes as they removed what few summer garments they wore. It was at this time that Adam discovered that the auburn color of her hair was a dye job; her pubis was coal black.  

     Adam slipped his stiff penis into her like that was the most perfect place it could possibly be, and that's where he stayed, for several seconds, in that position, holding for as long as he could that first moment of nakedness and connection. Adam almost felt like crying he was so much in love at that moment. There were her two naked breasts, and there was her pubic hair pressed against his, and it all just felt so fucking precious and beautiful.  

      He explored the inside of her cunt with his erect cock. Eventually, that became a stroke, stroke. It was like they were so in sync, he could just sense each time she wanted him to pick up the pace a little. They reached the point where they both knew the orgasms were coming, and they were going to be big, and as they happened Angel let out a half-cry, half-shriek that, afterward, embarrassed her.

     "I hope no one heard that," she said.

     And then they couldn't stop. They stayed in that treehouse for hours, until their water bottles were empty and it really did get just too damned hot. It wasn't like they were going for multiple orgasms; it was that the intense power of their love for each other would not release them.

     They staggered away from the treehouse with their arms wrapped tight around each other, flush with the sacred certainty that the finest thing in life was to make love with someone you love.    

     They passed a man on the trail sitting cross-legged in front of small fire he'd made. The red flames grew larger and larger as Adam and Angel passed.  

     "He'd better keep an eye on that," Angel said. "As hot as it is, he could start a fire." 

END OF CHAPTER SEVEN

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