Page 16 of Their Romantic Chalet

Lavender sighs. “Makes you feel really small. Really puts you in your place.”

“I’ve always known that,” I ponder aloud. “I see how big the forests are. And even with how much I’ve explored them, I know there’s still more I’ve never seen. And these forests are not even one percent of all the forests in the world. Not counting the parts that aren’t covered with trees.”

“I mean, I’ve always kind of known that too. I’m just one person. How many is the world up to? Eight billion? Yet my parents keep going on about how important I am. How I’m going to be able to do so much, be able to change the world. Like, I’m just one girl. How am I changing the world with so much going on?”

I throw my arm around her shoulder and hold her close. “They want you to feel like you can make a difference. So they tell you to shoot for the stars, and then I guess if you miss, you’ll end up doing something or other, even if it really is minor in the grand scheme of things.”

“My parents expect more out of me than most, though. Like, the standards they have for me are absolutely insane.”

“Oh. Those types of parents.” I went to school with a lot of kids with those kinds of parents. That tended to create neurotic messes of people. I’m happy Lavender seems to be keeping it together better than they did.

The cool night air spreads over us as we sit next to the fire. It’s such a precious moment.

“You do what you can. You try to improve the lives of those around you; you try to be an asset to your community,” I say, as I stare up into the twinkling stars of the night sky. “If that’s not enough for them, then I’d start to question their value as parents.”

“I’m already doing that all the time.” She scoots closer to me, her knees bent with her arms around them, and my arms around her. “I kind of yearn for that more down-to-earth connection. Like you have with your family. And the people of Evergreen Valley.”

“Nothing saying you can’t have that too.”

“I’m not from here. I grew up elsewhere.”

“Yeah, so? People move all the time. If you’re willing to be a part of the community and treat everyone as friends and family, they’ll soon start to treat you the same way.”

“I don’t know if I can do that. I feel so different.”

“And I have no idea what you’re talking about. No one thought you were from out of town when they saw you working at Hannah's bakery stall. At most, they probably wondered where Hannah was.”

“I guess it might be all in my head.”

She has her own anxieties. So do I. Everyone does, and they’re usually all different.

It doesn’t change how I feel about her. She’s precious and beautiful, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way about a girl before.

I caress her cheek, before taking hold of her chin, and guiding it to mine. She looks back at me with those passionate brown eyes.

There’s no way I can resist kissing her. Embracing her. Her womanliness overwhelms me, and my tongue entwines with hers. She melts into me, and the heat between us flares up. The blanket over her shoulders slides off her, and I see her entire beautiful, naked form in front of me again.

She’s so eager and giving. A smile comes across her face as her hand goes down to my cock, taking hold of it, and it comes to life, fully, in her hands. Not like it took much. I’d been at half-mast just sitting next to her and enjoying her company.

Her touch is so light and delicate, yet immensely arousing. “Let me take care of you, like you took care of me.”

My grin grows, and my head tilts to the side before nodding.

I’m her first.

It’s so obvious to me. How naïve she is about so many things, how cautious, and the awkwardness in how she moves.

I don’t hold it against her. Not at all, everyone’s gotta have a first time eventually, and I’m glad she deems me worthy of being the first man to have her. I also take this honor as a duty to teach her what to expect from a man, so if for whatever reason I’m not her last, she'll have the self-respect to demand what she needs from whoever follows me.

Lavender’s fingers close around my cock. Her touch is tender, no death grip happening here. She gently strokes me, and I can’t help but shudder. I’d like to think I’m a man with some stamina, but when it comes to Lavender, I can’t help but feel helpless with her touch. She places a hand on my chest, urging me to lie back and let her take total control. I obey, lying flat on our bed of clothes and blankets. She runs those dainty, lovely fingers down my body, licking her lips as she stares up at me.

Her curious hands slide down my shaft, taking hold of my balls, still heavy despite me draining them into her not long ago. They shudder, and she massages them, rolling one gently in her fingers, then the other. She lifts my shaft to kiss my balls before anything else, taking them into her mouth, and shuffling them about, a gentle touch, leaving me shivering with anticipation for what would come next.

She must have—let’s call it studied—certain techniques online. She’s going on eagerness and that knowledge alone, her tongue’s juggling of my balls leads to her tongue sliding up my length.

I gasp from the intensity of that touch. Her mouth explores the rest of my cock, stopping to lick her lips, to show me she enjoys the flavor and that she definitely wants more.

She kisses me on the tip of the cock, before opening her mouth slightly and starting to take me in, trying to be as tight as her actual pussy. The delightful friction is driving me mad, leaving me gasping. I reach down and stroke her face, pulling that purple hair out of harm's way to let this prodigy to her work unimpeded.

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