An Original Carolina Blonde

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Bree's parents are already at the beach. She staying the night and in the morning her sister coming from Chapel Hill will scoop her up and the two of them will join their parents.

My Bree Bree and I are playing house until then. We post up at the pool enjoying a beautiful April afternoon. I'm no sunbather.

However, I would die a thousand deaths for my Love, so doing something she thoroughly enjoys isn't such a chore. I'm lounging in a lawn chair. She approaches with Bloody Mary's.

Baby, I don't think I'm going to like a Bloody Mary. I say.

Sweetie, don't be such a baby. You love me, don't you?

Yes, but I don't love blood.

She giggles.

And why are celery sticks in our blood?

I must admit, I can be a spoiled brat and I've always been a very finicky eater. My heart walks right by me and goes towards the steps of the pool.

As she does, it's as if time actually stands still. She is in slow motion. Bree is in a white bikini, of which most of the material finds a beautiful resting place inside her tanned Apple Bottom.

Her blonde locks glisten in the high noon sun. My Soul is a one-of-a-kind original Carolina Blonde. She is so adorable putting her toes in the cool pool water, being extra careful not to spill our drinks.

She is all settled in. Bree gives me the come here finger and takes a sip of the beverage through a straw. I shake my head no and give a cute pout.

I'm afraid of vampires, ya'll drink people's blood. I say.

I'm your vampire Timmy, and I promise to be gentle when I bite your neck and suck your blood.

You promise.

Come on, I promise.

I walk over and gently get into the pool.

Baby, I'm cold.

Bree comes and gives me a hug. I warm up. She walks me into the shallow end of the pool. The water comes just below my waist.

I bend down to get eye level with her. We kiss. She playfully nibbles my neck. The water and my Bree feel wonderful against my body.

She takes my hand, and I follow her back to the steps. We take a seat on top of the step which is still in the water, my Air speaks:

Okay, so a Bloody Mary isn't really blood but tomato juice, Bloody Mary mix and vodka. The celery gives it extra flavor. I think. I'm not sure but here.

She takes the straw out of her drink and puts it in mine. She takes out the celery stalk. Now, like Joanie and Chachi in Happy Days, they put two straws in their milkshake and share the yummy beverage.

Ready. Wait, it's not a competition, so you don't drink the entire glass in one guzzle. Just take a mouthful and swallow.

We drink a mouth full, her heart speaks:

I like the taste of the tomato juice. It was spicier, but I like it.

See, told ya. You can trust me with your life. And since I'm your vampire, your eternal life.

Sweetie, if I can spend eternity with you, I would sink to the bottom of this pool kissing you. We would go to heaven together and you can meet my papa. I reply.

I'm enjoying the pool, the Bloody Mary and my Timmie. By the way, I will not be home for your birthday. I wanted to plan something special for you.

My mom prepared dinner last night and since she's the best cook ever. I want it to reheat the leftovers as your birthday meal. It's spaghetti with a Belize meat sauce, garden salad and cheesecake for dessert.

Before you say it, cheesecake tastes nothing like cheese. It's sweet with a graham cracker crust. You will love it. I want you to always remember your first birthday party.

You have given me so many special first and a birthday I will never forget. I just wanted to give you a first. Unfortunately, I will be your only guest. She gives an irresistible pout.

Aww sweetie, you are the only guest and the best present I will ever want or need.

We finish the Bloody Mary, lie in the sun, play in the pool, cuddle up on the couch watching The Little Rascals reruns until I fall asleep spooning my heart.

I awakened to the sounds of an R&B crooner, all alone in the large open 2 story family room. I feel chilly, the warm Bree that keeps me insulated. Gone without a trace.

As I shake off the cobwebs and get my bearings, I smell something delicious coming from the kitchen. I walked towards the smell.

Baby?

She turns, that smile, those eyes.

Hey there sleepy head.

My Air is wearing an apron that reads Kiss the Cook. I point.

Kiss the cook? I asked.

Yes, it's my mom's, but since I'm wearing it, I will take all the kisses tonight.

Who are we listening to? I asked.

Oh my gosh, I guess it's my sisters, but it's Teddy Pendergrass. He's such a brilliant singer. I've been listening to his cassette and all the songs are love ballads. Since we are so in love.

She takes my hands and gives me her lips.

Something smells as good as you look.

Yes, it's the meat sauce. I'm allowing it to simmer, but since you said I was your present. I wanted to dress up like a pretty package. If you are a good boy, you can unwrap me a little later. She giggles.

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Thank you baby, that was the best spaghetti I ever ate. I say.

Now it's time for your dessert. She replies.

Yeah, I would love a piece of Bree cake. I'm not so sure about cheesecake.

You are so clever, bad boy. I promised a cheesecake is just as sweet as your Bree cake. She replies with an embarrassed giggle.

My Heart brings out one enormous slice of cheesecake. She comes to sit on my lap. I pull out my chair and she comes between my legs and takes a seat on my right thigh.

She takes the fork and feeds me a bite. It's creamy, silky smooth and sweet. The graham cracker crust offers some crunch to the bite.

It's orgasmic to my mouth. I never thought these words would ever come out of my mouth. It tasted better than my mom's sweet potato pie.

My God baby, I've tasted nothing better, except for your sweet lips.

I know right. Told ya. Ok, now you love cheesecake.

Now, since I'm not this great poem writer like you, however, I wanted to give you something just as special as your Forever Bree poem. I want to give you something I'm good at.

She continues. I watched this documentary on PBS about JFK. You know President Kennedy.

Yes, sweetie, I'm aware.

He had an affair with Marilyn Monroe, the blonde bombshell.

Yes, I'm not sure where she's going with this.

She sang a super sexy, happy birthday to Mr. President. So my present is a song and dance for you.

Bree gets off my lap, takes off the Kiss the Cook apron. My Air is wearing a pink bikini top and matching wrap around her fabulous fanny.

She sings Happy Birthday to Mr. Kincaid in the sexiest rendition I had ever heard. The song alone had Mr. Johnson giving a standing ovation, and I'm not referring to the former Vice President.

My Bree's dance would make even a seasoned stripper blush. I follow my heart to her bedroom. We make love on top of the covers with the lights on.

Our eyes never look away. Each of us saw love and a future of happiness staring back. Our bodies melted. I became Bree; she became me.

Cold chills swept over my body while tears invaded the eyes of my Love. We simultaneously reached paradise, our bodies trembling in ecstasy.

It was the best day and night of our young life. We snuggle, cuddle, and fall asleep staring each other down. No words spoken. None required.

My Love and I did not know how that night would change our lives forever.