Lindsay Anderson

Lark Lindsay Anderson

Standing on the beautiful, white sanded, clear blue watered beach with tall, sexy, blonde, gorgeous, Kent, and getting lost in his lips, my head swims with lust, passion, yearing and desire. Ever since Mom and I started meeting Kent and his Mom, Kara, at their nice and amazing beach house in Henley Beach, Florida for the first Tuesday-Friday of August, which started five years ago, Kent and I had always picked at one another, bickered, and annoyed the living daylights out of one another! Today while at the beach, Kent and I had gotten into a huge fight. As I was about to slap Kent in the face out of the pure rage, anger, and rage that was boiling up inside of me, he grabbed my wrist before I had the chance to slap him, and pulled me close to where our bodies were close to touching. Before I could react to the pure shock that I was feeling, he had leaned down and began to kiss me. After spending a second or two wondering what was going on, I quickly realized what the answer was, and that it was the answer that I had been hoping for. Immediate-ly, I began to kiss him back just as intensely as he was kissing me!