Marie-Claude lived two houses away from my grandmother. She lived with her mother, and I sometimes ran into her in the school hallways. She was a year older than me, so we weren’t in the same classes. I was fifteen, and she was sixteen. I used to visit my grandmother from time to time, and when I ran into Marie-Claude, We would chat together, and I got to know her a little. She made me uncomfortable, and I felt a bit embarrassed by her. She was the kind of girl with an over-the-top presence, very outspoken, and she smoked cigarettes openly. However, she was very pretty and very self-assured and she really turned heads, as the saying goes. Anyway, I think I was attracted to her, but it was possibly just some kind of teenage fantasy.
Whenever she approached me, she was always very kind and smiled at me all the time— something she didn’t do with other boys, and which she seemed to reject systematically whenever one of them came to speak to her. I carefully avoided talking to her at school because I feared being rejected. Curiously enough, she didn’t seem to have many friends, apart from the beautiful red-haired tigress who would fend off guys with incredible vehemence. I was afraid of that reddish flame!
I was small, a bit fragile, blond with glasses. And I was the one they called the nerd. I was top of the class and interested in space, science fiction, and very heavy music. Everything to scare a girl away and get bullied by stronger guys. But I managed to hold my own and I did very well with my quick wit and well-placed words. But for my parents, I was still a little too young to stay alone for a long period of time, much to my regret.
Every year, my parents went to a seminar, the details of which I didn’t really know, and I had to find someone to look after me because they were gone for three weeks. My grandmother took care of me at her house for that entire time, every year. The summer of my sixteenth year was memorable in every way. It was the last year that my grandmother looked after me, I would be able to look after myself the following year because my parents judged that I was aging faster than they thought and that my maturity was reaching a point where I was no longer a little boy. But, this summer was the most unforgettable of my entire life because something happened that I hadn’t seen coming and honestly, I was far from imagining that it would happen to me.
I had been at my grandmother’s for a week, it had rained all that damn week and to top it all off, my two best friends had each gone their separate ways for the summer and I found myself alone with my grandmother doing chores to help her. The first Saturday would turn out to be a magical day, full of surprises, but I didn’t know it yet. Around 10 a.m., the kitchen doorbell rang, and my grandmother went to open it. “Good morning, Marie-Claude! What brings you here so early this morning?” When I heard Marie-Claude’s name, I wondered what was going on. Why was she ringing my grandmother’s doorbell at 10 a.m. on a Saturday? I stepped out of my room to see what it was all about and saw Marie-Claude chatting with my grandmother. She gave me a big smile as she said hello, then went back to talking to my grandmother—for some reason or other.
Marie-Claude got straight to the point. “I’d like to invite your grandson to come and enjoy the pool, have dinner with us, and spend the whole afternoon and evening. We might even have a barbecue.” My grandmother gave her a strange look, her eyes almost menacing. “Don’t worry, my mother is here to keep an eye on us so nothing bad happens.” I begged my grandmother for permission to go. Marie-Claude became a little more insistent and, with her characteristic bluntness, blurted out to my grandmother, “Come on, do you really think you’re going to have your great-grandson in nine months? My mother is here, nothing bad will happen!” My grandmother burst out laughing and said, “Go get your swimsuit, there are large, clean towels in the bathroom cupboard, and don’t forget the sunscreen. Anyway, I have to leave you alone for a good part of the day and evening because I’m going out with some friends. We’re going to the big city.” Then she said to Marie-Claude, “If your mother is here, there’s no reason for me to worry. I hope you have a wonderful time, and you, my little rascal, don’t come home too late,” and she started laughing even harder.
I was delighted to be able to do an activity, especially with a girl, but I was more relieved to finally be able to get out of the house and forget all those chores my grandmother made me do. I was ready in less than five minutes and I left with Marie-Claude who burst out laughing as we left the house! “Your grandmother had a funny look when I suggested inviting you, but the fact that she found what I said to convince her funny was definitely priceless!” and she chuckled again.
When we arrived at her house, she introduced me to her mother. I was stunned to see how much they looked alike, they could have passed for twins! Her mother was a tiny bit shorter, but they had the same build, the same figure, and practically the same face. And that mischievous smile was absolutely identical on both lips, with the same playful, feline eyes. They were very, very pretty!
Seeing my bewildered and slightly questioning expression, they both burst out laughing in unison, with the same intonations! Marie-Claude said to me, “We wear the same size for everything and we’re constantly swapping clothes. Do you think we could pass for sisters?” I laughed, adding, “Twins, of course!” The three of us started laughing, and her mother added, “I like him, he’s a quick little guy and he seems pretty smart!” She then said to me, “Go to the bathroom, put on your swimsuit, and meet us at the pool. It’s behind here, go through the patio door.” Marie-Claude said, “I’ll join you in ten minutes.” When I saw Marie-Claude arrive by the pool, I couldn’t believe my eyes so much that I had to look away. “What?” she said defiantly. “Are you afraid I’ll realize you find me beautiful and sexy? I know I’m beautiful and sexy, so you can look at me however you want!” And she burst into laughter, her genuine, heartfelt laugh.
In reality, she had hit the nail on the head and she knew it perfectly well. She had put on a very, very tight black one-piece swimsuit that revealed her curves and especially her breasts, which seemed to me, I must say, to be of a very nice size! She was magnificent with her short dark brown hair and her large earrings that hung almost over her shoulders. I couldn’t look away any longer. She had short nails, but she wore a vibrant red polish on both her fingernails and toenails. She had beautiful little feet and lovely little hands that looked soft. She beautified her space and fascinated me. I had fallen under the spell of this magnificent and irreverent girl.
We were discussing a lot of things, this girl was definitely very quick-witted and she talked a lot. She asked me a ton of questions about all sorts of things, what I liked, what I wanted to do with my life. She said “I want to become a doctor, like my mother, but more of a general practitioner, not really a specialist like hers. I know I’ll have several years of study ahead of me, but my mother convinced me to start immersing myself in it right away so I’ll be better prepared for university.”
Her mother arrived with a tray full of sandwiches, raw vegetables, and other appetizers for dinner. She kissed her daughter on the forehead and said, “I trust you. Don’t be silly and be careful with him. Don’t hurt him too much, he seems like a good little boy. See you in three days. Don’t make a mess while I’m gone.” She waved goodbye and left. I stared at Marie-Claude with a major question mark on my face. She smiled mischievously and gave me an almost Machiavellian wink. “You told my grandmother your mother would be here!” She grinned broadly and replied, “She was here! I just didn’t tell her for how long!” She burst out laughing, squirming with delight in her chair.
I started laughing too. This girl was definitely something else and she was worth getting to know! We continued swimming for a few hours while chatting about life, our future plans, and our desires. Out of the blue, she asked me, “Do you have a girlfriend?” I answered, “No.” “Have you ever had a girlfriend?” I laughed nervously and answered, “No.” She smiled at me and finally asked, “Have you ever kissed a girl?” and I answered, “Never.” She laughed heartily, saying, “Either you’re gay or you’re not very outgoing!” and started laughing even harder! “I’m not gay, I just haven’t had the chance yet, but I’m sure it will come.” She lit a cigarette and took a long drag, exhaling it a few seconds later. She held her cigarette so sexily that it flustered me every time she brought it to her mouth to take a drag.
“Admit it, you find me beautiful and sexy, and that you’re attracted to me,” she said, completely serious. Trying to change the subject, I asked, “And you, do you have a boyfriend? Have you ever kissed a boy?” She smiled tenderly and replied, “No, neither.” So, trying to be funny, I asked, “Have you ever kissed a girl?” She stubbed out her cigarette and looked me straight in the eyes and replied, “Of course! A few times, but for your next question, I don’t have a girlfriend, and I’m not entirely lesbian. I like boys too, but not all of them. I like quick-witted guys who don’t think they’re musclemen, and I especially like it when they’re intelligent, interesting, and above all, honest. I like you!” And she smiled at me with one of the most beautiful smiles I’d ever seen! “I admit it then,” I replied. “Admit what?” I smiled nervously and confessed, “I find you very seductive and very sexy. You overwhelm me, and I feel all strange in your presence. I find you magnificent, and I’ve never said that to a girl before!” She said to me, “I know. Shall we go inside? It’s starting to get quite hot and we have air conditioning in the house. Let’s go change and continue our quiet conversation in the living room.”
We continued to talk more intimately, I was a little embarrassed but I felt completely at ease with her. She listened attentively, and I did the same. Suddenly, out of the blue, she asked me, “Have you ever watched porn while masturbating?” I was surprised by the question, but it was, all things considered, legitimate to a certain extent. I told her, “Yes, often, especially when my parents aren’t home!” She smiled as she sat squarely on the sofa. “Tell me! Tell me everything! Can you last a long time, or do you come quickly? What does it feel like to ejaculate? Does a lot of fluid come out, or just a little? Do your balls hurt afterward? Or before, if it’s been a while since you last came? What has an instant effect on you? What turns you on so much that you get hard and can’t control the urge to masturbate? Tell me everything, I want to know!”
Her bright eyes sparkled with curiosity, she genuinely wanted to know and learn everything about the subject. But I had a closely guarded secret that I didn’t necessarily want to share, for fear of being judged or ridiculed. So, I sidestepped the answer by asking a simple question: “Is it the future doctor speaking, or the curious girl?” I said, giving her a half-smile.
Suddenly, her eyes widened and grew even brighter, as if a brilliant idea had just sprung to mind. Her mouth fell wide open, and she looked straight into my eyes, saying, “I like you more and more!”
She placed her hands on my cheeks, smiled, and brought her face as close to mine as she could. Then, she kissed me passionately on the mouth. The sensation of her lips against mine was indescribable, I found it wonderful, but I didn’t quite know what to do. After all, I had never kissed a girl before! She pulled her lips away from mine, looked at me tenderly, and said, “Open your mouth a little and use your tongue as if you were eating an ice cream cone.” She closed her eyes, pressed her lips back against mine, and slid her tongue into my mouth to meet mine, making small, delightful movements. I let myself go and returned her fabulous kiss with passion. She moaned softly and seemed to enjoy it, in any case, I certainly loved it! She stopped kissing me and said, “Now you’ve kissed a girl—one more thing to check off your list! Plus, it didn’t take you long to figure out how it works! With a little practice, you’re going to be an amazing kisser!” She started giggling and took my hands.
Suddenly, and in all seriousness, she asked, “Would you play doctor with me?” I replied, “What?”—my mind flashing back to my little cousin who, when she was very young, always wanted to play doctor with her little Fisher-Price kit. She burst into that wonderful, open, honest laugh of hers, and I didn’t know what to think anymore. “We aren’t playing doctor like when we were kids, you know!” she said with a giggle. “I told you I wanted to become a doctor and that my mother had already started my training a long time ago. I already know a lot, but to keep my skills sharp and not get rusty, I need to practice every now and then. So, since willing patients aren’t exactly easy to come by, would you agree to help me with my practice?” “Um, I don’t really know! Do you mean here, right now?”
I was rather skeptical about this outlandish request and wondered if it wasn’t a joke. As if to convince me, she said, “Come on, I’ll show you something cool.” She took me by the hand and led me to a closed door. She opened it, revealing a staircase that led down to the basement. She turned on the light, and we went down the stairs to another closed door. When she opened it, I saw that it led into a small room with a few chairs and a table piled with magazines. The décor was simple, and it looked like a sort of waiting room. “This is my mother’s medical office,” she said cheerfully. “This is the waiting room, as you can see.” “That’s the receptionist’s desk—she handles calls and appointments. I grew up here and have seen a lot of things. This is where my mother has been training me for university since I was very young. I was born to be a doctor, she tells me that at least once a week!”
She was enthusiastic and visibly delighted to show me all this. She opened a large, padded door and said, “It’s to mask what goes on in here and keep the people waiting outside from hearing anything. It’s completely soundproof.” She turned on the light, revealing a fully equipped examination room—though there was a peculiar chair with footrests right in the middle of the spacious area. “Impressive, isn’t it? My mother is a gynecologist, and this is her treatment room! She lets me use it however I like when the practice is closed. So, are you going to help me or not? Do you want to be my patient so I can practice?”
I was far from sure how to answer, aside from a rather feeble “um.” She looked at me with a pitiful, pleading expression and said, “Say yes—it won’t hurt, I swear!” Finally, I said, “All right, if it helps you, I’m game.” She was so happy that she let out a huge shout of joy and started dancing on the spot like a little girl who had just been granted special permission—much to my amusement. She says to me, very seriously, “Do you promise to do everything I tell you, without asking questions and without hesitating? It’s very important for the exercise I’m about to do. I’ll say it again: it won’t hurt you at all, and it will help me enormously. Treat it like a game and just go along with it!” “Promise me! You’ll do everything I ask without a word, just as if you were with a real doctor?” I replied with a laugh, “I promise, you can start the game and run whatever tests you want on me. I promise I won’t say a thing and will just let you do whatever you like without saying a word.”
She seemed fairly satisfied with my answer. She opened a large cabinet, looked me up and down, and then took out a hospital gown. “Take off all your clothes, put them on the small chair, and put on this gown.” I gave her a questioning look, but she raised a finger and said, “Don’t say anything—you promised!” I replied, “Okay, okay. I’ll do it! But could you please step out, or at least turn around, while I undress and put this thing on? Should I take off my underwear and socks too?” She answered with a hint of defiance, “I said *everything*! Besides, you don’t have to worry about me seeing you, you’ve got plenty of time. I have to leave the room to get dressed for the exam myself, it shouldn’t take more than fifteen or twenty minutes.” I asked, “That long?” She shot back, “Yes, that long! Get used to it—when you go to the doctor, you wait!”
She left the room, winking at me and smiling with a look of sheer amusement. I took off my clothes and put on the gown. Fastening it at the back wasn’t easy, but I managed it. It was rather short, so I’d have to be careful not to flash my crotch—especially since my ass was already pretty much exposed! I sat on the examination chair and gazed around the room while waiting for her to return. There was a large lamp above the chair, cabinets scattered about, and a sort of cart at chair height—likely for holding various instruments. There was also a small stool on casters, designed to keep the doctor comfortable during examinations.
What fascinated me most were the footrests at the end of the chair. Would Marie-Claude use them for her practical exam? And what would that famous exam actually entail? So many questions raced through my mind—questions that would eventually be answered in due time. I had promised to do whatever she asked, and I trusted her, even though deep down I was a little apprehensive about this sort of game. After what seemed like an eternity, the door opened and Marie-Claude entered the room, to my utter astonishment.
I couldn’t believe my eyes and had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Yes, she had changed—but certainly not in the way I had imagined! She was wearing rectangular, black-framed glasses that made her look a little older and gave her a stern air. They suited her perfectly, especially with her short, dark brown hair. She had applied a brilliant red lipstick and used eye makeup to make her eyes stand out even more. My heart raced when I saw her beautiful face. But what unsettled me the most—and to my utter amazement—was that she had slipped into a very short, skintight white dress with an ultra-glossy finish. She was also wearing long white thigh-high nylon stockings featuring a stunning, wide, floral elastic band, along with dazzling white stiletto heels.
I was speechless, she was truly beautiful, and I felt a wave of heat wash over me. The only time I’d ever seen a woman in an outfit like that was in a porn movie—and this certainly wasn’t a movie! She smiled at me but said nothing. She picked up a stethoscope, a thermometer, and a blood pressure cuff. Then she said, “I’m going to start by checking your vital signs before the full examination.” I was a little nervous, but I felt confident. As she approached me with her instruments, I caught the scent of a sweet, fruity perfume wafting from her. The fragrance gave me shivers, and I felt a fresh wave of warmth wash over my entire body. She placed a small plastic sleeve over the tip of the thermometer and told me to open my mouth, which I did. She placed the thermometer under my tongue and asked me to keep my mouth closed for a full minute. Then, she took her stethoscope, put the earpieces in, and slid the chest piece under my gown to listen to my heart. The thermometer gave a little beep, and she said, “That’s fine, you don’t have a fever.” She placed the cold chest piece against my back and asked me to “take a deep breath, then exhale.” She repeated this a few times, then removed the stethoscope and felt my neck with her fingers.
Finally, she put the blood pressure cuff on me, saying, “It might feel a bit tight on your arm.” Everything seemed fine—my blood pressure and heart rate were good, at least according to the machine, because I could feel my heart racing! “We can proceed with the full examination now. Sit comfortably in the chair and put your feet in the stirrups.” That was it. The question that had crossed my mind turned out to be true: she was going to use the stirrups for my “examination.” I made a concerted effort to ensure my private parts weren’t visible, but the gown was so short that keeping them covered was a real struggle. “Are you comfortable?” she asked me very gently. I replied, “Yes, I’m fine. I’m a bit nervous, but I’m okay.” She smiled and said, “See? It hasn’t hurt too much so far, has it?” I smiled back at her and shook my head.
Then, as if in a vivid waking dream, she turned and bent forward without bending her knees. She carefully spread her cheeks apart to fully reveal her beautiful little ass! She was wearing a thong with a barely visible, slender string that accentuated her two beautiful, round, firm buttocks. She calmly ran her hands up and down one of her thighs, taking care to caress the pristine white stocking all the way down to the stiletto heel of her shoe. She did the same with her other leg—even more calmly and sensually this time—turning slightly toward me to watch my reaction. She slowly swayed her hips in a highly alluring manner, and she seemed to be enjoying what she was doing. I just couldn’t believe it. But what exactly was she doing? I felt like her examination was getting a bit weird, but I was too stunned and aroused to say anything. She smiled at me, lightly biting her lower lip, and opened the small cabinet she had been leaning toward. I felt my penis begin to swell with arousal and decided to just let things take their course, whatever happened next.
She rose calmly, with a very feline grace, and walked back toward me, giving me a playful look with her beautiful eyes from behind her glasses. She appeared at least four years older than her actual age and carried herself accordingly—like a seasoned woman well-versed in striking alluring poses to arouse someone. She had an incredible effect on me, she was attractive and turned me on immensely. Suddenly, I saw what she had taken from the cupboard, and panic seized me. She was holding a very familiar envelope, and I knew full well that my most closely guarded secret was about to be revealed in a matter of seconds. I was sweating, short of breath, and knew exactly what would happen if she opened that envelope. She placed it on the small trolley beside the chair, turned to face me, and looked at me with an expression of sheer delight and magnificence. She began opening the envelope, took out the folded paper wrapping, and unfolded it very slowly before my wide-eyed, bewildered gaze. She picked up one of the gloves from inside and slipped it on with extreme sensuality. That was all it took for my cock to go rock-hard, making it difficult for me to hide my erection from her.
She slipped on the other glove—possessing that same incredible sensuality—while looking at me with a naughty, aroused expression. She slid her gloved hands against each other in a gentle motion, finally bringing those beautiful, pure white-gloved hands up to her mouth and nose, inhaling the exquisite scent emanating from the very marvels that had given me so much pleasure since my youth. She smiled when she noticed how hard my erection was, I was incredibly embarrassed and didn’t know where to look. “Now, that is very interesting!” she said. “But what could have caused such a magnificent erection—one that looks so hard?” She spoke in a playful, flirtatious tone.
“This looks a bit more serious to me, I’ll have to take a closer look. Do you mind if I have a look?” She knew, I am sure of it. She had instantly guessed my deeply hidden secret. Yet she didn’t seem to mind, in fact, she appeared amused and curious to take things further. I replied, “No, I think the damage is done anyway. You can continue your investigation.” She smiled and said, “Great!” She lifted the gown that covered my shame and pulled it back over my abdomen to gain easier access to my crotch. “You still haven’t answered my questions, my cute little darling! But now I know exactly what it takes for you to get a magnificent, instant erection! That’s one of my questions answered!” She spoke in a calm voice, yet one so sultry that my erection grew even harder. I felt like I was about to explode, but I had known how to control myself for years.
She took my rock-hard cock between her fingertips, gazing at it as she gently moved it this way and that. I found myself letting out a small, stifled moan and apologized to her. “Sorry, but this is the very first time someone other than me has touched my penis while wearing gloves. It gives me a strange sensation—like I’ve lost all control.” I was more than embarrassed, but the situation turned me on a lot. She took my cock in her hand and stroked it gently, marveling at what she saw and was doing. She said to me, “This is the first time I’ve ever touched a penis—with or without gloves. I have to admit, I find the experience fascinating.” She began stroking it faster. “Is this how it’s done? What does it feel like? Judging by your reaction, you certainly seem to be enjoying it!” She continued to stroke even more firmly, much to my delight. “And the balls? Should I stroke them too?” She used her other hand to cup my scrotum, tapping my hard testicles in a wonderful way. “They feel full, how long can you hold back before you ejaculate? How much fluid will come out?” She moved her hand back and forth faster and faster while kneading my testicles between her gloved fingers.
She sensed I was about to cum any second and stopped dead. That girl really had a gift! She moved toward me from the side of the chair and took my hand in hers. She gently spread her thighs and placed my trembling hand between her legs, over her panties. “Touch. Feel your hand on my wet panties. Feel how aroused I am. Doing to you what I just did for the first time really helped my practice, I understand the male mechanism a bit better now. But doing it to *you* is something more. I felt a fever of desire rising within me, and I love that feeling of heat between my thighs.”
She let go of my hand and undid the top three buttons of her tight-fitting dress. Then, she bared her breasts and began to caress them with her gloved hands. Her breasts were magnificent, her nipples were hard and pointing forward. She pinched them between her fingers, caressing herself gently, and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it. She says to me, “Look at me intensely, and just watch. We’re far from finished—take control and watch me pleasure myself.” She delicately removed her thong and let it drop to the floor. She showed me her wet pussy and licked her lips in a way that left no doubt about her intentions. No porn movie could compete with what I was witnessing at that very moment. She slid her hands down her body to reach between her legs. With one hand, she caressed her clitoris—very gently, yet with confident sensuality. It certainly wasn’t the first time she had masturbated, and it was clear she had plenty of experience in the matter. She caressed her clitoris a little more firmly and let her fingers drift toward her pussy. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back, and she was moaning with intense pleasure. My erection was still going strong, and my cock was hard as ever. Watching her pleasure herself sent strange electric jolts through my entire body, I had never known anything quite so amazing between two people. Suddenly, without any warning, she placed a foot on the rolling chair and inserted two fingers into her pussy, letting out a cry of pure bliss. She was coming like a demon, and I was witnessing this intense joy! She looked at me, her eyes rolling back with a twisted facial expression, and smiled, letting out soft, uninhibited giggles.
She pulled her hands away from between her legs and slipped one hand into a pocket of her beautiful, sexy dress. She took out a packet containing a condom and said to me, “Now, it’s time for both of us to lose our virginity. Do you want to lose yours with me—right here, right now? I have only one desire, and that is to sit on your beautiful, rock-hard cock!” I replied, “Nothing would make me happier, my beautiful friend, you turn me on so much, and even though we’ve only really known each other for a few hours, you’re the one I want to lose my virginity to.” She kissed me and unrolled the condom onto my still-hard cock.
She climbed onto the chair, taking care to leave my feet in the stirrups, and positioned herself over me. She took my penis in one hand to guide it, looked me straight in the eye, and said, “Ready? Here we go!” before slowly lowering herself onto it. She was so wet that I felt no pain—only pleasure and an exquisite warmth as my cock slid deep inside her. We both cried out in ultimate ecstasy once we were joined. She leaned toward me and kissed me passionately while moving her hips back and forth. It was pure bliss—a hundred times better than I had imagined. We were one, and it was simply magical.
I undid the remaining buttons on her dress, and she slipped it off while continuing her movements, which were becoming increasingly frenzied. I took the liberty of caressing her breasts, her buttocks, and her entire body, sending shivers of pleasure through her and making her moan even louder. I could hold back no longer, I felt the surge rising and the magnificent sensation that accompanies ejaculation. She arched her back, clamped her legs together, and let out a scream loud enough to wake the dead. My climax was so intense that an explosion of feeling made me howl with pleasure—a howl unlike any I had ever let out before. We stayed joined together for a long time, and I felt my erection starting to fade. I said, “I should pull out to avoid an accident that my grandmother wouldn’t be proud of in nine months!” She looked at me and laughed softly, saying, “No problem—I’ve been on the pill for three years!” I started laughing too. I helped her clean everything up and put the room back the way it was. Suddenly, she said to me with a slightly sad look, “You know I’ll never be your girlfriend, right?” Tears welled up in her gentle eyes. “I’m not cut out for commitment—I don’t think I ever will be, it’s just in my nature. Promise me that if you meet a girl you like, you won’t hold back because of me.” She sobbed, and I took her in my arms, saying, “Of course I know, and I’m perfectly fine with that. But after a day like today… can we be friends?”
She gave me a playful slap while wiping away her tears and retorted, “We’re already the best of friends, you poor moron! I knew it the moment I first ran into you! I didn’t invite you over for a swim and lie to your grandmother just for the sake of it! I sensed that we would totally understand each other—and that’s a pretty rare thing. I’m an introvert, and I don’t let just anyone into my life. But you—you had a kind of aura that made me feel at ease right away!” She smiled and let out a little laugh. “I love you so much, my sweet darling. And I love you more than if we were a couple. Could we be best friends with benefits?” I replied tenderly, “But of course, my adorable sweetheart! I love you too, and you’ve cast a spell on me, you naughty little witch!” We laughed for a few seconds, and I got ready to head to my grandmother’s house.
She said to me, “Tomorrow, I’m going to my dad’s for two weeks. I’m going to miss you. Shall we exchange numbers? That way, I can call you when I get back, or text you at any time and we can plan to do something together.” I replied, “That’s a great idea—especially since my birthday is in two weeks. I’ll be able to join the exclusive club of sixteen-year-olds!” She answered, “Not for long, I’m turning seventeen in a couple of months when fall will be there. Laughing, I said, “Okay, old lady! Let’s do something in two weeks—we can have it at my place. My parents have a mountain cabin and go there every weekend. I haven’t gone with them for at least six months, so I’ll have the house all to myself for two days!”
She kissed me before saying, “Wait, I’ll be right back!” She went back down to the basement and returned immediately, saying cheerfully, “Here, a gift! But it’s not your birthday present—it’s a gift for being my best friend!” She handed me three packages of different gloves. She added, “Make good use of them, and above all, think of me when you’re having fun with them!” I thanked her warmly and gave her a great kiss.
My grandmother was waiting for me, and I had to hide my gloves to keep her from asking too many questions. She said, “So, how was your day? You didn’t do anything reckless, I hope?” I replied with a smile, “Of course not, Grandma! Don’t worry—you won’t be a great-grandmother in nine months, we took precautions!” She laughed and said, “You little rascal! Go take a shower and get to bed, we have things to do tomorrow!” I smiled as I thought back on that memorable day.
To be continued…