The End of Summer Read Free

on her nipple.  She made
circles around it and looked into my eyes.  My breathing became heavier, and my
desire for Camille was boundless.  She took her finger off her nipple and
placed it on my lips.  I leaned forward, my lips one inch away from her pink
nipple.  I hesitated for a moment, then I gave Camille’s nipple a kiss.  I
moved back and went in again, and this time, I opened my mouth and took her
nipple in my mouth.  As I closed my lips over it, I heard a light moan escaping
Camille’s mouth.  Then she pulled away and a squeaked an ayy!  She
leaned forward again and kissed my lips.  I knew that I might have bit her
nipple as my sucking became more vigorous.  Our lips unlocked, and I was now
ready to try again. As soon as my lips touched her nipples again, I heard a
voice coming from behind us.
    “ Camille,
que faites-vous?” the voice called.
      Camille jumped off me back to
the couch and quickly re-hooked her dress.  Her mom was still standing at the
studio door but was obviously furious.  My dad was not there.  She came towards
us, and I stood up and walked away from her.  Camille stayed seated without looking
up at her mom.  As soon as her mom came closer, she noticed the glasses, took
one of them from the table and smelled it.
    “ Du
vin aussi? Pute”, she said to Camille and took her hand, lifted her off the
couch and led her through the door to the studio.  Immediately, I took the wine
glasses and poured them in the sink and rinsed them.  Dad came out, asking what
had happened.  I told him that Camille’s mom saw us kissing.  He shook his head
and didn’t say a word.
    Five
minutes later, Camille and her mom came out of the studio door, and after they
said a few words to my dad, they left.  Camille turned around and winked at
me.  She was so sweet.  That experience made believe that a French Kiss is only
real as long as you kiss a French girl.
    I
never saw her again after that day. I only kept a couple of pictures from my
dad’s archive, and Dad and I never talked about what happened.  Over time, Mom
and Dad grew farther apart, spending less and less time together in the house. 
When one was in, the other was out working and vice versa.  I knew that they
were not going to be together like before, but I enjoyed the brief moments that
we were a real family.
     “Excuse
me, how is Bleecker go?”  A Japanese tourist stopped to ask me for directions, cutting
short my trip down memory lane.
    “You
go straight and then right.”  I replied with both words and hand gestures, to
make sure he understood.  I watched him walk away while thanking me with the
traditional bow and saying, “ Arigato ”.
    I
kept walking, with every step getting closer and closer to Lyn’s house, and I
knew I had to make a decision soon.  I had to go up there.  I had to see her
mom. I didn’t look up as I passed Lyn’s building slowly.  I wouldn’t dare go
up.  Really what was I thinking coming here?
    “Richard…Richard.” 
I heard someone call my name.  I stopped and looked back.  Behind me there were
a couple of guys delivering furniture, and I was sure that the voice I heard
was a woman’s voice.
    “Richard…
up here,” I looked up and it was Lyn’s mom calling me from the bedroom window. 
She had a lit cigarette in her hand.  “Lyn doesn’t let me smoke inside.  Where
are you going?  Come up.”
    Her
elbows rested on the window sill, and she was leaning forward.  Her breasts
were squeezed together, and their top half was exposed.  Her hair was wet and
laying on her right shoulder.  I was looking at her with a desire that I had
never felt before.  Her light blue eyes glistened, and her smile was so sensual
and exciting.  Everything about her was attractive, even in the way she held
her cigarette, in the way she blew out the smoke out of her lips.  For me, the
most sensual thing was the way she looked at me.  It was not the look of the
mother of my friend.  It was a look