Scarlett

Chapter 1

It was my summer break. Summers had always been somber for me after the death of my first love at the age of 14. The warm sun and humidity only ever reminded me of her body against mine as we laid on the fresh cut grass. This summer I had decided to do some research in a small historical town in Oregon. I found a quaint bed and breakfast that could house me for the summer, it had historical significance so it would be a good place to settle. As I drove to this small town, I rolled down the windows. I loved nature, the smell of pine, and chirping of birds. I pulled my old black Volkswagen into the driveway of the beautiful historic home. It's run by a mother and her daughter who live in the house. As I get out of my car the mother hurries her way outside with a big smile. She has short brown hair and a pretty face. Homely, but pretty.

"I can get your luggage for you" she says, already opening my trunk and grabbing my suitcase. She starts to take it inside.

"Thank you ma'am" I say with a smirk on my face. I watch her slender figure struggle to carry it into the house. She opens the door and sets it down as I follow behind her. The inside of the home is just as beautiful as the facade. There is walnut paneling everywhere and the house is a bit musty. It was the smell of history, and the perfect place for me.

"Your room is up the stairs and to the right" she says with a smile. "After you get your things settled, let me give you a tour of the rest of the house." I go up the hardwood stairs carefully with my luggage and turn to the right. The room is the perfect size and there's even a sturdy oak desk where I can do my work. I unpack my suitcase and put my clothes into the dresser near the bed. All of the furniture is very old. I already liked the place. There's a door leading to another room from my office. I look through the door. It must be the daughter's room. There are band posters all over the walls, and it looks to be the room of a young girl. I smile to myself. I make my way down the stairs and see the mother waiting for me in the living room. "I see you've gotten yourself settled. You can call me Margaret. Who do I have the pleasure of housing this summer?" she asks looking at me.

"Carlisle. Nice to meet you Margaret" I reach out and shake her delicate hand lightly. She smiles at me.

"Let me show you the garden. It's absolutely beautiful this time of year" she says leading me outside. I follow her outside. The garden is very beautiful. There is a swing on the back porch and a glass table for sitting outside. There are rose bushes everywhere. My favorite flower. But there was another flower in the garden. Lying on the grass with her eyes closed was a captivating young women in a red bikini. It must be the woman's daughter. She hears us come outside and sits up. She's pleasantly tan, with beautiful long legs. Long brown hair, with a gleam of a thin blonde streak glimmering through her hair. She waves over at us with a smile that completely steals my heart. Her charming lips stained with red. "That's my daughter, Scarlett" she says. "Her room is next to your office. I hope that she doesn't disturb your work. She can be quite the handful sometimes" she says with a laugh. Margaret's words almost completely passed through me. I was staring at Scarlett. She looked like the love I had as a child, only even more beautiful. How could this be? Over the past 31 years I had never been this taken by any women, and she was only a girl. My pants began to stiffen as I watched her lie there like a goddess in this garden of freshly cut grass and roses. She sat up again. Only this time completely standing up. She began to walk over to us. She stands right in front of me. I can see the shape of her nipples through her bikini. She looks me in the eyes. They were almost sparkling. They were a beautiful hazel, with a blue ring around the outer edge of her irises. I couldn't even begin to fathom the beauty of what was standing in front of me. She reaches out her hand to me. Her nails were painted a dark red, along with her toenails, that matched her bikini. Her arms were quite toned for a girl of her age, as well as her legs. I grab her hand and she shakes it firmly. Much different than her mother's dainty handshake. I immediately smile. Completely lost in her eyes. She was a handful.