Lustful Desires for Annie part 1

As I sit here on my porch on this lovely Sunday afternoon, I reflected on my life. A life gone by, so quick and filled with many sweet memories; you see I’m an average town man who lived an average life. A life that doesn’t concern many, but a life that have had some secrets no one had ever knew; only her and I are the ones who shares this secret. Back then when I was younger, back in my elementary years, a girl moved next door to me. Growing up as kids we’ve played alongside with each other and soon grew to be best friends. Her name was Annie, a sweet girl she was, and I always enjoyed her company. Even before I knew what love was, I always felt this magnetic attraction towards Annie. So here we were, two young children who grew up in a charming little suburban neighborhood. My wife Christine would also later join us in our little peaceful town. A few years would have passed by before she does so.
I’ve always wanted a tree house, a sanctuary where I could call my own, I wanted it for such a long time. To have a swinging tire tied to the tree; that was a dream of mine as a kid. So my dad built a tree house in our backyard on our oak tree. I remembering peering up and looking at that tree, I thought the tree could have reached into the sky. We finished the ladder to the tree house and that soon became our second home. A place where no one could bother us and a place where you could only be let in by my discretion. I remember Annie clear and vivid. Her long straight black hair that just shimmered in the sunlight as she ran, the ways her eyes twinkled as though the stars have been put into them and how her radiant white skin glowed in the moonlit night. Her complexion matched mine, I was light skinned myself and my black hair didn’t seem too shabby when I compared it with her. We look gorgeous together and I knew as the years flew by, I would one day fall in love with this girl. To me, she was like an angel; one I never knew I’d lust for one day. So as the flow of life traveled on, Annie and I soon began to grow up. I realized one day, she was not the same Annie I knew before. She was timid and shy now, sometimes not even looking directly at me in the eyes anymore when we talked to each other. I think it was because of how her body was changing, she wasn’t sure if she was beautiful; I told myself I’d be the one to change her mind. I knew that girls went through changes as they grow older, but for Annie to grow so distant, I was quite dumbfounded.
I was 17 now, and Annie just had turned 17 also. One day, it just hit me that Annie grew up to be such a beautiful young lady, the day was perfect; the skies were clear, and it was absolutely gorgeous. Noon had turned to evening, and the skies echoed the colors of the fall. Orange and red filled up the skies and I thought it would be a great idea to call Annie over to talk and hang out in our tree house, the place where we lived most of our lives as kids.