Andrea's Love

By Christopher Maddox

He was shocked to discover she was pregnant, but she wasn’t going to make things worse by marrying the wrong person. They had been close, childhood friends but not quite lovers. However, their old friendship was the basis for renewal. The pent-up lust and desire they felt for each other that was left over from years ago, quickly exploded into a sexual tension that begged for relief.

Excerpt One:
I had known Andrea Anderson for the best part of my sixteen years. We had been next-door neighbors since her parents moved to town fourteen years ago. She was eight, and I was six. Back then, she was cute in a freckly kind of way. She was thin. No, she was skinny. She had red hair, weird, green eyes, and she had tons of freckles. She always had a smile on her face, and the first thing I always think about when she comes to mind is that she giggled a lot. She was always happy.
She was into dolls, clothes, and sleepovers with her girlfriends. I was into GI Joe, war games, cowboys always beating the Indians, and camping with my dad. In other words, we had nothing in common except for a side yard fence. The one time my mom invited her over to play, she brought two of her dolls with her for us to play with. I preempted the doll thing by taking great pleasure in showing her my large collection of combat toys and stick figures. I was in the middle of explaining one of the battle scenarios that I knew by heart when she, rather demonstrably, cleared her throat.
She was looking right at me with her head turned down. Her eyes were staring at me from beneath her terribly wrinkled brow as if she were using some kind of death ray against me and all of my forces.
“Toby,” she said in an icy tone, “I just remembered something that I was supposed to do with one of my girlfriends. I’m sorry, maybe we can do this again sometime.”
With that, she turned, curtsied, said goodbye. For the most part, she walked out of my life, sort of. What I mean by that is that our parents didn’t set up any more play dates for us. I saw her almost every day, though. We rode the same bus to school, and occasionally, we even ate lunch together in the school cafeteria. But that was pretty much the extent of our relationship. We were friendly, but we weren’t exactly friends.
When she graduated from high school, she went away to college, and I didn’t see her again for nearly four years.

Excerpt Two: Several years later.
I watched her intently as I entered the bedroom and saw her beautiful body for the first time. The flickering light from the fireplace was casting an iridescent glow throughout the room. She was lying on the bottom sheet, and her beauty stopped me in my tracks. She was flawless with her creamy, white skin, glimmering in the reflected light from the fire. Her red hair looked as though it was ablaze in the glow of the reddish-orange flames.
“I’ve never seen anything more lovely,” I said as I stood there, looking down at her. My thoughts went back to our first, doomed playdate, and I began to wish that I had played with her dolls instead of trying to force GI Joe on her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christopher Maddox
• Release date: Jan 15, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311900654

Christopher Maddox

I have always been addicted to love and romance. I like strong, independent women, so I tend to write about strong female characters that either start out strong or develop whatever inner strength is needed to see them through. My heroes and heroines are sometimes flawed because mistakes and imperfections always build character and strength in strong people. Some of my stories are taken from life’s experiences while others are drawn from experiences I wish I’d had. In my world, there are no boundaries to the limitless pleasures that can be found in the female form or from the joy that can be shared between lovers. However, my books are not about page after page of mindless, non-stop sex, but when it is appropriate, I try to make it real. Where love and romance have a chance to blossom, intimacy is usually part of the equation because it is the fuel that ignites the desire that leads to love. I like to think of myself as an adult romance writer with a moral compass. I live in Florida with my wife and three, poorly trained, dogs. Oh, yes, I almost forgot. I love happy endings. I love hearing from my readers and appreciate their comments and suggestions. Click on the link below if you would like to send me a message. Thank you. [e-mail]

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Andrea’s Love

Christopher Maddox

Copyright 2016 Christopher Maddox

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This work contains content including descriptive sexual acts. All characters in this work are eighteen years of age or older. This is a work of fiction intended for adults 18 and over only. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Epilog

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Chapter One

How Could This Happen?

I had known Andrea Anderson for the best part of my sixteen years. We had been next-door neighbors since her parents moved to town fourteen years ago. She was eight, and I was six. Back then, she was cute in a freckly kind of way. She was thin. No, she was skinny. She had red hair, weird, green eyes, and she had tons of freckles. She always had a smile on her face, and the first thing I always think about when she comes to mind is that she giggled a lot. She was always happy.

She was into dolls, clothes, and sleepovers with her girlfriends. I was into GI Joe, war games, cowboys always beating the Indians, and camping with my dad. In other words, we had nothing in common except for a side yard fence. The one time my mom invited her over to play, she brought two of her dolls with her for us to play with. I took great pleasure in showing her my large collection of combat toys and stick figures. I was in the middle of explaining one of the battle scenarios that I knew by heart when she, rather demonstrably, cleared her throat.

She was looking right at me with her head turned down. Her eyes were staring at me from under her terribly wrinkled brow as if she were using some kind of death ray against me and all of my forces.

Toby, she said in an icy tone, I just remembered something that I was supposed to do with one of my girlfriends. I’m sorry, maybe we can do this again sometime.

With that, she turned and curtsied, said goodbye, and she, for the most part, walked out of my life, sort of. What I mean by that is that there were no more play dates set up for us by our parents. I saw her almost every day, though. We rode the same bus to school, and occasionally, we even ate lunch together in the school cafeteria. But that was pretty much the extent of our relationship. We were friendly, but we weren’t exactly friends.

This went on for several years, but then, practically overnight, she looked different. Oh, I think I must have been fifteen or sixteen at the time, and I noticed that the little redheaded girl next door had suddenly grown up. I know it didn’t happen overnight, but I must have been in a coma or something for the last few years because she was simply a knockout. She was a little taller than I was, which I remember really pissed me off, but the rest of her was made up of the kind of things that sixteen-year-old boys dream about, constantly. She wasn’t skinny any longer, but she was still thin.

When I first really noticed her, she was wearing tight jeans and a loose, emerald-green, V-neck sweater with just enough buttons undone that I could see a little of her cleavage.

At the time, I had no idea how big her breasts were, all I knew that they were large and sexy. They pretty much jostled and bounced around everywhere she took them. However, the thing that caught my attention the most was the way her incredible eighteen-year-old bottom swayed and quivered its way from where it was to wherever it was going.

She had a steady flow of good-looking, older guys hanging around her all of the time. Of course, they all had neat cars and could take her anywhere she wanted to go. I remember that it always made me jealous whenever I saw her go on a date, Friday or Saturday night, and I would have to stay home and watch television or play video games with my friends.

I know she was out of my class, but that didn’t keep me from having my way with her when I was alone at night after everyone else had gone to bed and was sound asleep. Hell, I even thought about changing my position on playing with dolls, and I would have if I thought it would have done me any good.

One thing did change about our relationship, though. It started changing when I realized just how cute and sexy she was and began being nice to her in any way that I could think of. I would strike up a conversation with her by giving her some lame compliment and then talk to her as long as I could until she had to go on to something else. Over a period of several weeks, she began to warm up to me, and we became friends, sort of. I might have been trying to read more into it than was there, but at least, she was being friendly toward me. As our friendship slowly grew, we began spending more time together and that got me closer to her, incredibly large breasts, her tight jeans, and her wonderful smell.

Fortunately, after she graduated from high school, she didn’t go away to college. She decided to spend her first two years at a local community college, so she could continue to live at home. This gave me many opportunities to see her, and occasionally, we would hang out together. We even went out for a hamburger once in a while when we just happened to be together, and it was convenient. I even managed to get her to go to a movie with me once in a while because it was something that she had wanted to see. Yes, they were chick flicks, and I had no real interest in seeing them. However, I learned my lesson several years ago when I tried to force her to play with my collection of war games, and I wasn’t going to make that mistake again.

I think one of the reasons that she felt comfortable being around me was because I never tried to hit on her. I wanted to, but I knew that I still didn’t have a shot, and I didn’t want to ruin the close relationship that we had developed over time. She was fun to be with. She was drop dead gorgeous, and I simply loved being with her because she never lost that precious, spontaneous childhood giggle.

Well, life moved on, and so did she. When I graduated from high school, I began attending the local community college. She transferred to a university halfway across the country, and when she left, we lost touch. Sure, there were a few emails at first, but they slowed down to a trickle and after six months or so, they stopped altogether.

Yes, I missed her; more than I thought I would have. I missed everything about her. I missed her giggle, her red hair, her freckles, and I especially missed her hugs once she began giving them to me. She always greeted me with a nice, warm hug, and she always said goodbye the same way. It was probably my imagination, but I could have sworn that, as time went on, her hugs became longer, and she pressed her large, incredibly soft breasts more firmly against me.

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Two years went by rather quickly, and I had just finished my second year of college and was trying to decide what I was going to do for the summer. I had several options, which included some of the usual things that