Adore You, My Love

By Edward Austin

Olga, a Ukrainian native, is a geopolitics lecturer at the Sorbonne in Paris. She appears to like everything: published by a large Parisian publishing house when she was less than thirty years old, professor at one of the world's most prestigious universities, blonde, sculptural figure - the gods appear to have bestowed everything on her.

But this is an illusion: despite her desire for affection, Olga is and has been lonely for a long time. Because she conceals a dark secret that stops her from living a happy life...

Then, this autumn, she encounters Bérénice, a twenty-year-old French brunette full of charm and terribly seductive, both to men and to women...

But Olga has never adored a girl, and she has no idea how...

Nonetheless, she is drawn to this girl in every class, she dreams about her, she constantly thinks about her...

Even so, she knows she'll never take the first move...
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nguyen Larry
• Release date: Apr 5, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215197271

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Anne Summer 39

I'll never forget you

Olgas Brüste

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Adore You, My Love

Author: Edward Austin

Anne Summer 39

The car stops in the small village square. Mr Saint-Hilaire is coming with his daughter Sophie for two months, from June 15 to August 15, in the town of T..., a four-hour drive from Strasbourg on the German side of the border.

A wealthy industrialist and a member of the Franco-German Society for the Promotion of Good, he comes to help another member of that group to get his brewery back on its feet, which is losing money. He is a sales specialist. He speaks fluent German: when he was imprisoned for two years during the last war, he is convinced that exchanges of all kinds must be encouraged between the two countries in order to avoid another confrontation.

The mayor, Herr Müller, is already waiting for you. He shakes Sophie's father's hand vigorously, makes a little bow to her and then turns around.

- My daughter Anne.

Sophie discovers a striking person: the young woman has tied her hair into two long pigtails like a child and is wearing a white dress that is fastened at the waist with a narrow belt and leather sandals.

What is immediately striking, however, is her face: sensuous, plump lips, deep, moving blue eyes, and delicate features - she is beautiful, the caricature of the Nazi youth that Germany is now selling to the rest of the world!

She smiles at her guest:

- Hello Sophie, I am very happy to welcome you for these two summer months. Welcome.

All of this in perfect French, almost without an accent!

They shake hands.

The two men are already discussing sales techniques!

- Do you mind if I call you by first name? We are the same age. Come on, I'll show you your house, we'll come back later and get the luggage when they've calmed down.

Sophie smiles at the humorous idea.

The little house is about four hundred meters away on a quiet street. In addition, the whole village is quiet.

Anke takes the key from the neighbor and unlocks the door.

- Here is your new kingdom. It has nothing to do with what you need to know in Paris, but I hope you like it here.

- I'm sure of that, Anke, thank you very much for accompanying me to this point.

- I'll show you your room upstairs.

She goes up the stairs in front of her. Sophie admires the athletic figure, the tanned skin and the full breasts of the young Germans.

- There, this is your home.

The room faces the forest, which can be seen in the distance.

- It is very nice.

Anke sits down on the edge of the bed.

- What do you study?

- Medicine, first year, medical school in Paris.

- Do you want to be a doctor? That's wonderful!

Sophie blushes at the compliment.

- What about you?

- Foreign Languages and Philology, University of Heidelberg.

- You speak French very well.

- Thanks. And how do you get along with German?

Anke grimaces when she hears Sophie's answer.

- Guess I'll have to let you work on your accent, my poor!

Sophie doesn't quite know how to take the reaction of her hostess, who bursts out laughing:

- Oh, I was joking... You're doing very well for a French medical student. Me, that's my job, foreign languages, and I'm sure you're a hundred times better than me at putting on a bandage or a band-aid, right?

The girls go back downstairs, the ice between them is broken.

- I'll take you back to the square ...

They walk side by side.

- If you want, Anke makes, I can take you to the glory of the region tomorrow morning: It's an old castle ruin, but with a very nice view.

- I like doing that.

- I'll pick you up at nine o'clock, there's a bicycle in the shed of your house. Can you ride a bike at all?

- I want to remind you that it was the French who invented the bicycle!

- Okay, I take back my lazy joke!

Sophie turns in her bed. What an adventure, this stay in Germany! And what a strange girl, this Anke!

Anyway, it's great when they become friends! She who imagined spending two months in a village without knowing anyone and bored to death...

Sophie gets up at seven and goes to the bathroom. There is no bathtub, just a huge wooden bowl with iron rings and a jug. That's not very comfortable. There's running water, that's something.

Brrr, the water is freezing!

She brushes her teeth and brushes her hair.

She chooses a simple dress.

- Sophie, darling, I'm going to the brasserie. will you make it

- Don't worry my little dad, I'm eighteen years old, I'm not a kid anymore!

9 clock. Sophie is waiting outside the house on the bike she found, which is fully working. She hears the gling-gling of another bike and sees some sort of teenager in leather shorts coming towards her from afar, standing right in front of her.

- Hello!

Sophie has to do a double take before she recognizes Anke, who is unrecognizable and is wearing lederhosen, the famous German lederhosen, men's shirt and funny peasant hat.

- Surprised?

- Yes, I hardly recognized you.

Anke gives him a dazzling smile.

- This is my holiday outfit for walking and cycling in the forest... Shall we go?

- I follow you.

You are alone on the dusty road. The sun is already burning and a light wind is blowing Sophie's brown hair. she feels good

After half an hour they are in front of the castle. Anke takes off her hat and puts it on her bike.

- It's a fake medieval castle built in the last century by a mad aristocrat who, by the way, ruined himself with this story. The reason it is in this condition is that local farmers gradually bought up the stones to build new houses. Come on, I'll show you...

You enter the yard.

There is a kind of serenity between the four walls. They are alone. Anke leads them to a small staircase glued to the central tower.

- Come on, let's go upstairs.

- Up? I will fall and kill myself!

- But no! Here, if you want, you can hold on to me, take my hand.

Sophie does. She slowly climbs up to Anke.

- Well, we won't spend the whole day up here, that's nothing.

She's getting faster, Sophie is afraid.

Arriving on the roof of a neo-medieval tower, Anke stretches out her arms.

- There is my kingdom!

The view is great, you can see the forest, the other villages and the fields.

- It's beautiful, and...

Sophie loses her balance, screams in fear, Anke just catches her and the Frenchwoman finds herself pressed against her new friend. She smells his scent, her breasts through the shirt, she is confused and breaks free very quickly.

Anke smiles at her.

- How are you, my beauty?

Sophie blushes at the compliment.

- I'm coming down!

- As you wish, but not too fast this time, watch your step.

Sophie doesn't realize that Anke is overwhelmed by the brief moment they lay in each other's arms...

They go back to the bikes.

- Were you scared?

- I was scared, yes! Do you have any more ideas like this?

- I think we'll forget about climbing trees or exploring the underground!

- That's impossible, you're a real tomboy!

Anke suddenly loses her smile.

- Do you think I'm not girly enough?

Sophie suddenly realizes her mistake.

- No, forgive me, I spoke too quickly.

- It's not the first time someone has said that to me, and it's not always a compliment.

- Really, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. I apologize to you... and I can reassure you, when I saw you yesterday I thought you were beautiful, very feminine!

- Really?

- Oh, don't exaggerate, you know all boys drool when they look at you...".

- That's not wrong", answers Anke and finds your smile again.

- Do you have a fiancé?

- No.

- Really?

- What about you?

Sophie lowers her head and suddenly feels very uncomfortable.

- No ...

Anke suddenly realizes that Sophie is very shy and has probably never kissed anyone before, and gives her a little slap on the shoulder.

- Don't worry, we still have enough time, right? We're only eighteen!

They separate in front of Sophie's house.

- And did you like my little visit?

- A lot. Apart from the fact that I almost killed myself... Thanks for taking the time for me, Anke.

- I'm glad... By the way, before I leave you, what are you doing tonight?

- Nothing special. Dinner with my father, if yours will do me the favor, read and then sleep I suppose.

- With my clique we meet to eat together and laugh around the campfire in the forest, do you want to?

- I do not know anybody...

- You know me, that's enough. Come on please don't stay alone, we're gonna have a lot of fun. And?

The opportunity is too tempting.

- Well then, don't.

- I'll pick you up at 7 o'clock! See you later!

They go back into the forest. Anke looks amazing wearing a sleeveless dress that flatters her figure and is very sensual.

They come to a clearing where a large fire is already burning, around which about ten young men, girls and boys, are sitting. Big hugs, German style. Anke introduces Sophie. A pretty brunette holds Sophie's arm:

- Come here and help us collect deadwood!

Sophie takes the opportunity to make herself useful: Anything but standing in the corner like an idiot in front of Anke, her honor is at stake!

Then she helps prepare a huge salad and hands out the plates. Anke gives her a big smile when they meet.

- Are you all right?

- Excellent!

- All the better!

Anke seems to be very popular, she hangs out with everyone, sings, jokes, pats on the back - she's the star of the night!

Sophie feels very proud to know her.

It's pitch dark.

Accompanied by a guitar, the group sings old German melodies, which they don't understand a word of, but which move them.

Anke comes by every ten minutes, touches her shoulder or sits down for a moment. Sophie feels so good, she has never experienced this brotherhood around the fire.

She's had too much wine and feels a little tipsy.

Twice she notices that Anke is watching her with a suddenly serious expression. When she meets her eyes, the German escapes with a big smile.

Eleven o'clock, it's time to go home...

- Sophie, did you like it?

- I thought it was great, you mean! Thank you again for sharing all of this with me.

- It's normal, you are my guest, I want it to be a real holiday for you.

Sophie walks a bit