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door to head to the river when Mom yells, “Don't forget your camera, June.” She knows me so well. I keep telling her how I want more pictures to capture this summer. She thinks Jake and I are cute. Whenever she says it I laugh at her and tell her cute is for babies, but what I really want to say is that what we have is so much more than cute. What we have is once in a lifetime and I’m just lucky enough to find it when I’m fifteen. I thank her for reminding me, grab the camera dangling from the short black rope on her hand and make a mad dash to meet Jake. He’s in a bad mood, kicking dirt when I sneak up on him. I hate to see this side of him. It truly breaks my heart. I hate his dad. He can destroy the best days for Jake in minutes.
    “Jake!” I call out and take a picture of him as soon as he looks up to meet my stare. He hates getting his picture taken. His face breaks out in a silly grin when he sees me. “You know I hate that. I’m going to get you for it,” he says and chases after me.
    I’m laughing hard as I dart in and out of trees trying to evade him, but it’s useless. He's quick. In seconds, he grabs a hold of me and begins tickling me. Before I know it, we are both on the ground and he has my hands pinned over my head. He grabs the camera from me and begins snapping shot after shot. I turn my head away from him laughing, “Stop Jake! I want pictures of you, not me.” I squirm and buck under him. For the first time, I feel him grow hard against my body. It shocks me, and the air instantly changes. He’s embarrassed. I can tell by the way he quickly gets off of me and lets go of my wrists. I’m not embarrassed, though. I’m curious.
    “Don’t do that, Jake. Don’t you dare shy away from me.” I don’t like when he hides any feeling from me.
    “Sorry, June. I didn’t mean for you to feel that,” he puts space between us.
    “Why? It’s part of who you are.” I’m still on the ground. Jake is on his knees. I crawl to him and get close again.
    He moans, “Don’t do that, June.”
    “Do what?” I ask flirtatiously.
    “Crawl to me.”
    I can't take it. I’ve been curious about him and what he looks like, what he’d feel like. “Can I touch you?” I ask.
    With my question, it’s like everything has changed. The air is thicker, or maybe I am just more aware of everything. My heart is beating hard in my chest and I’m so close to Jake now that I can smell his Ivory soap.
    “Oh my, Juniper,” he groans, “I’ve been trying so hard to go slow with you. You’re so young. I don't want you to do anything you’re not ready for.”
    “How about we stop if it’s too much?” I ask seeing the war rage in his eyes. I decide for us as I reach my hand to his zipper, unzip it and slip my hand inside feeling his hard length against his boxers. His eyes widen in shock, but I know he won’t pull away. He grabs my chin with his thumb and forefinger and lifts my eyes to his.
    “You sure?” He asks leaning in and pressing his lips to mine. His tongue glides into my mouth and I feel my panties begin to dampen.
    I answer his question by finding the opening in his boxers and gliding my hand against him. He groans in response. “Can I touch you too?” he asks breaking the kiss.
    I only got my period about six months ago, and I’ve only recently touched myself for the first time. Jake makes me feel comfortable like I’m the one with all of the power. I nod my head yes, both excited and nervous.
    “First, let me show you what I like,” he says and undoes his belt buckle and slides his pants over his hips. I let out an audible gasp when I see him. I’ve never seen one in real life before and his is pretty. I giggle and tell him this. “It’s pretty,” I say.
    “You can't call my dick pretty,” he sucks in my earlobe suddenly I'm serious again.
    “What do you want me to do?” I ask wanting to please him and do it right.
    He grabs my hand and wraps it around him, sliding it up and