Yes, one of his dream women was inviting him around, but yet it felt wrong, deceitful. It didn’t seem fair what he was doing. He considered not goin..., to ignore the notepad. But his curiosity was too strong, not to mention his sexual desire. He was eighteen and had never experienced anything until Amy. He found himself wanting to see what would happen at Kirsty’s place. He checked his watch. Half past six. Damn! She was expecting him for seven and he wanted to make a good impression. He had. As I turned he grabbed me by my hands and pulled me and held me tightly close to him. I knew I wanted this and this move just gave me the feel that what was coming next is going to damn exciting. He then kissed me in the open garden. That kiss lasted long and I was struggling for oxygen while he was playing with my hairs.After the kiss ended he asked me if I was really ready for it and he also confirmed that I wasn’t a virgin, which I was not. Then he lifted me and took me upstairs to his. "Oh, Cindy. How the fuck did you ever learn to do that?" I had a good teacher and it's safe to say that I'm a very motivated student."Gina laughs a delightful little I've-just-been-royally-fucked laugh and says, "Well I think the student became the teacher tonight. I'm going to remember this lesson for the rest of my life."She sits up straight-backed in the chair and looks between her legs at the wet spot on the scarf. "Oops," she giggles, "I better wash that before my roomie gets back."I stand. Her voice ululated in a language we tourists could not understood, and probably never would. I stopped and I stared. She did not notice me. I was just another tourist, another foreigner from some place she could only dream about visiting, a place with cold winters and vast expanses of land, a place with lakes that that had islands bigger than Tahiti, the biggest island in French Polynesia a place that was exotic to her as hers was to me. I looked at her closely, enchanted by her beauty. She was.