I know I can’t bluff it out, she’s only going to want someone who knows what they’re doing and my heart sinks as I tell her yes. It then gets ev...n worse as she asks me if I’ve even kissed a girl. I look away as I tell her I haven’t. She then surprises me and says “good!” forcefully. I snap my head round and she’s smiling which lights up her whole face. She comes close and hugs me, she’s almost my height of 5’8” and brings her mouth closer. I don’t know what to do, well I know in theory, but I’m. ’ Yummy, he thought. She was in full make-up and her hair in a French roll like his mother favoured when dining out formally. He wondered what Jess’s vocation was. Dressed formally like that perhaps she was a lawyer or schoolteacher and unaware of protocol as that this was The Beach. The unwritten law was one didn’t dress up at the beach as the beach was the great escape from the trauma of urban living. ‘Y-you look beautiful.’ ‘An exaggeration I’m sure but thank you,’ she said graciously,. In that level he found a space to pull in. There stood one of the Academy?s maids to lead him into the house. Pretty in luscious apricot pink she was a picture of sexual innocence that had been more than touched by a depraved hand. Somehow the fact that she was petite and Japanese added to the painting that shifted with every graceful movement. The short dress just hid the very tops of her thighs but her breasts hung pear-like over the lace to show the intricate tattoos that swathed her skin in. His fingers begin to tug at my shirt, pulling it out from my skirt; he runs his fingers up under my shirt finding that I have no bra on and lets out a soft groan. The flat of his palms roll over my nipples forcing them hard, I lean into his touch wanting more. His mouth kisses my lower belly running his tongue along my navel. I slip my shirt off tossing it to the floor, fully exposed now for him. He stands and lifts me onto his desk, kissing my jaw bone. His teeth nip along my jaw line working.