Gently cleaning me with a rag, he smiles, and his lips and chin are flooded with my wetness. ‘I have been told that I am to be your personal bather ...rom now on,’ he tells me. ‘The prince may have his way with you, but when no one is around, I will show you things you have never thought possible.’ He kisses me, and I taste myself on his mouth and tongue, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of my first taste of sex. He breaks away to clean himself, and it was not a moment too soon, for. " "Shit...." soberly nonplused, I shook my head. "I...I don't know if I could handle that. I like Sean a lot. He's my closest friend. Close as a brother maybe, but...I mean, he's not you, Sheila." She softly smiled and bussed my cheek. "Now you see why it's best I'm a dream."***** We landed in Dublin and were welcomed by a small contingent from the local folk dance company with small kids performing a step dance right there on the tarmac. Sheila was so caught up in the gaiety that she joined. Bill was the one guy Brad probably would not make trouble for although Serena wished he would. *** Old Gaffer’s was always quiet at two in the afternoon and always dimly lit. It featured several nooks where privacy was assured. The disinterested staff had been selected for their, I don’t give a shit attitude. Serena arrived a half hour early and found her favorite secluded table. She wanted to have a drink to calm her nerves before meeting Bill. She left a message with the waitress she was. . .” Gail said. “So . . . what?” I asked. “So, are you and Kevin together or what?” Gail asked while we sat and smoked on the front porch, hiding our cigarettes from our parents in the backyard. “I don’t know yet. I mean last week I didn’t even realize he was interested, or that I was interested for that matter. I mean, in two months I’m going to be living in a college dorm and he’s still going to be at home with Mom and Dad, how are we even going to see each other?” I said. Just then, Kevin.