It took a bright lightning flash as we were kneeling on the bed in panties and kissing to bring us to our senses."Oh god, Rebecca," Monique said as sh... realized what was happening. "I'm sorry."I looked at her for a moment and whispered. "Me too, but not for kissing you.I'm sorry that I cost you Jason. I'm sorry that you have to put up with me. I've done nothing but hurt others." That's not true," Monique said. "You haven't cost me Jason. He will return.And your actions saved me from the. Our lovemaking had been as sweet and satisfying as I'd ever known. Our first time together had been amazing -- I had really just completely lost control. I had given myself over to him entirely.It had been liberating. I had long-since learned that, for a woman, the key to enjoying sex was being willing -- and able -- to surrender. Losing inhibitions was the only way to take the sex upward and onward, from simple mechanical friction-production into the realm of true pleasure.Of course, a girl. The door was wide open revealing the middle-aged assistant principal Jonas Fluffworthy in his professional three-piece suit and an official clipboard of the type that made poor Gertie shiver in fear of being subjected to discipline for misbehavior.“Are you Mrs. McGillicuddy, the mother of Candy McGillicuddy registered in the senior class at Central High School?”Gertie was momentarily confused, hoping that the school official didn’t remember her from her own school days and the way he had. The beach was nicknamed “The Working Class Riviera,” which appealed to my sense of reverse snobbism. In truth, I actually preferred the state-owned Jones Beach out on Long Island, but it was very hard to get to without a car.As Lenore and I leaned on the outside railing she said, “Don’t look at all these Latina girls in their bikinis. I’ll give you something to view.”She took her shirt off, and then she put her arms up and back and pushed her breasts forward. “So, here’s that halter top. Are.