The bouncer, obviously. He too ignored her; he was watching the inebriated ones by the cars. Rory slipped past him and entered the club.It was exact...y the kind of scene she'd been expecting: lots of lights, loud music, a capacity crowd dancing and drinking and talking and laughing. Pure and yet paradoxically controlled pandemonium. It was awesome. This was exactly what she was looking for.Except it wasn't exactly what she was looking for; she noticed, after about twenty seconds of wading. We'd parked in a little lay-by on a country lane and then were walking for nearly a mile through fields to get there. It was a pleasant walk, although a bit hot, and the hedgerows were a mass of wild flowers, alive with the buzzing of bees and fluttering of butterflies.At last the sea was in sight. Now we just had to clamber down the steep narrow path from the top of the high cliffs to the cove. It looked beautiful though - the turquoise blue sea and the white surf crashing onto the golden. As soon as my little fingers encircled the bottle, his massive hand clamped on top of mine, and he held me tightly.The men all around resumed their chanting. "SHOW US HER FANNY, SHOW US HER FANNY, SHOW US HER FANNY, SHOW US HER FANNY, SHOW US HER FANNY, SHOW US HER FANNY, SHOW US HER FANNY." He now held his hand up in the air like Arnold had done, and gradually they settled down."Well little girl, we don't even know your name." Jane. Jane Benson." Well Jane Benson, my names Jimmy, and I guess. “Why are you asking me that now?” I said surprised at her way asking it blatantly. “I know it is a bit open but I am a curious girl and I mean we both are 18 here” She continued swimming a little closer. That confirmed my suspicion of her being the same age as me. “Well...I...I...Yes I am a virgin” I managed to get out and she giggle slightly and swam even closer. “Are you a...” before I could finish my sentence her lips had touched mine. I must say her lips were very soft and they just seem to.