Slowly I wriggled out of my garment, purposefully, knowing that the older girl was watching me shyly…hungrily. I longed to strip my young body quickly and throw myself, naked and spread-eagled, upon the mattress before her. Yet some shred of modesty intervened. Modesty—and perhaps the half-understood knowledge that my coyness might inflame the lusts of this wench even more. Somewhere deep within my soul, I longed to reach her, to break through her uncertainty and make her feel as I knew I did.
Could it really be true? Was she indeed staring at me as lustfully as I had watched her? With tantalizing slowness I pushed the dress off my hips, off my buttocks…knowing how my naked flesh must shine creamy and desirable even in the darkness. Then I let the rustling garment slide teasingly down my
