TRISTAN'S POV
Last night was one hell of a memory. As much as I did not want to admit that Laureen was good, she was. Too good even for a virgin.
It seemed she knew all the right moans to give. She knew just how to make me want her more. It could be the innocency of her moans or the way she arched her body to mine, needing more, begging for me. Either way, all of that constituted making me want her more and more.
Her body was the perfect one, just as I always imagined it but way better. Right from when she took off her night coat and invited me for a swim, I knew that if I did not touch those parts of her body my eyes had seen, I would not have a good sleep for a long time.
She was beautiful, too beautiful for me and, worst of all, a virgin. Just as Beryl had been. It was the reason I
