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“I didn’t know that. See, I told you there’s all kinds of things you can teach me.” She let the tip of her tongue run over her lips like she had seen some starlet do in the movies.
    “I don’t suppose your mother knows you’re up here?”
    “She’s away all day.”
    “Do you think she’d approve?”
    “Who cares? I’m old enough to do what I want—whatever I want.” She said the last phrase in a way that left no doubt about the meaning of “whatever.” “Why? Do you think she’d be jealous?”
    We both knew her mother would be, and while I didn’t give a shit one way or the other, I wasn’t going to give the little bitch the satisfaction of saying so.
    “Well? What do you want?” I said, although I knew the answer well enough.
    “I was lonely. I wanted company, so I—”
    “So you hung around outside, and when you heard the shower running, you came in, thinking I’d be at a disadvantage and I couldn’t throw you out.”
    At least she could still blush, which she did, and which served to make her prettier. But then to cover her embarrassment, she started to pout, and that didn’t help her any.
    “I thought your generation was supposed to be open and honest?” I said.
    “Naw. That was the last generation. Mine is sly and devious.” She grinned and I laughed.
    “All right, sly and devious, what do you want?”
    She took a deep breath, which did nice things to her bikini, and lowered her eyes as she spoke in a small voice. “I want you to invite me in.”
    What the hell, she was starting to get to me. What could I say?
    “Come on in, the water’s fine,” I said.
    For a second her face lit up, making her look about twelve, which was a little disconcerting considering the circumstances.
    She crossed the small bathroom in a couple of steps, during which time I adjusted the water to a comfortably tepid temperature. She pulled back the curtain and stepped in.
    Her eyes roamed over me and her mouth fell open slightly as her breathing slowed and deepened. Her hand reached out and very lightly touched the long scar on my ribs just below my chest, one of a number of reminders of Nam, my work, j and a variety of what are known as youthful escapades. She touched several other scars, and I could see that they both frightened her and turned her on at the same time. Her hands went up to my shoulders and lightly down my arms, feeling the tautness of the biceps.
    I was fully erect now, and as she looked down her lips seemed to grow puffy and her eyes seemed to cloud over. Her tongue ran over her lips, and her hand came up to the bikini top, pulled at the small bow that held it together, and it dropped off, revealing firm breasts with large brown nipples, straining and taut. Her hand dropped to her hip, untied the knots there, and the bottom triangle fell to the floor of the shower.
    I cupped a breast in each hand and squeezed hard, feeling the tight young flesh. I put my thigh between her legs and she rode up and down on it, pressing her mound into my leg. Her breath was coming in harsh gasps, a low moan coming up from deep in her throat. She tensed, squeezing my thigh between both of hers, digging her fingers into my shoulders, small cries of pleasure being forced out of her. She relaxed, started to move on my thigh again, and almost immediately tensed again. This was repeated several more times. Her breasts were swelling within my grasp and were covered with gooseflesh. I dipped my head and sucked hard on one of her nipples, causing her to squeal with delight.
    She stepped back, looking at me with the expression of mindless animal hunger I have often seen before. She bent over and ran the tip of her tongue lightly up my penis from the base of the shaft to the head which she lightly kissed. She stood up, and with a sudden growl of urgency, she clung to me. She reached down, maneuvered my penis between her legs and settled down onto me. Her hands went around my neck, and she lifted her legs and wrapped