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glow surrounding us, stirred up by the friction in the water.
    Still wrapped around each other, we stumbled from the sea to the house and into the shower.  I really liked the shower – with my legs locked tight around his waist, my back hard against the tiles, and my arms stretched out to either side, groping for purchase as he thrust himself into me.  I need not have worried; he was so strong and made sure I wasn't going anywhere.  He paused long enough to drop one of his hands and grab at my flailing arms, capturing my wrists and pinning them both above my head.  He bent his head, his eyes locked on mine as he licked and slurped first one nipple and then the other into his mouth, sucking, teasing, and tormenting the delicate buds, driving me higher and higher until I was gasping and keening my distress, desperate to come.
    His stomach and chest drew my eyes, as the water fell over him, emphasizing every delectable definition.  The hair on his chest leading a happy trail downward drew my eyes while I watched in fascinated appreciation as he slid his length in and out of my body.  Words like “Tu es trés belle” were laced with much moaning and groaning, breathless gasps and cries before becoming “Tu es magnifique.”
    As the muscles in his arms and shoulders bunched tight where he gripped me, his fingers bit deep into the flesh of my ass as he rocked and moved us together in a fluid rhythm, faster, harder, and deeper until I shattered into a million pieces in his arms. 
    The next day I'd felt battered and bruised all over and barely able to walk, but I definitely wasn't feeling any pain then.
    Romieux took the furthering of my stilted education very seriously, and what I lacked in skill and actual practice, I more than made up for in enthusiasm.  Quick to learn, eager to please, hungry for more, the language barrier meant nothing it actually helped in some ways as it alleviated my shyness, forcing me to pay attention to other clues and cues.
    And dear sweet Lord above, did he ever have stamina.  The sun was pouring through the net curtains, his friend banging on the door and no doubt urging him to get a wriggle on, before we'd finally exhausted one another and collapsed into a sated and blissful heap.  I've never regretted one single moment I spent with him, and no doubt, when I'm old and toothless, I'll still remember fondly my bonnie Frenchman and his laughing green eyes.
    It would not be until twenty years later that I would again be reminded of my night with him.  And yet even as brilliant as he was, he could not compare to the man who took my body, my heart, my very soul and keeps them close still.  LOL!  He loves the ocean even more than I do and has always been only too happy to stir up our own fond memories of magical interludes in the deep blue clear waters of Hawaii.
    I sighed... Seems I forget now how we ended up in the middle of the country, landlocked and miles and miles away from the nearest coastline...
    A kaleidoscope of interesting and wonderful things happened to me the year I turned seventeen.  That started with us at the beach overnight and ended with me rather dramatically losing my virginity.  While it was certainly memorable and I'm sure I'll remember him and his name till the end of my days, it's probably not for the reasons you'd imagine.
    We must have drifted off when the fire went out and reluctantly we dragged ourselves off to bed only to be rudely awakened by the tide as it seeped into our tent, determinedly trying to take us out to sea.  We'd forgotten that with the full moon, the tide was much higher than normal and the place where we'd pitched the tent, would have been fine on any other night... probably.
    After more squealing and carrying on, we finally dragged ourselves and the water-logged mess along the beach to a grassy knoll where we spread everything out and huddled, trying to decide what to do next.  We were both cold, soaked to the bone, miserable and tired when