Billy was 15 years old and tonight he would lose his virginity.
She stood in front of him, smiling shyly and slightly silhouetted by the lights of the Sydney Harbour Bridge through the window behind her. She wore a semi-transparent, red night-gown. And nothing else. As she inched towards him he admired her firm yet gentle body. His eyes roamed her up and down, from her long flowing hair, to her sexy face, set in something halfway between a teasingly seductive and a mouth-wateringly cute smile. His eyes kept going; down to her trigonometrically impossible breasts, past her pancake flat midriff and finally finishing their voyage on her amazingly smooth and tanned legs. Surely she must be the most beautiful girl who ever thought of living.
She started to make her way gracefully across the room towards him, the bottom of her night gown fluttering behind her, and the hem floating over the carpet as though everything around her was performing at her will.
The stitching of her light clothing yearned to come off almost as much as he wanted it to. She turned off the light with a smooth flick as she walked past it.
In the darkness he couldn't see her body but as she drew closer he could feel her perfectly distinct scent playing with his senses. Suddenly her body was pressed against his with one arm around his waist, and the other around the back of his head. Then she kissed him. She kissed him long and hard, causing a familiar tightening in his pants. As she pulled her tongue slowly out of his mouth and gradually put space between his face and hers he got a good look at her expression. It was one of awe, and excitement ... and there was a definite flicker...