Cornish Cream
A short story by
Jeff White
Published by Jeff White
Smashwords edition
Copyright © Jeff White 2012
Part of the collection
"A Bedtime Canon"
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Contents
Torn by Passion
Can a holiday romance be brought back to life? Will a second holiday destination re-kindle the passion?
Michaela and Adrian had met at Easter, on the lovely Greek island of Santorini. The attraction had been instant, starting with a stolen kiss at Gatwick airport, to a rendezvous at a particularly secluded cove while their parents, in their separate hotels, were still unpacking. Adrian knew the island from a previous holiday, and knew a good place to meet.
As Michaela walked through a weather-beaten stone arch onto the deserted beach, the boy was waiting for her. So far her love life had consisted of nothing more than stolen kisses, and frantic fumblings under tight clothes. She knew how wet she got when a boy got his finger in her, but so far, no-one had tried to go that little bit further. As she had left home the previous evening, having just dumped yet another boy who seemed to be afraid her pussy had teeth, she had been determined to be just as unceremonious in dumping her virginity, a worthless scrap of skin that would remain forever in the Greek sunshine.
Meeting Adrian at the airport, eyes locking across a crowded MacDonald's, had seemed a good omen; when he caught up with her later, and they discovered they were going to the same place, she knew he was the one. Escaping briefly from their parents, they found a corner where only strangers would see them kiss, and let their mouths lock together. Their tongues working together, like snakes copulating, Michaela had felt Adrian's hardness, an impressive lump in his pants, mirroring her own wetness. He described to her how to get to a little quiet beach he knew, and they parted. On the plane, Michaela could see him just a few rows forward, and the words 'Mile High Club' wandered through her thoughts, but she knew that having her hymen broken was likely to hurt at best, and doing it in a hurry, with no time for any finesse, would probably be a disaster. Anyway, they were going to meet up soon, and he was going to do her.