The truth was that everything to do with Ali excited her almost beyond bearing, and had done ever since he had been introduced to her. Handsome, strong, self assured, a brilliant student from a wealthy family and always relaxed and full of fun. One look at him, one glance back from his eyes, and she'd almost stopped living for anybody or anything except Ali. Somehow, not believing her luck, she'd stared dating him and the emotions boiling inside her had become stronger and stronger, demanding a release which she knew could only be achieved in a bedroom with Ali as her lover. And, now finally, the moment had come.

She should have refused to come to his fortuitously deserted house. She should have passed by this chance to become Ali's woman instead of his girl. But she hadn't. Which was why she was lying on Ali's bed in Ali's room and listening for his steps outside. He'd said he would come back after he'd locked all the doors and taken the phone off the hook. And it was the hotly imagined thoughts of what would happen when they were on the bed together which had her heart trying to hammer its way out of her rib cage like a trapped animal. If anybody else ever found out about this ... but that was too terrible a thing to even think about.

There was a movement outside the room.

"Ali?"

She heard him chuckle: "Relax, everything's cool now."

He came into the room, quietly, his own gown hanging open, and smiling down at Ching-Mai. She wondered how he could seem so relaxed at such a time. Then she wished she hadn't begun to wonder if any other girls had been here before her.

"You look like a kitten," he said teasingly. "A kitten waiting to have its tummy stroked."

Eager to break the tension, Ching-Mai rose up on her hands and knees, and then made a mock snarling sound deep in her throat. Ali chuckled.

"Ah, this is no kitten, this is an angry tigerimages. Perhaps I should fetch a chair and a whip to make her behave."

She pouted, twisting her lips: "A whip?"

"No, no whip for you, Ching-Mai. I know a better way of getting you to do some clever tricks for me."

"But what if I don't know any clever tricks?" She was reluctant to openly admit her inexperience in sex though contrarily proud of implying it.

"Oh, I hope so much that you don't know any tricks, my lily petal. Then it will so much fun to teach them to you."

He knelt down on the bed beside her. "Start learning from here, Ching-Mai. Pretend that this is the first night of our honeymoon. What would you do to show how much you love me?"

She felt herself blushing ... and smiling. She lifted up one hand to stroke the back of his neck. The other hand seemed to have a mind of its own, reaching down to stroke the inside of his thighs. Ali chuckled at her hesitant fumbling.

"Why, I thought I was marrying a nice innocent girl and now I find I've got myself a little volcano ready to blow her top. Maybe she'll burn me up if I get too close."

Ching-Mai was unsettled by his joking words, but not nearly as much as she was by having her face against his naked chest and the smell of his male body in her nose. The hand she was disowning for its shameless behavior ran across the fabric of Ali's briefs, stroking what was underneath them. She felt his chest move against her cheek as he drew in his breath sharply.

"Well, well, it is a wildcat that I've brought home -- and she has sharp claws. I wonder what her lips taste like?"

Ali's hand came around her waist and pulled her closer yet to him. In a second he was kissing her fiercely, then pressing his tongue against hers. Ching-Mai returned the caress in the same way, the air blowing through their noses becoming as mixed as the saliva in their mouths. She could feel a hard projection growing and thrusting impatiently against her belly as if an angry elephant was trying to push aside a barrier in its path.

How could such a small thing as being close to a boy let loose such force? Ching-Mai was no witch, she had no magic powers, yet her closeness to Ali and her kisses had made this change in his body, as though she could call out this elemental power from deep within him whenever she chose to. This was her own power, the power of being a woman for a man. Her hand gripped and caressed the swollen flesh and then the fingers tweaked the tip of his cock like the ear of a pet dog. Ali moaned and quivered in response.