Jenny the Tigress (Mark's Perspective)
I could tell Jenny was a different woman when I first saw her doing that weird thing with her hair. How quickly she could transition from a silly girl to a tigress to sleeping beauty. I stared at her very long blonde hair that extended beyond her ripe perky breasts. Her face was so peaceful. I wanted to just sit and watch her all night, but I had promised the other exchange students I'd join them later. Plus, the crowd had finally made its way onto the beach and we were both naked. I gently nudged her and gave her a soft, lingering kiss. "Get up, mon amour."
She was startled and scared at first, as though she didn't even remember me. "I'm sorry to wake you, Jenny. We must have fallen asleep for a few minutes. Some people are coming, so we should get out of here and get you to bed." I handed her the rest of her clothes and draped my jacket over her shoulders. I grabbed the bag and walked along the beach back towards the hotel.
"Where are we going?"
"I thought I would drop you off at your room."
"I don't want the night to end. Can't I stay with you?"
"I would like that, but I'm afraid I would have a hard time sleeping next to such a woman as yourself."
"Then, we'll have to make sure you have no libido left before we go to sleep, won't we." The reserved Jennifer I had first met was had been replaced by some vixen with fire in her eyes and mischief and energy in her blood.
I grabbed her hand and led her to my bungalow.
"This is where you are staying? How does a student afford this?"
"I know someone who works here. I am fortunate." I opened the door. "What do you think?"
"It is so beautiful. I love the sound of the water." She had made her way to the bed and was looking out the French windows to the expansive sea.
I popped the champagne and poured some for both of us. "La belle vie." As our glassed touched, I found yourself wanting to touch her again. I joined her on the bed and pulled her on top of my chest. I don't know how long we chatted, but neither one of us was ready to end the night. Suddenly, she popped up. "Mark, I want you to make love to me?"
"I'm sorry, was that a question?" This was unexpected, as she had mentioned on the dance floor that she was a virgin. Though her openness while making love was very mature for an inexperienced woman. I held her hands. "I don't know, Jenny. You should wait for the right person. He will come and you will know it."