Gina was living in New York City with Jason, a highly successful actor, his wife and their three year old son. The actor's wife was a consultant and traveled frequently for business. Gina was an 18 year old Japanese exchange student from Tokyo. In exchange for room and board, she was expected to help out around the house and act as a nanny to their son Todd.
She was now living with them for over three months. Todd was at his preschool and Jason's wife was off on another business trip. She started dusting the bookshelf in their living room one afternoon when she discovered a shelf of erotic photography books. She put down her duster and took a book of erotic pictures. One after the other, more and more explicit black and white photos assaulted her mind with incredibly beautiful shots of a gorgeous, completely uninhibited French woman being assaulted by all manner of men and items in every part of her body. The photos were artistic, yet visually extremely explicit and Gina found herself fascinated and aroused by their beauty and eroticism. Suddenly Jason came into the room. Flustered, Gina quickly put the book away and moved to another section of the bookshelf to dust.
"Do you like that book, Gina?" Jason asked.
"Yes, I do." She could feel her cheeks blush, and looked down, in shame and embarrassment at being caught.
Jason studied the girl. She was thin, short, an extremely beautiful submissive Oriental girl. She often wore skimpy clothes around their flat in the summer heat, and he had been watching her for some time now. He moved over to her, and put his hand paternally on her shoulder.
"There's no reason to be embarrassed. We all have these feelings, it's natural. Desire is like the wind, it comes and goes, but you must enjoy it when it visits you."
"Yes, sir."
"Would you like to look at the book again?" He took the book down and handed it to her.
She looked at him. He was medium height, older, slightly stocky and athletic, kind looking Jewish man. He was a familiar actor that she had seen before she started working for them in films and on TV. She had developed a crush on him, but of course never said anything. She accepted the book, and he held her gently as she turned the pages. He watched her read it, and as she did, slowly he massaged her shoulders, and asked if this was all right.
"Yes, sir."
"Are you a virgin, Gina?"
"Yes, sir."
"Would you like me to teach you about these things?"
She nodded quickly, her cheeks still red, her hands trembling slightly.
"Why don't you bring the book to the bedroom. I'll meet you there in a minute."
"O.K."