"Cherie? C'est quoi?" Guillaume said, rising and sitting up, reaching out and stroking my bare arm.

"C'est rien," I replied, sniffing and shaking my head, as though trying to rid myself of my tears. Guillaume said nothing, but continued to stroke me, his firm, strong hands revealing a delicate touch. He reached for my chin and pulled it to him, kissing me, a long, plangent kiss which took me by surprise with its forcefulness. I kissed him back, and our tongues met, meshing arduously, exploring, mapping our emotions.

"Je t'aime," I whispered. It's funny, but it was the first time I had ever said I love you to anyone, and I did it in French. Truly the language of romance.

"Je sais. Moi aussi," he replied, holding my face in his hand, head so close to mine that our noses touched. "Je t'aime, cherie, je t'aime." I melted into him, nestling my face in his shoulder, clasping him to me as tightly as I could. Again I felt the rush of sexual desire course through me, but this was different, somehow. I'm not sure I can explain it. It wasn't simply physical lust, but mental as well. I didn't just want to fuck him, I wanted to love him, I wanted us to join, to become one, to soar to the heights together. I wanted to experience things with this man, to share with him. I wanted him.

I wasn't technically a virgin, having had a couple of unsatisfactory, tawdry fumblings in the backs of cars, but I still think of Guillaume as the man who took my virginity, showed me a new world of pleasure. He eased the swimming costume over my shoulder, revealing my tiny breast and stiff, prominent nipple. His mouth swooped down over my shoulder and chest, planting a train of kisses on my downy skin, drawing closer to my nipple. His tongue emerged from his mouth and began to circle it, slowly, deliberately, enticingly. I felt a heat in my head so intense I thought I might explode and my nerve endings became electrified, sensitive to the merest touch. Guillaume drew my nipple into his mouth and began to suck, his teeth gripping it gently; his hands were roaming over my back, running up and down my spine, splaying out over my hips and creeping round to my stomach. He pulled at my costume again, revealing my other breast, and transferred his attention to it, circling the nipple with identical, solicitous care. My costume was knotted round my midriff and I eased my bum off the towel we had placed on the concrete to allow Guillaume to ease it off me.

I had never lain naked before a man before, and I felt self-conscious as he stared at me, his eyes tracking me from head to foot.

"Si belle," he said, as he lay his head on my stomach and caressed me. His hand stroked my left thigh, running up and down the outside, nail trailing along my skin. Gradually he worked his way inwards and began to massage my inner thigh. I ran my fingers through his hair, staring up at the sky, not wanting the moment to end. Guillaume raised his head and kissed me again, his body stretched against mine. Through his shorts I could feel the stiffness of his cock, and I ran my hand down his chest towards it, flattening my palm against it and feeling its strength and power through the fabric. I pulled at his shorts and dragged them from him, and he lay naked before me. I was mesmerised. I had never really seen an erect penis before, and it was enchanting. I felt a terrific excitement that I had caused such an erection. He was circumcised and his purple helmet rose proudly before me. As I gripped my hand around it, I was amazed at how hot it was; Guillaume let out a deep groan and I began to stroke it, rolling my fingers up and down its length, pulling it into my palm and squeezing hard. I could do this forever, I thought.

Guillaume's fingers were drawing circles on my thigh, edging further and further up my leg. While I played with his cock I was acutely aware of his hand movement and could sense it edging up towards my pussy. I was in a tumult of excitement and anticipation, longing to feel his hand on me, his fingers exploring me. After what seemed a lifetime I felt his index finger graze against my pussy hair, and then his other fingers, and finally his hand was resting on me, the warmth of his touch drawing even greater heights of sensation from my frazzled nerve endings. Slowly, almost casually, his fingers began to trace up and down, seeking out and finding my damp, puffy pussy lips. I let out a cry as I felt his hand touch me for the first time, and as his fingers began to rub up and down my lips I felt a surge of emotional electricity rip through me. I had never known anything like it. I was transported out of my body and began to float high above the sea, flying on a cloud of ecstacy.

He slid his finger inside me, feeling my wetness, exploring my depths. As he pushed it into me he turned it around and pressed upwards, causing his knuckle to press against my clitoris. As he wiggled his finger inside me a constant thrum of pressure built up on my swollen, vulnerable clit. I felt like an aeroplane on a runway, ready for take-off, engines revving, building up power and speed, careering headlong along the tarmac and then - finally - exploding into the air and soaring free from the shackles of earth, gliding in a perfect ascent and floating effortlessly into the sunset. A frenzy of explosions burst into life throughout my body. It was my first climax, and possibly the most intense I've ever had.

I lay whimpering for a moment, letting the sensations subside, gradually coming back to reality after my sojourn in heaven. Guillaume's cock was still stiff and hot in my hand and I wanted to have him inside me. No, I needed to have him inside me. Nonetheless, I was a little apprehensive, being so inexperienced. I didn't want to make a mess of things with this man, it meant too much to me. I lay back and opened my legs to allow him to ease himself into me, but he resisted, and instead lay on his back and pulled me on to him. He had, I think, sensed my nervousness and was letting me go on top where I would be more able to control what was happening.

I stretched my leg over him and sat on his stomach, bending over and kissing him, stroking his chest with the backs of my fingers, nails dragging against him. We kissed like that for some moments as I rocked back and forward, my pussy grinding against his stomach. I eased myself backwards until I rested on his thighs, with his cock rigid and upright in front of me. Gripping it, I rolled it against my pussy, laying it against my lips, pressing it hard against them, his gorgeous tip butting against my clit. I was sodden, and my juices transferred to his cock as I stroked it against me.

Rising slightly and pulling forward I rested just above his cock and slowly eased myself down onto it, feeling it slip and slide past my pussy lips and deep into me. The sensation was intense. I felt completely filled by him, overwhelmed. As I gently rode him, raising and lowering myself on his rigid pole and moving from side to side, his shaft chafed against me, thrilling me to the core, sending beautiful, simple waves of pleasure throughout my body. I was on fire, incapable of any thought other than that this was the most perfect thing which had ever happened. We continued to roll like this for, I don't know, who can tell, minutes probably, maybe hours, a congress of minds and bodies, a celebration of emotion, a communion. I could sense Guillaume's rising excitement and increased the tempo, thrusting harder against him, pulling his cock deeper inside me. As he started to come I lowered my body to his, so that we were together, kissing, locked in an embrace of love and passion as his climax came and his jism soared inside me, wave after wave filling me. Exhausted, I lay on top of him, feeling his heart race, just as mine was.

"Je t'aime."