Gil's cock stood ready and waiting. "Good idea, yes – I-I think that's best," he stammered.

"Besides," she said, "what if I don't like you? If it were just money I wanted I'd be a whore. You have to please me in bed too." She reached down and rubbed his bulging hard-on. "I think you're going to be fine though – just fine. Come on and let's take our bathing suits off and lie down."

"Whatever you say, Connie," Gil said. "Sure." Trembling, he unfastened her halter and then slowly pulled her suit bottoms down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and went and lay on the bed with her arms up behind her head. Gil leaped out of his trunks and lay down beside her. He pulled her to him and then began stroking her smooth, tanned flesh from her shoulder to her hip.

"I like you much better this way than you were before," Connie breathed, kissing his eyes, nibbling at his ears. Then her hand found his stiff prong and her soft fingers began playing delightful games with it. "Before you were like some kind of auctioneer – buying cattle or something. Me – are you always that way with girls?"

Gil palmed Connie's delectable breasts, whiter than the rest of her except for a thin band about her hips and crotch because of her bathing suit. He coaxed her nipples erect and pleaded with her to accept his proposal. "No," he finally answered her question about his way with girls. "I'm not that kind of man at all. I'm-I'm sort of shy actually. It's all a front. I'm sorry if I offended you. I just don't know how to behave normally I guess."

"I'd say you're perfectly normal in some ways," she said, laughing lowly from deep in her throat as she stroked and toyed with his genitals. "Let's just take our time and do everything we want."

Her words were barely out when Gil pressed his mouth hard to her breast and began sucking hard on her coral nipple.