"It's the weather."

"You know the car is air-conditioned? Want me to buzz Maurice and tell him to turn it on?"

Steve laughed. "No."

This had all taken place in the space of about three minutes while the sleek black limousine sped along the curving highway in the direction of Cannes. Stars twinkled in the sky. Out in the harbor were sailing craft of every description, their lights blinking like the stars in the sky as the vessels bobbed up and down in the gentle waters of the harbor.

"Will you tell me?" she asked, distracting him from looking out the unshaded portion of the rear window.

"Yes, but it's very embarrassing."

This remark brought a smile to her attractive face. "I think I can guess, Steve."

"It wouldn't be all that hard to guess," he said. "It's just embarrassing. Like I said."

Instantly her hand went to his crotch. Her fingers searched for his penis but of course, by now, his prick had softened and shifted its position inside his shorts.

"I understand," she laughed. "But it's not a big thing, is it?"

The pun amused both of them and they laughed together.

"Very funny," he said.

She hugged him. And this was the first definite expression of her affection for the youth. She kissed his brow and tried to bring his mouth up to hers, but for some reason Steve resisted. He didn't know why he was resisting her, but he was.

"Steve?"

"Yes.?"

"Are you uncomfortable? Should I order Maurice to take us home immediately. so you can. change?"

He shrugged. "It'll probably dry." Steve was not accustomed to having an orgasm in his shorts. It had happened only once before. He'd been riding in the back of a school bus when he'd suddenly seen a young girl sitting on a seat to the left. There had been only a few kids on the bus and the driver was rushing for one reason or another. The girl, who was young, blonde, a loner, as was Steve, had been staring out the window as the scenery flashed by. Her skirt had slithered up to expose her naked legs. She'd had one foot tucked under her buttocks.