I grinned. "No. I just... never seemed to grow much down there, even when I was... alive. Only ever the lightest of dustings."

"It's really hot," she said. "Can... can I..."

And I found her hand and put her fingers to me and closed my eyes, shuddering hard as she fumbled at my slick, wet parting.

"Oh," she breathed.

I opened my eyes, stared down at her, at her little hard nipples and her flat, lithe little stomach.

I leaned forward and tongued her left breast; she shivered. Her finger moved and squirmed slowly against me; her inexperience was clear.

"Like this," I breathed, showing her what I liked -...