His name was Eric. He was but a babe, taking his first steps. A nervous thrill as each foot progressed in front of the other. He was being lured with each step, closer to the brink. He felt the rushing end and enjoyed what he could. He was but a babe.
Her name was Anita. She was the experienced, taking advantage of the inexperienced. The fears and joys were used in her game of thrills. She sat calmly, luring Eric to her side. A graceful gesture of her fingers, and he walked numbingly towards her. Her hand grazed over the spot next her and invited Eric to his place. She was the experienced.
His fingers were new to the touch of warmth. She wrapped his hand in her own, giving security and promises of love with her silent smile. She unwrapped her fingers and pulled away giving a brief moment of terror to Eric. Pulling away he feared meant the end. She brought her hands up to her neck. Delicately massaging her delicate skin with just 2 fingers. Guiding her fingers below her robe, Eric watched the graceful fall of Anita's robe. Over her shoulders, down her arms, and stopping at her elbow. She all the while watching this very action herself, then peered up and into Eric's eyes. He became aware and could do nothing but stare back into her rich soul. She once again wrapped his hand in her own.