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The strong sun had reached its zenith and was falling now towards the horizon. Agung and Lyana walked along the beach. They walked apart. From a distance she could be viewed as a boy. They tried to act casually, not looking at each other, not even speaking. They knew others may be watching them, but they hoped not. As they reached nearly to the end of the sandy stretch they stopped. Here the beach became pebbly. Nearby was a dense clump of small fig trees.
Agung’s heart pounded with excitement as he struggled to pretend that they were just idly browsing the beach together. At this moment he was glad that the kathok garment he was wearing was his looser one. He turned around as if admiring the view, but scanning to see if anyone was watching. Satisfied that the village was otherwise occupied, he slipped out of view behind the fig trees. Lyana followed him.
In the shade of the trees they could only be seen by someone out at sea, or maybe along the beach. He pulled off the wig and stood breathing more quickly than the exercise had required. Now at last they were on their own together. He beckoned her into a space between the trees, where no-one could see them from the beach.
“Did anybody see us?” he asked nervously.
“I don’t think so,” she whispered as if someone might hear, although the closest person would have been well out of earshot. “But we should get back soon”
They moved closer together now, very close. She looked up at him, putting her hands slowly on his chest. Her fragrance and soft warmth melted his shyness. He put his arms around her waist, pulling her closer, sensing her shape delicately impacting his lower chest. Watching her lips open to expel a muted gasp, he hesitated, not wanting to fumble, before taking his time to bend his head down. Accepting his embrace, she slipped her hands up around his neck, as naturally as that. He put his mouth upon hers.
Time stood still for them as they learned this new skill. They explored each others lips and tongues: how they felt, how they moved, how they tasted. They lost themselves, engrossed in tender compelling blissfulness. Their lips fell apart, breathlessly, studying closely each other’s faces, breathing in each other’s air, intensely aware of this other person who was changing their life forever. They kissed some more, passionately.
Against her hot belly she felt the firmness of his arousal. She had kindled and lit the flame of desire. The padded top got in the way but she knew she should keep it on. She must try to resist.
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