The contact was electrifying. Eric put the glass down, surrounded her waist, bent forward and kissed her. His mouth tasted of grape and Alice, happy and safe in his arms, reciprocated with great enthusiasm. In a moment, the kiss became a passionate hug and clothes flew around the room or fell at their feet. When he tried to take off the straps of her dress and one of his hands landed to her bottom to caress it, she soon remembered about the stilettos.
“Eric, I... need the bathroom,” she whispered in a rough voice.
He moved both of them toward the door, without stopping kissing her. It also occurred to her it was the right time to reveal to him her unimportant little thing, so she looked at him in the eyes and, stroking his short blond hair, she told him the truth.
“I am virgin.” Three w
