His instinct makes him stiffen at the touch of a girl, but immediately he relaxes as she reaches around him and begins to massage his adolescent, hairless chest. She moves up his arms and onto his shoulders, murmuring softly the whole time. He can’t help but give up control. He lets his head loll back onto her shoulder, closing his eyes and moaning in pleasure. He is very aware that her breasts are pressed against his back.

Suddenly her hands are moving downward. She grips him by the waist and hoists him back toward her. Instinctively he moves with her and grabs her hand. She squeezes it, and with the other hand begins to explore his thighs and the space between.

He gasps, his eyes wide open now. Something in her touch has reawakened a long lost memory and he is turned on. The water is soothing and he moves with her, tuning into the rhythm of her moving hand, his mind elsewhere… in the past.

He is imagining that day long ago when that very special person did the same thing… and he fell in love.