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back. “What are you doing?” I ask him. “Don't scare me like that.”
    “ Hey, I just wanted to ask if I could join you at the pool.”
    I'm now dying to touch him again.
    “OK,” I say. “But only because I need someone to put suncream on my back.”
    As soon as I turn away from him I smile. I almost laugh. This time my dad won't be watching us, and if he asks to put cream on the back of my legs, I might just let him.
    “Wait up,” Dylan says. “I just need to get changed quickly.”
    “ Meet me at the pool,” I say and leave.

7.
     
    I'm on my front sun-baking when he arrives. He looks me over. I make a pact with myself. If he says anything smart about my G-String I'm going to get straight up and leave.
    He doesn't mention it, but I am sure he's staring. Who can blame him? I mean, I'm basically only wearing two shoe laces around my entire body!
    Yeah, yeah, I know, I should be more modest. I agree, I really do. But, like I said, these new bodily developments are too delightful to keep to myself.
    He leans down and picks up the cream. This time he doesn't ask if he can undo my bikini, he just does it. I say nothing. He starts rubbing my back with the suncream.
    Now, he's done.
    I know it.
    He knows it.
    But neither of us say a word when he takes another handful of cream and continues to rub it into my back.
    Then silence.
    “ So,” he says—I'm now waiting for him to ask about my legs—“All done.” He puts the lid back on the cream and lies on the chaise lounge next to me.
    “ Not so fast,” I mumble. “You forgot my legs.”
    Now I'm hot inside like I don't think I've ever been. I'm exploding! My heart is racing so fast I wonder if I might just die there and then, and he hasn't even started yet. He takes the lid off again and stands up. He lathers his hands with cream and begins on my calfs. Slowly his hands travel upward. He's up to my thighs now. He takes another handful of cream and continues to rub, and he's getting higher. I'm lying there as calm as I would be while having Sunday brunch. Nothing unusual about what's happening now. Nothing at all. Yeah right! My entire body is dancing with sensations right now.
    Oh, woah— woah! He's right at the top of my thighs now, and I mean right at the top!
    He rubs slowly around the curves of my peachy behind. Again he stops to get more cream. When he applies it this time, his hands venture a little higher and now he is officially massaging cream on either side of my G-String.
    This can not be happening. He's massaging my butt—right now!
    And why am I letting him do it?
    I know why. Because it's sending my hormones on a one way trip into space, that's why. I'm airborne.
    Oh, oh, oh!
    I'm officially out of my mind.
    I'm now putting all of my mental energy into not letting him know how excited I am.
    “OK,” he says, “I think you're ready to bake now.”
    He places the cream between our chairs and lies down. I wait for him to say something.
    I wait.
    Nothing.
    He's playing it cool, but we both know what just happened was definitely not normal.
    Finally, I can't take the silence anymore. I turn to face him, but he's not looking at me. He's lying on his back soaking up the sun. “So,” I say, “I suppose you want me to put some cream on you now?”

8.
     
    What was I thinking earlier? Oh, I'm such a fool! I don't even look at Dylan at dinner. Our parents are back and on their first bottle of wine already. They're staying in tonight, that means I'm going out.
    As soon as possible I leave the table and head down to the beach.
    “ What's with her?” I hear my mother say as I exit.
    What's with me? I'll tell you what: I am out of control. I have NO control.
    I think I do.
    I tell myself I do.
    But my recent history is telling a different story.
    This is not like me. This is not normal.
    So far Dylan has not only seen me completely naked, I also let him massage suncream all over my butt!
    Seriously, like a fool, I just laid there poking my peach in the