Oh GOD was it wonderfully warm! Jamie looked around and was startled to find himself at the beach. He looked down; his tan, muscular chest and torso were bare, as was his legs. A quick tug to make sure his package was in place, then he spent a moment to preen as a trio of extremely hot girls walked by slowly, glancing out the corners of their eyes, smiling, giggling to each other in soft whispers as the age-old dance begun. They stole glances; he openly leered at them. He flexed; feminine hips jutted as the girls put some sway in their steps. Heads tossed, hair went flying. Slick, glossy mouths formed imitation-adult smiles and pouts as pink tongues swirled around popsicles and ice cream cones bought to help ward off the summer heat. Oh yeah, Jamie thought, gotta love summer in Florida!

Jamie flexed and tripped in the opposite direction, knowing three very interested pairs of eyes were following him. And, best of all, he was blessdly alone; he didn't know where his family was and sure as hell didn't care. No mom to embarass him by bellowing sweetly to come and invite his new friends to picnic with him and share her hideous potato salade, or, worse yet, call him to smear sunblock over alarmingly white skin covered with even more alarmingly neon flowers. No dad, ribbing him about "chicks" while he flexed his old-ass body and tried to forget he wasn't 17 anymore. No brother and sisters to tease about yucky girls or him having a "giiiiiiirlllfrieeeend...K-I-S-S-I-N-GEEEE!!" or to cock block by throwing water balloons at him just before he scored a girl's digits. Damn brats. Whatever. He was alone and he was on the prowl and it felt good.

Jamie popped a bicep and let his head turn a little too far back; as a result, he crashed into someone in front of him. "Why don't you watch where the fu-", he began, before his brain noted that this body felt soft and very, very female. His head swiveled around to behold the hottest, most perfectly round girl he'd ever seen outside the Internet or his dad's old Playboy magazines. And all that round, tanned, waxed, and bleached perfection was laughably "contained" in pink dental floss someone had tried to pass off as a bikini. Jamie's eyes bugged as he caught the girl in his arms to keep her from falling. Her tall, lithe body fell into him with a soft whoosh, bringing a subtle aroma of musk, sandlewood, and baby powder(?)to his nose. He inhaled deeply and his senses caught on fire and he blinked several times, sure he was dreaming. The goddess in his arms didn't vanish, however. Thought Jamie thought that for a moment an unpleasant, almost evil, knowing smile tugged at her lips, another blink showed she was cooing teasingly up at him, lashes fluttering as the most becoming blush flushed her cheeks.

"Hi," Jamie began, grinning broadly. The most amazingly jeweled green eyes gazed back up at him, blinking several times before the most deeply feminine, lyrical voice wafted against his cheek. "Helloo," she trilled, and Jamie's gut clenched. Oh SHIT, a FRENCH babe!!! Jamie might not have had much use for the English language, but there were definate perks to French. One of which he was holding right now. Everyone knew that French chicks were easy! He had to bring his A-game, though, if he wanted to cinch the deal. "So," he began, "You enjoying America so far?" He cringed inside as the words stupidly tumbled from his mouth. He couldn't help it--she was rubbing, almost pushing, up against him and wreaking havoc with his concentration. Again, that hint of unpleasant, evil smile tugged at the corner of her lips, and, for a moment, her stunning green eyes turned cold. Before Jamie could ponder further, however, the words that came from her mouth froze any further thought.

"You like vat you zee, yes?" She took a deep breath, those mouth-watering breasts pushed up, threatining to spill from the ridiculous contraption barely covering them. Jamie's mouth watered and all he could do was nod dumbly. "Good," she continued, "you come vith me, yes?" With that, she turned, taking Jamie's hand as she started off. Jamie vaguely heard softly outraged protests from the girls he'd previously been flirting with, but suddenly they seemed as flat as the boards of the surfers dotting the water behind him, and even less appealing. His eyes were riveted to her ass, two tempting melons bursting from their fabric-covered encasement as she swiveled and swayed like a King Cobra caught in the grip of a charmer's spell. Jamie tripped along after her as the scene around him faded.