Pylaemenes gasped slightly as his eyes fell over Nadira's lovely body. He had not gotten the chance earlier to get a good look at her, as embarrassment, fear, water, and momentary unconsciousness had prevented him from making out much at all previously. She appeared to him now to be so perfect, so terribly beautiful... He could hardly resist her charms any longer. He no longer had desire to do so, in fact. All that he desired at that moment was to be held in her warm arms, to rest his head upon her breasts, to sleep in her soft embrace...and to avoid blatant display of his abominable clumsiness in the process.

He released his grip on his own towel, revealing to Nadira something which happened to be a popular motiff on your average vase painting of Dionysos. She giggled slightly as she looked at him, although she had already taken the opportunity to get a better look at him than he had of her while in the bath. She had to admit that he was rather handsome in his own little way, though he was not terribly well-built. Upper body strength was not exactly his, well, strength... That didn't matter to her, however. Though she estimated that he was in his mid twenties, his face had retained its very appealing boyish quality. She had not failed to notice this when he had been asleep in her arms.

He was not only easy on the eyes, but really rather comfortable to hold in her embrace. She could tell that they would indeed get along famously at this rate. It would be the start, she suspected, of a very lovely relationship...

"You appear to be quite fiery yourself, Pylaemenes," she said with a laugh. The tutor merely blushed, the color of his cheeks changing from one shade to another with as much ease and grace as a chameleon's skin.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked, feeling rather like a fool in this situation. He hated this feeling of utter ignorance and, paradoxically, at the same time, full knowledge of what was expected of him. "Leap into the bed like a saucy antelope bounding joyously across the sun-drenched African landscape, my dear?"

"No, you'll injure yourself doing so, if what I know of you will tell me anything, Py!" Nadira exclaimed, her giggles increasing. "Just amble your way beneath the sheets, my dear. Here..." She came forward and gripped his arm, leading him up to the bed. "Don't worry about it, Py. There's nothing to worry about at all."

"I'm not worried, Nadira..." he said, the ghost of a smile playing about his lips. "I'm just not terribly sure of myself. I've never had the chance to know better... I've never been this close to a woman."

"Oh, of course you have. You had a mother, didn't you?"

"Yes, but she never groped me in the bath..."

"Yes, Py, you do have a point there, dear." He was displaying some sarcasm, at least, which suggested to Nadira that he was becoming somewhat more comfortable with the situation. She would have him now, she felt sure of it. "Just follow your instinct, my dear Py... I'll make things as pleasant as possible for you. Just lie down, dear."

Pylaemenes looked down at the bed, and finally slid down into it, his face having paled once again. He was nervous, of course, and he couldn't help this irritating feeling. He was determined, however, that he wasn't going to disgrace himself in front of her again. He would seek to impress her this time. He looked up adoringly at her as she began to slip into the bed beside him, reaching over to slide herself as close to him as possible. She placed her hand upon his neck, but waited for his kiss, which he gave her with less reluctance than ever before.

His lips still firmly placed upon hers, he placed the palm of his hand softly against her cheek, slowly drawing his face away. He looked at her with a feeling of contentment before lowering his head down upon her breasts, laying his cheek upon them and closing his eyes as he felt her hands play upon his back.

Nadira enjoyed this, to be sure, but had her mind on other things as well. She slowly slithered beneath him so that he was directly on top of her, though her movement caused Pylaemenes to become a bit more uncomfortable than he had been feeling previously. She silenced his weak protest by reaching about him more firmly and kissing his forehead. He looked up at her face and she gazed into his eyes, and there passed a moment of mutual understanding between them.

"We have the entire evening left to us for napping, Py," she said. "The night is very young indeed."

"Oh...splendid... What are you suggesting?" asked Pylaemenes, knowing full well what she had in mind.

"Need I answer that?" she countered. "You know yourself, my dear. What do you want?"

Pylaemenes refrained from responding, though he looked rather resigned to making love to her. He therefore kissed her firmly and allowed her to take over, realizing for the first time that he had already fallen in love. He only hoped that she felt the same way and was not merely satisfying her lust upon him, as he had heard members of her profession (and, above all, her regular clientele) were wont to do. He decided simply to assume otherwise for this evening. It felt good to be loved, even if it was only in his mind.