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said, “Come.”
    “Now?” she responded hesitantly.
    “Yes.”  His eyes were insistent, and she read something in
them.  She jumped up and followed him, amid the squeals and giggles of the
other girls.
    They were still dressed in their short skirts, having slept
in them, but wore nothing else, neither on their feet nor on their heads. 
Dragging Alena by the wrist, Menelos headed out of the camp.  “Where are we
going?” she asked.
    He stopped and faced her.  “I know a place in the cliffs by
the sea.  I want to know you.  Will you come?”
    She returned his gaze.  “Yes.  I want to know you, too.”
    He turned quickly and continued his pace toward the sea.  No
one else saw them leaving the encampment.  After walking for about fifteen
minutes in silence through low brush, they came over a hill, and the sea spread
out before them, glittering in the almost full moon.  The sounds of waves
crashing against the cliffs far below them reached their ears.
    “This way,” Menelos motioned to Alena as he began to make
his way along the cliff, cutting down on a small natural path that descended
gradually downward.  “Just a little farther.”
    After about five minutes of picking their way around
boulders, they came to a flat, wide ledge.  The cliff wall at that point curved
inward toward the earth, finally opening into a cave behind the ledge.  Menelos
sat down on the edge of the ledge, letting his feet dangle over.  Alena
silently sat beside him.  They looked out at the Moon-speckled sea for many
silent moments, not moving or talking.
    Finally Menelos said, “We are to be married.”
    “Yes,” replied Alena flatly.
    “We are to be given to the gods, to appease them.”
    “Yes.  It is good.”
    “Yes, it is.”
    Silence again descended for a few moments, then Menelos
turned slowly to Alena.  She was already looking at him.  He extended his arm
and put it around her shoulder.  She melted against him.  Their lips met,
sharing the sweet taste of the first kiss.  He raised his hand and gingerly
touched her exposed breast.  She gently thrust her body forward, offering more
of herself to him and filling his hand.  She reached up and stroked his broad,
well-muscled chest.  They lingered there for uncounted moments, reveling in the
initial explorations of each other’s bodies.
    Eventually Menelos stood up, taking both her hands in his
and helping her to her feet.  He walked a few paces toward the cave, to a soft,
sandy area.  He bent down and brushed the larger stones aside, leaving a soft
sandy bed for them.  He knelt and drew her down, kissing her when her mouth
reached the level of his.  He lay her gently down on her back in the sand, then
caressing her body with one hand, removed his skirt with the other.  She did
the same.  He gently lay on top of her, pressing her warm body against his, and
resumed kissing her.  His hand began caressing her at her cheek, moving
tenderly down her neck to her breast, pausing briefly, then continuing down her
side, stroking her hip, then down her leg to her knee.  With a smooth motion,
his hand slid across to the inside of her leg, then traveled back up her thigh,
ending between her legs, slowly caressing in a circular motion.  Alena softly
gasped in surprise and pleasure.  Her hips began undulating in rhythm to his
strokes.  Her hand absetmindedly pushed against his chest, then traveled downward
until she reached between his legs.  She grasped him, and slowly began to
stroke him up and down, in time to his caresses.  He had swelled to his erect
size, and gave out low moans of pleasure as she stroked.
    After a few moments, which seemed like an eternity, Menelos
got up on his knees and maneuvered between her legs.  He grasped her by the
back of each knee and pushed her legs gently apart and up, presenting her
maidenhood to him.  He slowly pushed forward until his genitals came in contact
with hers.  It was the first time for both of them, and they