[Kevy Baby]

A friend - dead ringer for Darryl Hannah - worked one summer for the Carthusian monks who make chartreuse liqueur. She stayed in their worldwide sales office while the monks toiled in the factory.

As was customary, she was entitled to a small quantity of chartreuse liqueur daily as a part of her compensation. She came to enjoying this daily lift in her day with Brother Baldemar, who brought her daily allowance (though he never imbibed himself). He was one of the younger novices who was just a few months away from his 20th birthday when he could become a full-fledged monk.

Over the months, their friendship grew and they became quite close, discussing their life's goals, dreams, and philosophies. While they did not always agree, they always respected and honored each other's opinions and views.

As his 20th birthday approached, he expressed some curiosity as to what he was going to forgo in his life as part of his vows. He nervously shared that he was curious what the intimacy of a woman would be like, confessing that he wanted to experience a woman's touch just once before he sealed his vows.

It may have been that she had more than her daily allowance of chartreuse that day, but she leaned forwarded and touched her lips to the novice's. Their kiss was light and tender, but their shared passion soon warmed as she enjoyed his soft warm lips. Soon, her palms were exploring the the smooth strong back of the young curious novice and his nervous trembling hands started to tentatively touch her body.

They dismissed themselves to a little more privacy and she started to disrobe. He sat enthralled as she slowly revealed more of her ready body to him until she stood bare, exposed to his innocent eyes. She then approached him and tenderly freed him of his robes and undergarments.

Soon, the full lengths of their bodies were pressed together and she began to kiss him in a frenzied passion. He made a hungry noise and she could feel his manhood pressing against her.

He slid inside of her in one swift move. While this may have been his first time, she guided him slowly to maximize their pleasure. She looked in his eyes and saw the pure animal lust that only a man in this situation can portray. Their rhythm started slow, but their tempo naturally increased as their passion grew to a fever pitch. His inexperience melted away as he thrust his manhood to drive her pleasure to new heights; heights she never knew existed. Soon they both reached a plateau where they were lost in a haze. He lay panting on top of her, his heaving chest matching her own pace, and they slowed together in a natural harmony.

That's not the end of the story.