Jean was enjoying himself.  His new friend seemed very friendly... and niether of them could stop touching each other it seemed.  Jean lead them around a few of the places he knew quite well.  Knowing of the band which played in one of the plazas, he lead them in that direction, enjoying showing Calista a good time in the city he loved so much.  She drew them close by, but gave them enough privacy by parking them at thier own shadowy group of trees.<br/><br/>Losening her scarf, Calista allowed her hair free.  He couldnt understand why she hid her hair that way.  Perhaps the rarity of her hair color made her self conscience of the attention it brought her.  Giving him a playful look, she pulled him closer to her in the grass.  Jean couldnt help notice just how secreted they were from the main group.  It gave him ideas.  It was then that she asked for his secret and his wish.  He only had one thing on his mind.<br/><br/><em>"My secret... and my wish... is to taste your lips deeply..."</em>leaning up, he couldnt help himself.  He once more kissed her lips, but allowed his mouth to open hers, the tip of his tongue gently exploring her.  He imagined her taste as color... as he expressed himself with feather like motions of his tongue on hers.  Finally breaking his kiss, he whispered close and conspiratorially to her.<em>"Both... of your lips..."</em>Then he started back at work, settling himself lower along her body to slip under her loose fitting dress.  With a slip of her underware, Jean had her sweet taste in his mouth.  He matched his speed to the music she was listening to... and the rhythum of her breathing.  For Jean's ettiquete, the woman always came first... through a door or most especially concerning sex.