Sydney Bliss, written by Tom Schipke.

Billy was 15 years old and tonight he would lose his virginity.
She stood in front of him, smiling shyly and slightly silhouetted by the lights of the Sydney Harbour Bridge through the window behind her. She wore a semi-transparent, red night-gown. And nothing else. As she inched towards him he admired her firm yet gentle body. His eyes roamed her up and down, from her long flowing hair, to her sexy face, set in something halfway between a teasingly seductive and a mouth-wateringly cute smile. His eyes kept going; down to her trigonometrically impossible breasts, past her pancake flat mid…