I leaned forward and kissed her. “You are like a dream for me. You can’t sleep; I am in a waking sleep, dreaming this – of being with you.”
“Can I stay?” she asked hopefully.
“Of course, as long as you want.” I stood, extending my hand to her. She took it, rising off the couch. Side by side we walked into my bedroom.
It’s hard for me to describe that night. She was very emotional. I convinced her that we could love each other, without her having to give up her virginity on a whim. Confused she let me guide her.
We kissed, and I helped her out of her clothes, and realized I was still in my robe, and hadn’t showered, and badly needed to. She allowed me to completely undress her, and take her to the shower, where we showered together, exploring each other’s bodies under the water, for the first time. Hands and lips, I had to touch and taste her everywhere, and as hungry as I was, she was even more curious and we played until the water ran cold.
Drying each other, we retired to the bedroom, naked. Our skin tingling from the rough towels and cool water.
“Tonight, I won’t enter you. We can enjoy each other immensely without that, and tomorrow you can still decide if this is what you want to do.”
“Show me. Teach me,” was her only answer.
I kissed her from head to toe, front and back, my tongue spending long moments exploring her most sensitive regions: by her ears, under her arms, on her breasts, around her navel. I avoided any direct contact with her virgin pussy yet, and bypassed that, still finding time to explore her lower back, the inside of her thighs and knees, her ankles, her tiny feet. I worked from head to toe and back again. Once I had explored virtually every inch of her exposed flesh, I moved back to her face and I kissed her. I kissed her with every ounce of my being, for the moment blocking out everything but the taste of her mouth and the feel of her tongue. I breathed her breath, refusing to break the contact with her lips, first passionate, then tender, teasing, tasting, nibbling, and demanding. She yielded to me completely.
I worked my way down her body once again, this time stopping first at her breasts. I couldn’t help think that I was Magellan, Columbus, Armstrong. I was exploring virgin territory. She was extremely sensitive on her nipples, flinching if my teeth touched them. Her nipples were small, and the tips were very hard and red. I sucked and kissed, alternating sides, squeezing them with my hands, pinching lightly and pulling on her points.
I lowered myself to her waist. She was tense as I gently encouraged her to spread her legs apart. Her light brown bush was several shades lighter than her short brown hair, and was lightly trimmed on the sides. Her small bikini line framed her hair, teasing me with the knowledge that what was in front of me was always hidden from view, from all but me.
With a series of tender kisses, slowly encircling her tender opening, I finally ended up taking her small, almost hidden side lips in my mouth, and teasing them open, encouraging them to swell. My fiendish tongue would dart in and taste her for a moment, before relenting and worrying the sides of her opening. I still hadn’t directed my attention to the top of her sweet pussy. I pulled back a bit and looked up, to see her face pointed to the ceiling, her eyes tightly shut, her mouth hanging open, breathing heavily.
I reached out with my hands and opened her up. I blew a stream of air across the little man in the boat, encouraging him to set sail. She tensed for a moment, and then tensed up again, when my tongue lingered there, twirling at the tip, tossing him to and fro.
She was moaning now, slightly, just at the edge of my hearing. I took her clit, carefully between my lips, and vibrated the tip of my tongue across the exposed hypersensitive skin. A few moment of this had her squirming under my grasp. I lowered myself further, lapping away at her opening, my tongue deep inside her, tasting her, feeling the softness of her sidewalls. I teased even lower, reaching my hands under her thighs, and lifting her legs high, allowing my tongue to trace that area from her little brown rosebud, across the small stretch of flesh to her pussy, and up again to her clit.
My ministrations continued for a long time, becoming more forceful, until my mouth was clamped over her clit, my tongue lapping at her, as I drove three of my fingers in and out of the tender pussy, hard firm and fast. It had taken me a lot of effort, but I could feel her peaking, breathing hard, her body trembling and throbbing under my touch.
“My god, my god… ” she was gasping, when she came with a cry, lifting her waist off the bed, and squeezing her legs tight. She slowly came to earth, eyes wild, nostrils flaring, hands grasping at me.
“I can’t believe you could do that.” She said to me at last.
“That was nice, you are really sweet, and so responsive.” I lay with my head on her thigh, softly brushing the skin within her tan line.
She blushed, from head to toe, it was a very endearing site.
“Show me how to pleasure you,” she whispered, pulling me up beside her on the bed.
“You’ve never given anyone a hand-job or a blowjob?” I asked, somewhat incredulous.
“Never. I’ve never even really seen a hard one until today.”
“I have an idea. Just wait a second.” I got up and went to my bottom drawer, where I kept a small collection of ‘adult’ tapes. I selected one, which I knew started with three girls and a single lucky guy, in a blow job competition. I started the movie, and pulled her up by my side, propping up some pillows, so we could watch the tape together.
Beth was completely naïve about such things, but overcame her shock quickly. She was fascinated, and continuously asked me questions about what they were doing, and if I liked that, or didn’t, and why they did some things.
She started out with her head on my shoulder. Her hand was soon grasping my cock, stroking me, sometimes in time to the movie. Slowly, maddeningly slowly, she was settling further and further down my body, until my cock was within striking distance of her tongue. She stroked my cock and watched carefully as a single drop of pre-cum emerged.
“Are…are you cumming?” she asked, hesitantly.
“No, that’s just a sign that I’m enjoying what you’re doing. It’s called pre-cum.”
She reached out and touched it tentatively. Pulling her finger away, the liquid stretched, creating a bridge of several inches before breaking. She touched it some more, rubbing it around the top of the head.
“It’s sticky.” She reached out with her tongue, tentatively, and tasted it. “It doesn’t really taste like anything.” She took the head between her lips, and sucked the head clean, her tongue moving back and forth across the head.
As she looked back to the screen, the redhead was claiming victory, with the guy cumming in buckets all across her face.
“That’s so gross! Why is he doing that?” she exclaimed taken back for the moment.
“It’s for the movie. The money shot. A lot of men like to see women getting cum on their face.” I tried to explain.
“Why do you like that?” she asked me.
“I don’t really. I actually prefer to cum inside of who I’m with. Or inside her mouth. I guess some guys just like the look of it.”
“What does it taste like?” she asked, watching the two other girls clean the winners face with their tongues.
“I don’t really know.” I confessed. The closest I had come was a slight taste after kissing a girl whose mouth I had cum in.
“Do you want to cum in my mouth?” She asked, disingenuously.
“I’d love to, but I think you should make me cum with your mouth and hands, outside your mouth, so you can see what it’s like. Then you can see what my cumming is like, and see how much I cum.”
“Ok, tell me if I do anything wrong.”