She blinked a bit, and said, 'How is that?'
'Well, we can start with all our clothes on, and just take off whatever is necessary when we need to, or we can both get completely naked right off. If we both get naked right off, we can do it separately, or together, privately or with each other. Or, if you want, one of us can be naked, and the other one keep their clothes on until YOU decide they need to come off.'
Finally realizing that she really was in control, she calmed down again, and with an impish smile, said 'Uh, I think I'd like us to be naked from the start.'
'That's fine. How do you want us to do that?'
'I think I want to take your clothes off, and then have you take mine.
Is that okay?' she asked, mischievously.
'It is if that's what you want.'
With that, I calmly walked over to the edge of the blankets she'd spread, put the diagrams face down on the floor, and simply stood there, looking at her.
After a moment, she stood up, and moved over in front of me, facing me.
She hesitantly reached up for my shirt buttons, and when I didn't say anything, began unfastening them. When they were all undone, she pulled my shirt open, and looked into my face, as though asking permission. I nodded, and she leaned forward slightly, to first kiss my chest, and then start caressing it. After perhaps a minute or two, she stopped, and looking up into my face again, started pulling my shirt off. I helped as needed, and shortly, it was on the couch.
Taking a deep breath, her hand was trembling as she started to reach for my belt buckle. Without touching her, I said 'You might find it easier later if my shoes come off, next, instead.'
Blushing furiously, she looked up into my face before squatting down to undo my shoelaces, and as I raised each foot in turn, my shoes, which she set at the end of the couch.
Standing again, she was much calmer as she reached for my belt, and after a little fumbling, got it undone. Hesitantly, she reached for the snap of my jeans; I pulled my stomach in a bit to help her, but otherwise didn't say or do anything. Once the snap was open, her hands were visibly trembling as she reached for the zipper, and pulled it down. Once that hurdle was out of the way, it didn't take her long to kneel down, and get my jeans down around my ankles; and after I'd raised each foot, on the couch with my shirt. Staying on her knees, she tentatively reached for my jockey shorts several times before finally laying her hand on my semi-erect penis that was gently tenting the front of them. When she looked up at me again, I nodded, and she gently began squeezing it. After a few moments, though, her curiosity got the better of her, and she grasped the waistband of my shorts, and pulled them down to about midthigh. As my genitals popped free, she exclaimed 'Oh!' and paused to examine them for a bit. Finally, though, she finished pulling my shorts down, and when I raised each foot, removed my socks, as well.
The whole lot were soon on the couch, too.
Now that I was naked before her, she was free to do as she wished; it didn't take her long to muster the courage to use a couple of fingers to grasp my penis, and move it around so that she could look at it from different angles; and move it out of the way so she could look over my testicles. Finally releasing it, she put her hands on my thighs, and felt the muscles of my legs, and then around to my butt. Apparently satisfied that I was really there, and really naked, she stood and again kissed me on the chest before stepping back to face me.
To my raised eyebrow, she nodded her readiness, and I stepped forward to begin undressing her. Starting with her blouse, I slowly unbuttoned it, kissing each newly exposed bit of flesh, from just below her throat, to just above her navel; and as I removed it, I kissed her collarbones, and then shoulders. Her blouse easily found a home at the opposite end of the couch from my clothes. Her bra fastened in the front, and I carefully unhooked it, and gently pulled the cups away from her breasts, pausing to kiss her dark brown nipples as they came into view, causing a catch in her breath both times.
Kneeling, I gently slid my hands down her sides, then her thighs, on my way to removing her shoes; she hadn't bothered with socks. I looked up at her as I reached for the waistband of her pants, pausing just before touching her, giving her the chance to change her mind. She nodded to me, and I carefully unfastened the waist, and then the other buttons that made up the fly on them. I reached back to hold and caress her buttocks briefly before taking the waistband and gently pulling it down, sliding her slacks to her ankles, and then off of her. Before me, I saw the pale nylon of her bikini briefs, along with a hint of wetness at the juncture of her legs. Leaning forward, I kissed her bellybutton as I slid my fingers under the waistband of her panties; grasping them, they too slid down her hips, allowing me to plant soft kisses on her hips and belly and just above her pubic hair. Sliding them the rest of the way down, they joined the rest of her clothing on the couch. Before standing again, I leaned forward once more, to place a kiss first on her soft, black, straight pubic hair – where I was greeted by the gentle scent of her womanhood – then on the inside front of each of her thighs, where they met her pelvis.
Standing again, I took a step away from her, and could see that she was already developing an aroused flush, her shoulders and upper chest noticeably darker from the blood.
We stood there, looking at each other, for a couple of minutes before I offered her my hand, and said, 'Shall we begin, then?'
That broke her gaze at my body, and she took my hand as we moved to sit next to each other on the blanket.
Once seated and comfortable, I picked up the drawings, and explained to her that they were 'generic' diagrams of the genitals of each sex, and that we were going to compare them to the real thing. From there, things went much as they had when I'd done this with Jan – except more quickly, since Kelly was much more sure about what she wanted. Her clitoris amazed me – though barely visible most of the time, when erect, it protruded quite clearly under it's hood; and judging by the way she reacted when I touched it at one point, quite sensitive. I was quite pleased by the size and shape of her labia, too, when we got to them: thin, they were barely darker than her skin, and even when fully extended, were barely visible in her cleft. When we got to the part about looking at her labia, I had to find a mirror; I'd completely forgotten about it, and didn't have one handy. Kelly, too, was interested in seeing what her hymen looked like, and it was with much less hesitation and discussion that we got her the view she was after, with my help – though she did express surprise and amazement on how wet she'd gotten inside. Though not as 'fluid' as Jan, she was still quite wet; more than ample for what was yet to come (apologies for the pun).
Then, of course, it was her turn, and I laid back as I'd done before, with similar warnings about sensitive spots. Kelly, too, asked about the difference between my circumcised penis, and the uncut one of the diagram; and was more accepting of the explanation. Here, too, Kelly was much more direct and inquisitive than Jan had been; and I answered all of her questions just as directly.
Once assured that she was reasonably normal in her particulars, and satisfied that she understood the function and workings of the male anatomy, she laid back and got thoughtful for a bit. Content to let her move at her own pace, I waited patiently until she came back to our time zone.
Looking at me, she said, 'I can stop now, can't I?'
'Yup.'
'And you really wouldn't be mad or upset or anything, either, would you?'
'Nope.'
She looked into my eyes for a while, and saw that I was telling her the pure, unadulterated truth.
She finally spoke again: 'You know, you really are kinda scary.'
'How's that?'
'Because you're not trying to bullshit me.'
Surprised, as much at the language as the statement, I asked, 'Why would I want to do that?'
'Cause I'm laying here, naked, and you've seen everything there is about me, and you're still willing to stop if I want; and even more, I really do believe that you wouldn't be mad or anything.'
'Yeah, and?'
'And I don't think there are many people in the world that would do that. You really are putting what I want and what I need ahead of anything else, right now. And that's what's so scary – I don't know *anybody* that has ever been that honest with me, or that caring *about* me.'
'I'm sorry to hear that.'
'See? That's what I mean – you really are sorry. Not because you're supposed to be, or anything like that, but because you really do*care*.'
