Jan

afraid to ask It.', she answered.

'Don't worry about it. There's always something that all of us don't know, or are curious about, but are afraid to ask about. All I can do is tell you that I can promise that no matter what questions you want to ask, no matter what experiences you want to try, I'm not going to be upset with you, or think badly about you. You might have noticed, I don't judge people that way – I have my hands full being in charge of me, and I don't have any inclination to try and tell other people what's right for them. Remember when Phil showed up in Jan's back yard?'

'Yeah.'

'Remember what I told Susan about going with him? That I wasn't going to force her not to do something that someone else was trying to force her TO do?'

'Uh-huh'

'The same idea applies here: just as I don't let other people tell me what I should think is right or wrong, or how to live, I don't do that to other people. If you told me that you wanted to smear me with cream gravy and bark like a dog before you got sexually excited, I would accept it without making any kind of judgment of you as a person. The only dumb question, the only question you should be ashamed of, is the one you don't ask. Okay?'

With that, I could see her calm down, and accept my willingness to help her without judging her. She moved up so that she was lying next to me, and looked into my eyes before telling me 'I liked the way you kissed me, and how you touched me. Would you do it again?'

I smiled at her, and answered 'It would be my pleasure!' before leaning over to kiss her softly on the lips as I put my hand on her belly.

Our kiss started out soft and gentle, but after a few moments, she pulled my hand up to her breasts; as I softly stroked them, and her nipples, her lips parted – and from there, things quickly escalated.

Continuing to play with her breasts, I gradually broke off our kiss so that I could move on to shower her face and throat with feather-light kisses, and softly 'biting' her skin with my lips. After a couple minutes of that, she was panting slightly, and when I looked down at her, I could see that she had started to develop the slightest blush of arousal. Looking at me through hooded eyes, she smiled at me, and said 'That's very nice – but there's more, isn't there?'

'If you want it, yes.', I answered.

She responded by telling me 'I do. Teach me.'

We kissed again, less with passion than intimacy; when it ended, I resumed the light kisses and gentle biting with my lips – but branched out to include her ears and neck and shoulders. Only when I felt the movement as she parted her legs did I start a gradual descent down her body, expanding my efforts to include her throat and chest, and eventually, the upper slopes of her breasts. As my head moved down her body, my hand kept pace, so that by the time my lips found the nipple on her breast, my hand was free to caress her from her shoulder to just short of her mons; as I caressed her belly, I would occasionally trace my fingers through the fringes of her pubic hair – but never closer to her womanhood than that.

When I finally took her nipple and areola into my mouth, and nursed at them, she gasped with pleasure, and her hips raised off the bed in an involuntary motion. After a few moments, I released the tip of her breast so I could sample the other, as well – and found it to be equally delightful: her fair, soft skin had a slightly sweet taste to it, and it was a delight to lick at her firm breasts, from where they joined her body, all the way out to their peaks. My hand found that her arousal had tightened her breasts, so that they were even firmer than they had been when I first touched them. As I continued my ministrations to her breasts, I kept my hand moving, as well; each time it approached her mons, her hips would lift slightly in invitation – but it wasn't until I detected the first, faint tangy scent of her arousal that I allowed myself to move past her belly. Even then, I didn't directly touch her womanhood; instead, I simply expanded my touches to include her hips and legs, and the insides of her thighs, always careful to circle around the center of her desire.

Her hands were on my head, guiding me to where she wanted my attentions; I was more than happy to do as she wanted, savoring the texture and taste of her.

I gradually moved the focus of my hand from her body to her belly; when she finally raised her hips off the bed and held them there, I knew that she was ready for the next step – and slowly began approaching her womanly flower. First brushing her labia in passing, then gradually making more and more contact with them, until finally, my hand was centered on her mons. I traced my fingers through her short, dense bush, always returning to the hot, wet opening she presented to me. I finally allowed one of my fingers to trace a path between her vaginal lips and across her clitoris; when I did, I thought that she was going to climax, so strong was her reaction: snapping her pelvis up, she released a noise that was somewhere between a gasp of desire, and a grunt of pleasure.

With that kind of encouragement, I did it again, with much the same results, and again, and again. Before long, her labia were fully extended and open, and there were enough of her juices on my finger that there was no chance of hurting her as I used it to stroke and rub her clitoral hood – making her clitoris even more apparent, and even bringing it out completely.

With her obvious arousal, I began exploring her labia with my fingers even more, and as I did, gradually sliding a finger between them, and entering her ever so slightly. Each time I did, I could feel her pressing against me in acceptance and encouragement. Eventually, I did slide the tip of my finger into her opening and held it there, leaving her free to move herself onto it or not. She did – at least, as far as she could. Above my head, I could hear her frustrated moan, and finished the job by pressing it the rest of the way into her, and hearing her gasp of pleasure. Using the palm of my hand to rhythmically press on her clitoris, I began slowly pistoning my finger in and out of her, feeling it as she relaxed her internal muscles to let it in, and clamping down to try and hold it on the way out. Only a couple of strokes were needed before her oils were thoroughly distributed, making my actions even easier. I continued like that, pressing her clitoris in time with the stroking of my finger, for a couple of minutes, until she had a small orgasm.

When it was over, I carefully withdrew from her, and heard her say 'I… I want to taste It.', hesitantly.

I released her nipple from my mouth, so that I could watch her as I moved my hand up to her face. She gave my hand a little sniff, and then looking right in my eyes, put her lips around my finger, and began sucking her own oils off it. Watching her was an incredibly erotic experience, and I looked forward to finding out how deep her sensuality ran.

When she had cleaned it off, she let my finger slid from her mouth; and still looking me directly in the eyes, and with an impish grin, said 'Hmmm. Different, but not bad. I think I could learn to like it, easy enough!'

I grinned back, then moved up to kiss her – and got a second-hand sample of what my next goal was.

When our kiss broke, I moved back down her body – pausing briefly to give each of her nipples a brief suckle and kiss. Once my head was below them, I went back to kissing her skin as I slowly moved my way toward her legs. I paused for a while at her navel, kissing and licking at it, and even blowing a brief 'fart' noise in it – and making her giggle – before continuing on my journey.

As I got close to my target, I moved myself to between her firm, smooth legs; when I looked up at her, the only expression on her face was that of eager anticipation – her eyes held only trust and confidence.

When I was finally in position to have a full view of her most intimate place, she willingly spread her legs even farther, and raised her knees up to give me a bit more room. That made her thighs more convenient to me, and I began by kissing the insides of them, starting at one knee, and working my way up, across, and back down to the other, careful to circle around her clitoris and labia. I then reversed the route, finishing up a trifle higher on her thigh than I'd started. Back and forth I went, each time shortening the distance, until I was finally kissing her on each side of the flower of her womanhood, and it's heady scent. With a final look into her eyes – and seeing only the desire for me to continue – I dipped my head down, and ran my tongue through her cleft from bottom to top, dipping ever so slightly into her opening, before finishing up by flicking my tongue across her clitoris a few times. The attention to her clitoris earned me a moan of appreciation and lust, and I could feel her thighs tighten on my head briefly.

Using my thumbs to spread her slightly, I took a few moments to examine her, and savor the view she gave me: her pubic hair thinned out rapidly from her opening to her perineum, leaving a clear view of her extended labia. They were thin, and of medium length; glistening smoothly from her secretions. As the top, they gently faded under her clitoral hood, which was fairly prominent. I could see the beginnings of her clitoris as it hid – but it was also clear that it was more than ready to make an appearance under the right conditions. Conditions that I was eager to arrange.

I looked up, and seeing a mild concern on her face, told her 'You're lovely here. A womanly flower in full bloom