I gave it a little longer, though, just to make sure, before I started caress her again. She didn't have any objections or fears when she felt my touch expand slightly, to include the area between her legs, and even the insides of her thighs.
When I finally let my finger brush across her labia, I felt her tense slightly; but when I just let my finger drift farther along, she relaxed again. We went through the same thing again a few moments later, with the same results.
I slowly broke our kiss to gently tell her 'Marlyn, you do not have to be afraid – of me, or what I am doing. I am not going to hurt you. I am not going to do anything that would make you not a virgin. All I want to do is to help you find out what I can do that feels good to you. You told me that you are a virgin, and that you don't know anything about making love. What I would like to do is to help you learn – about making love.'
She looked at me shyly, and answered 'I know that, Dan. But all my life, I have heard the stories from other women about what it was like for them the first time they made love, and they always said that it hurt.'
With a reassuring smile, I told her 'I believe that they told you those things. But I don't believe that it has to be that way. The
She nodded again, and I asked her 'Do you think that I would lie to you?'
Confidently, she answered 'No, Dan. I know that you would not lie to me.'
'Do you think that I am the kind of man that thinks only with his penis?'
She smiled, and shook her head, before I told her 'Marlyn, I love you, just as I love Kelly and the others. Just as I would not hurt them, I will not hurt you. It is your choice if you want to give me your virginity – I will not take it from you. If you want, I can help you find pleasure while we are together like this. But how much pleasure you feel from this is up to you – I can only help you find the most pleasure if you trust me not to hurt you while we are together. If you are afraid, I will understand, and I will not be angry or upset; I will only be sorry that you don't know the joy of making love.'
With that, she finally seemed to understand what Kelly and the others had told her – that in no size, way, shape, or form was I going to do anything to rush her, or hurt her. She knew that I would stop if she told me to – or even asked me to; and knew that if she did, I really*wouldn't* be upset or angry with her – only sorry that she would miss out on something so special.
It took only a couple of seconds before she told me 'Dan, I do want to make love with you. And I do trust you.' With those words, I could feel her relax even more next to me – and felt it as her legs parted slightly.
I lowered my head again, kissing her softly on the forehead and both cheeks before letting my lips touch hers. Our kiss was one of love – and trust.
With that kiss, I moved my hand up to rest on her belly; as we kissed again, she took my hand to put it on her breast again. I didn't hesitate to go back to caressing her – gently squeezing and fondling her breasts between periods of letting my fingers trace the outlines of her areolas and running my fingertips across her nipples.
In short order, she was again nearly as aroused and excited as she had been before. When I again heard her soft panting, I slowly eased my hand slide down her body to begin softly stroking her hips and thighs. It was a little longer, this time, before I let my fingertip graze across her labia ever so lightly; when she didn't tense under my touch, I knew that she was ready for what was to come.
As I continued to softly stroke her thighs, I gradually increased the frequency that my fingers brushed across her vaginal lips. After several such contacts, I thought I could feel a difference in how they felt – they seemed slightly longer and thicker. Remembering how she'd responded when I sucked on her breasts and nipples, I thought that the next part would be easier on both of us if I did it again.
Between the next few kisses we shared, I took the opportunity to kiss her on the shoulders, her throat, her neck, and even along her jaw. With the change in my attentions to her, she let our kisses taper off so that I could continue this new activity – then expand it to include the upper slopes of her breasts. Over the period of several minutes, I was able to carefully transfer the focus of my attention from her neck and shoulders to her breasts; when I again took one of her nipples in my mouth, her hands quickly took hold of my head, keeping my mouth on her breast.
With so much of her attention focused on her breasts, it was much easier for me to begin my explorations of her pubic area. By being able to let my hand contact her mons and labia more, I was easily able to determine that I'd been right – her labia were getting longer and thicker – ample evidence that her passion and arousal were increasing.
She was so focused on what I was doing to her breasts and nipples, that she didn't have any noticeable reaction when I let my finger finally dip
Several more times, I drew the end of my finger between her vaginal lips; making sure that I had enough of her hot oils before I made contact with her clitoris. With that first light touch on her nubbin, her thighs flew open as she loudly gasped her pleasure at the contact.
When I traced my finger between her vaginal lips to collect more of her ample fluids, she noticed for the first time what I was doing – and raised her hips as I got closer to where her clitoris was peeking out from under its hood. With this acceptance of my touch between her thighs, I released her nipple from my mouth, and lifted my head so we could share a kiss. I was pleasantly surprised at the passion that she put into it; and I happily matched it even as I continued my tender ministrations to her womanhood.
It wasn't long before my actions were almost entirely centered on her clitoris, dipping my finger to her vaginal opening whenever I needed to transfer some of her more than sufficient supply of lubrication. Over the next couple of minutes, her arousal quickly increased as what I was doing had its effect on: her head started tossing back and forth, her breathing got rapid and shallow, and she started muttering a number of unintelligible – but obviously passionate – words and phrases in Tagalog. The only part of her that wasn't in constant motion was her pubis – IT was anchored in place, under my touch.
I'd been softly fluttering my fingertip across her clitoris for less than a minute when she suddenly froze – not a muscle moved for several long seconds; then her thighs clamped together as she gave long, loud cry of release. I saw her body start spasming next to me as she tried to breathe between moans of pleasure; I didn't bother trying to do anything to make it more intense for her – I simply didn't dare.
Only when the worst/best of it was over for her did her thighs loosen around my hand, leaving me free to move it up to rest on her belly as I looked down at her. When her breathing had mostly stabilized, I saw her eyes open – but she wasn't able to focus on anything for several more seconds, when she suddenly seemed to realize that it was ME looking down at her. She managed to grab my wrist, and started to say something, but all that came out was a weak croak. She looked at me accusingly, and I asked 'Would you like something to drink?'
She nodded, and I said 'I can go get it, or Kelly will be happy to bring it here. Do you want me to go?' She shook her head, and my next question was 'Kelly will bring it here, then. Is it okay if she comes in here?'
Marlyn thought about that for a second, and gave a hesitant shake of her head.
'That's fine, we can do that.' I told her, before getting Mabel into it.
'Mabel!'
'Yes, sir?'
'Message to Kelly.'
A pause, then 'Recording.'
'Kelly, if you would, we need some drinks in here. Club soda with lime, I think. If you could just set it inside the door, I'd appreciate it.
End message.'
Kelly, of course, would know that*I* wouldn't care about how she brought the drinks; so she'd know that Marlyn didn't care to be seen in whatever her current state was – and take care to respect Marlyn's concerns.
'Message stored. Locating Kelly.'
'That's all', I finished.
'Thank you, sir.'
For the next couple of minutes, I just laid there, my hand on Marlyn's belly as I smiled at her in reassurance
