knew that being with someone like that should be special. That was even harder for me than the other, because I had to think about what I wanted and why, and then really look at what people I knew were like so I could try to figure out if they were someone I was willing to give myself to that way. I knew I didn't want somebody that would tell everyone what we did, or that didn't understand that my first time was something special to me, or wouldn't treat me right, or any of that kind of stuff. I wanted to make sure that it would be as important to the other person as it was to me, basically. I'm telling you this so you know that I'm not just wanting my virginity to go away so I can start having sex; I need you to understand that being with a guy like that IS something special, okay?'
A couple of seconds went by before she told me 'Once I was absolutely, positively sure that I was ready, I actually went to Mom and talked to her about it. I wanted her to know that I wasn't doing it 'cause I was with some guy and got too worked up or anything like that, and to see if she really could understand like she told me she could. I was really nervous about it-talking to her, I mean, not what I wanted to do-and I was really surprised when she told me that it was up to me to decide when I was ready, and to make sure first. I couldn't believe it when she asked me if I'd thought about birth control! I had, and I even found out what I could about it; I knew which one I wanted to use, but I never figured I could get it. Except that when I told Mom about it, she said she'd find out from her doctor-you know, her gynecologist-what they could do that would be best. She did, and after I went in for an exam, I started taking pills. They made me feel a little different when I first started, but everything was okay after that, so the chance of me getting pregnant are about as small as they can be. So now you know that I even thought about that part of it, too.'
She finished by telling me 'So there it is: I'm sure this is what I want to do. I can't get pregnant, and Mom knows I'm going to, and she's okay with it. And so you don't have to ask, I'm very sure that I want it to be with you, 'cause I already love you and know you love me and would treat me right. I obviously can't know if it's going to hurt or not, but if it's going to, I know I can trust you to make it hurt as little as it can. If there's something you want to know that I didn't talk about, just say so and I'll tell you.'
Having said her piece, she somehow managed to wriggle herself a little closer to me so that nearly the entire length of her body was against mine with her breasts pressed against my arm and her bush tickling my hip.
I like to think that if I'd only had to deal with either her oral argument or the feel of her body against mine (which conjured up images of how she'd looked laying on the floor, dammit), I could have found the resolve to send her back to her room. The thing was, to my Engineering mind, she'd actually done a decent job of eliminating any major reasons why it couldn't happen. I suppose I could have tried to find reasons it couldn't, but the distraction of having her right there next to me made that all but impossible. The best I could come up with was to ask her 'What about Becky? Should you be here when she's in there? What happens if she wakes up?'
Emma put an arm on my chest and draped her leg across mine before answering 'She's already awake, and knows I'm in here-and why. She's almost ready for her first time with a guy, too, so she's staying the night in case there's anything I need afterwards. She'll stay in there until morning unless I go get her for something. She's my best friend, and she knows stuff that I've never even told Mom or Daddy, so I know she'd say even less about it than I would… which is zero. Nobody's going to know that you had sex with me unless you tell them.'
After that, she demonstrated her good sense by remaining quiet while I tried to find some way out of the situation other than plain and simple refusal-something I simply couldn't bring myself to do, try as I might. After a few minutes, I finally had to face the fact that it was either tell her 'no' in a way that I'd never done before, or give in to her request. It may well have been (probably was, actually) my gonads overloading my brain, but I heard myself tell her 'Okay, Em, if you're sure enough to climb into bed with me, I guess it'll be okay.'
I heard her release a soft sigh of relief before she slid over a little bit and told me 'Why don't you move over here, then. I know you can't be comfortable when you're all but falling out of bed like that.'
Having already surrendered, I did as instructed, and shifted myself close to her. Taking the bull by the tail, I looked squarely into my future as I told her 'You said you had to figure out what YOU wanted from all this, so now's a good time for you to tell me.'
She was silent for a few moments before she answered 'If it's okay, I… I'd like the lights to be on, so we could, you know, see each other. I mean, I already know what guys have and I've seen erections and everything, but I'm sure it'll be different knowing what's going to happen.'
'That's fine, Em. If you want the lights on, then go ahead.'
She moved away from me, and I felt her get out of bed; a few moments later, the lights were on, and I got to watch as she got herself settled next to me again. She didn't bother to pull the bedcovers over us before hesitantly telling me 'I… I've read and heard about some of the things that two people can do together, and… and I want to try them at least a little bit so I can find out if I'd like them.'
'What kind of things?'
'I, uh, I'd like to, um, use my mouth on you-you know, your penis-if you don't mind. And I'd really appreciate it if you could maybe do that to me, too, so I can find out if it's different when a guy does it.'
I caught that 'different when a guy does it', and couldn't help thinking that she'd already had some experience being on the receiving end of cunnilingus, and figured I knew who'd done the honors. I also had a pretty strong suspicion that it hadn't been a one-way transaction, either. But the prospect of getting my head between her thighs was all I needed to answer 'I'm okay with both of those.'
Her last request was 'When it's time… you know, for you to be inside me… would it be okay if I was on my back and you were on top of me? I really do want it to happen; I'm just not sure I could be brave enough to break my own hymen, is all.'
'If that's what you want, then that's what'll happen, Em', I assured her.
Satisfied that the high points had been taken care of, she moved on top of me, straddling my waist while supporting her torso with her arms. As I looked up at her, she told me 'I think this is probably the last thing you'd ever think of the two of us doing, Uncle Dave, and I don't think it can be easy for you. But I really am ready to find out what it's like to be with someone like this, so I need you to understand that I want you to touch me: my boobs, and my butt, and between my legs, and anyplace else that you would with a girl you were intimate with. I want you to kiss me like you mean it- not just on my cheek or my forehead like you always have, but my mouth and the rest of me, if that's what you want. I want you to do whatever you want to, and can, to show me how good it can be when two people are together like this. Uncle Dave, this is my first time, and I want you to help me make it good so all the times after this will be good, too. I know it's a lot to ask, but can you do that for me?'
From the grades she got in school, all of us knew she was more intelligent than most her age; hearing that from her reminded me that she was also a hell of a lot smarter, too. All I could do was look into her eyes as I answered 'I'll do my best, Em. That's all I can promise.'
That earned me a smile before she told me 'That's enough, Uncle Dave. Now, do you think you could start by kissing me and maybe playing with my boobs a little bit?', the last with an impish grin.
I raised my head, and Emma lowered hers, so the two of us could kiss-as first-time lovers. It started soft and chaste, but didn't remain that way for long as Emma told me through her lips how much she loved me… and then how much she wanted me. I didn't have the slightest hesitation about doing my best to let her know that I loved her, too; but it took a bit longer before I could let go enough to even start to return the desire she was offering me. Once I began responding to the touch and feelings coming to me through my lips, and set aside who those lips were attached to, it got easier and easier.
When I felt her tongue brush across my lips, I was more than willing to open my mouth and let my tongue go out to make friends with hers; it wasn't but a few seconds before they were enthusiastically wrestling with each other, moving back and forth between our mouths. Without realizing I was doing it, I moved my hands to her waist and began caressing her soft, smooth skin; as our tongues continued to duel and our breathing quickened, I expanded my touch to include as much of her as I could reach. When I got my hands on the rounded firmness of her ass, all I could do for the next little while was gently squeeze and caress those warm globes: delightfully smooth under my touch, they were incredibly firm when I gripped them. I eventually released my hold on her ass in favor of continuing my explorations of her body-but didn't neglect to return frequently and resample the feel of her tight buns under my hands.
The kisses between me and Emma eventually reached the level that both of us were finding it difficult to both kiss AND breathe; by mutual agreement, we decided that breathing had the higher priority and she raised herself up again. Doing so, she made the front part of her body available to me, and I didn't delay in moving my hands to cover the mounds of her breasts… and was immediately glad of her suggestion that I do so.
Each of her orbs neatly filled my hands with their warm sponginess while the hard nubbins of her nipples
