they were talking about, but whether or not you want to… that's something you're going to have to decide. Why don't you think about it for a little bit, and I'll go get us some sodas?'
She nodded her agreement, and I got up and went into the kitchen. To give her a little more time, I didn't just grab a couple cans of soda; I actually put it into glasses, with ice cubes to help keep it cold. By the time I got back and settled myself at the other end of the couch from her again, a few minutes had gone by. I handed her a glass, and after she'd taken a sip from it, I asked 'So what do you want me to help? Talking? Doing? Both?'
She hesitated only a moment before answering 'I think both. As much as they tease me about my boobs and hair, I… I'd like you to look at me, and see if I'm okay. I know you think my boobs are big enough, but you've never seen my hair… you know, there. After you look at me, you can tell me if what I have makes any difference. From the way those girls were talking, and the stuff I've read, I think that an orgasm sound like it's pretty good — so if you can maybe help me have one, I'd like that. I kinda know what some of the other stuff they were talking about it, but if it's okay with you, I want to make sure I'm right. Then maybe I'll understand what else they were saying.'
Even though I kept my face impassive, I was jumping for joy in my mind — I was finally going to not only see the cute little Emma completely naked, but it sure sounded like I was even going to be able to get my hands on her… and better still, for the express purpose of helping her have her first ever climax. Could life get and better?
Outwardly calm, I asked her 'When did you want to start? And how?'
'I thought I'd just get naked first, so you could look at me. Then if there's something wrong, we won't have to bother with that other stuff…'
'That's fine, Em. I told you, you don't have to do anything with me. If you want to, that's fine with me; I'm not going to do anything to hurt you or scare you, because you're asking me to help you, and that's what I want to do. If anything starts to bother you, tell me, and we'll stop, okay?'
She smiled and nodded before answering 'I know you wouldn't hurt me or scare me, Gary. But if I don't like something, I'll tell you.'
With that, she turned and set her glass on the table at her end of the couch, then stood up. I could see that she was a trifle nervous, but she didn't hesitate for a moment while ridding herself of her blouse, then bra, then skirt, shoes and socks, and finally her panties. Naked as the day she was born, she turned to face me, not doing anything to cover herself. With the time and opportunity to really look at her, I could see that her bust had grown some since the time she and her sister had exposed themselves to me the first time. Her waist and hips were still developing more womanly curves, but formed a series of gentle arcs that was nice to look at. Her belly only had a little bit of the paunch that most women do from having their reproductive organs on the inside; at the base of her belly, she had a small narrow wedge of somewhat sparse hair that was only marginally darker than what her head sported. I didn't have any trouble making out her mons, or the cleft that divided it. When I raised my eyes to her face, she actually surprised me by turning around to show me how she looked from the back. The first thing I had to look at was the pair of small, tight globes that formed her ass. Smooth and visibly firm, it was all I could do to drag my eyes away from it to look at the rest of her. The expanse of her back was as smooth and blemish-free as it could be; her slender and graceful neck sat atop her delicate shoulders. After dropping my eyes to marvel at her ass again, I lowered them some more, and found myself enjoying the look of her long, slender legs. I cleared my throat, and she turned to face me again before asking
'Do you want to look between my legs, too? I hardly have any hair there, and I'm not sure how much difference that makes.'
Careful not to reveal my delight at her offer, I answered 'I suppose it couldn't hurt to look…'
She didn't blush in the slightest at the idea of me looking at her so intimately; she just took a seat on the couch, then rested on her tailbone before putting one foot on the floor, and raising the other leg to rest it on the back of the couch. I started to lean forward, then stopped and looked at her. She realized I wanted to know if I could look closer, and she told me 'It's okay.'
Careful not to get too close, I leaned forward so that I could see the area between her smooth thighs. Her pubic hair thinned quickly past about the midpoint of her mons; the lower third of her mound was completely bare. With her spread open that way, I could see her inner lips, which were small and thin — between them, I could faintly see the entrance to her vagina. To my surprise, the area between her labia looked like it was somewhat shiny — as though some of her young woman's oils had escaped her. I caught only the faintest whiff of her unique female scent, but it was enough to make my mouth water with how light and fresh it was.
I didn't spend as much time looking at her as I would have liked for the simple reason that I was ostensibly simply making sure she was suitably developed; when I'd sat up again, she demurely brought her legs back together, then just sat there, still naked. I looked into her eyes and told her
'You've got everything you're supposed to have, and I don't see that you're missing anything. For your age, I think you're about as developed as you should be. Maybe it doesn't seem like much, now, but I don't doubt that everything will be okay as you get older. You're very pretty now, and I know you're going to be beautiful when you're grown up. Okay?'
I could tell that my words gave her the comfort and reassurance she needed and wanted. We sat there in silence for a few seconds as I watched her deep in thought. When she turned her attention to me again, she wanted to know 'Is that orgasm thing really as nice as it sounds like?
That it's even better than the best I've ever felt when I touched myself?'
I smiled before answering 'I can't answer those questions, Em. First, I'm not a girl, so I don't know what an orgasm is like; when it happens for guys, it's usually called a climax. Second, I'm not you, so I can't know how good you feel. All I can tell you is that when I've been with a woman that has had one, she sure seemed to like it. And there's no point in asking me what it's like, even for guys — honestly, there really aren't the words to try and describe it. It's just one of those things that you have to experience; once you do, you'll know why you can't tell anyone else how it feels. I'm sorry.'
She considered that in silence for a few moments before asking me 'Could you maybe help ME
have one, then? So I know? Sometimes when I touch myself, I can kinda feel myself getting close to something, but it hasn't happened yet.'
With a serious expression, I told her 'I could try to help you, but there are a couple of things that I have to make sure you understand, first.'
'What's that?'
'The most important one is that for me to do that, I'd have to touch you. Not just pat you on the butt like I do, but on your boobs, and even between your legs; the same way you touch yourself.'
Giving me a mildly exasperated look, she said 'Of course you'd have to touch me. That's what I want you to do!'
I gave her a smile before getting serious again so I could say 'Okay, I just had to make sure you really understood that. Something else that you have to understand is that there are laws that say
I'm not supposed to touch you like that because it's sexual. I know, that's what you want to find out — what it's like to have an orgasm, which is automatically sexual, but that doesn't change the fact that there are laws against it. So what you have to understand is that if I did that, I could be sent to jail, or even prison, for a long time. I'd almost certainly lose everything I own so that I could try to pay for lawyers so I could try to stay out of jail or prison, or at least be there for as little time as possible. The last thing is that people would know that I did touch you that way, and everybody would think I was some kind of pervert or child molester. I probably wouldn't be able to get a job anyplace because of that, and nobody would want to be my friend. Almost nobody would want to have anything to do with me; I probably wouldn't even be able to have a girlfriend. The last thing is part of the against the law part — all of that would happen to me if anybody ever found out about it… the police, one of your teachers, the parents of one of your friends, anybody could tell on me, and get me into all that trouble. Now, I know that I'm not doing anything to hurt you, or trying to trick you into doing anything you don't want to, and I'm willing to help you like you want. But I have to be sure that I'm not going to have all those other problems because of it — I have to know that I can trust you not to say anything to anybody that would tell on me. Remember, almost every adult you know would think that I was doing something bad to you, and would tell on me because they didn't understand what we were doing, and why. You'd have to be careful about all the people you know that are your age, too, because I think you know that they don't always think about things the way
