Anybody that's willing to put themselves in front of a bullet to protect an innocent has plenty of guts – and the moral sense to know why they're doing it. You won't do anything you don't think isn't right – but you're ethically aware enough to understand between personal choice, and public opinion. You know that you don't know everything, and you're willing to listen to reasoned argument, and decide for yourself based on the facts and evidence in front of you. You're just as loving and affectionate as anyone could want – for those you feel are deserving of that love and affection.'
She nodded, as I had, in acceptance of what I'd said. Then we shared a look, and both of us leaned forward slightly to share a kiss – a kiss that started with our lips touching softly in love and respect, and ended with our tongues dueling in passion and arousal.
When we separated, I could see her eyes were smoky with desire. I reached out to put my hand over her breast; when I had it in my hand, her eyes closed, and I could feel her nipple stiffen under my palm. I let my fingertips trace across it's surface, until my hand was underneath, cupping it, as I let my thumb brush across her nipple softly. I heard hear moan deep in her throat before she opened her eyes, and reached out to take my penis in her hand. Feeling it start to swell at her touch, she smiled, and said 'Lucy was right. It*is* a compliment, knowing that it's for me, personally.' With that, she used her other hand to gently push me, until I was laying on my back, her body over mine. Looking down at me, she said 'I've never done this before, really. I had my boyfriend in college in my mouth a couple of times, but never for very long. This time, for you, I *want* to do it.'
That said, she moved and lowered herself, until I could feel her warm breath on my stiffening penis. She unwrapped her hand from it, letting it lay on her palm instead. I first felt her kiss the head of it, then a few moments later, the sensation of the tip of her tongue running it's rapidly-increasing length. Time after time, she ran her tongue along it – first one direction, then the other. When she felt that I was nearly fully erect, I felt her take the head in her mouth, running her tongue around it as she let herself taste it, and the small bit of pre-cum that had leaked out.
I reached out to gently nudge her leg, encouraging her to move to where I could touch her; she only released my erection from her lips to tell me 'Please, not yet. Let me do this first, then you can do with me what you want.'
An interesting offer, to be sure – enough of one that I contented myself with simply caressing the calf of her leg, where I could reach it. I knew that I wouldn't do anything to abuse the trust she'd shown me with her offer; that she trusted me enough to even MAKE the offer was reason enough.
With the end of my erection back in her mouth, I simply laid back and let her do as she wanted – I understood that it was important to her for some reason, and I trusted her enough to let her go.
She might not have had much experience before then, but she proved to be a quick, and enthusiastic, student. In only a couple of minutes, she had me fully erect, my entire penis coated with her saliva as she went through cycle after cycle of sucking on me, licking me, and sliding her lips up and down my length. I felt her tentatively touch my scrotum, and when I didn't object, cup it in her hand, rolling my balls around as she felt their size and weight. Satisfied with what she'd learned, she went on to gently squeeze them, careful not to hurt me, before letting her fingernails drag lightly across my scrotum.
The sensation of THAT was enough to push me past the point that every man knows: when you go from simply enjoying the sensations you're feeling, to knowing that you've just started down the path that will end in release.
She almost seemed to
Only when she felt me softening between her lips did she give me one final suck before tightening her lips around me and pulling her head back, wringing the last few drops of my sperm from me. Satisfied with her handiwork, she turned herself around, and moved to lay next to me as I got my breath – and senses – back. She held me until my heart rate slowed, then I moved to lay on my side, facing her. I leaned over a bit to kiss her, ignoring the few flecks of my semen that were still on her lips. Then, propping my head on my hand, I put the other on her stomach – only to have her move it to cover one of her breasts.
'Why was it important to you to do that?', I asked.
She glanced away for a moment, then looked back at me, and said 'Because my boyfriend in college really pushed me to do that so much.
I didn't like it then, mostly because it got him going so easy, but he didn't seem too interested in doing anything for me, in return. It got so I hated doing it because I knew he'd finish before I really even got started.'
'And now, tonight?'
'It was my way of claiming my own pleasure.'
'How so?' I asked, as I started toying with the nipple under my hand.
'I knew that I was doing it because*I* wanted to, not because YOU wanted me to. I knew you'd like it, but you weren't doing or saying anything to push me to do it. It was the difference between doing it by choice, and doing it because someone else wanted me to. I also knew that if you had a climax, you'd be able to go longer when we made love – and I*DO* want us to make love, for as long as possible, so that I can have more time with you to treasure when you're gone.'
I could tell that there was more that she wasn't saying, and let her lay there a couple minutes before asking 'And what else?'
She looked at me in surprised, and said 'What makes you think there's something else?'
'Just a feeling. What is it?'
She gave me a strange look, and finally said 'I was worried, a little, about whether or not I was really ready for this – to be open to the experience, I mean, like Lucy said. Doing that was my way of reassuring myself that I really was – ready, I mean. I know that you're going to do whatever you can to make this good for me; doing that was how I proved to myself that I was ready to accept whatever you had to offer me.'
I nodded in understanding of what she'd said, and that seemed to satisfy her. I don't think she really understood just how much she'd told me about herself.
We continued to lay there like that for several minutes, before I started exploring her body with my free hand. She looked at me, a bit apprehensive, until I told her 'You're beautiful. Not just on the inside, but on the outside, too.'
'What do you mean?' she asked.
'I mean just what I said. You're a beautiful person, on the inside, for all the reasons I told you about before. On top of that, you're a beautiful person on the outside. I mean, just look at you – your hair is a fascinating shade of red, rich and thick, and nicely styled.
Your eyes are a lovely green, and they sparkle very nicely. You have a strong, but feminine, face. You have a little button of a nose, and your lips just*beg* to be kissed by someone that cares. Your skin is smooth, and clear. No wrinkles, or sagging anywhere. Your breasts are nicely shaped, firm, and just the right size. Your nipples are a delightful shade of pink, and when I touch them, they stick out in a most appealing way. You have a firm, smooth belly, with a trim waist and nice hips. Your belly button is positively cute. Your legs are smooth and firm and nicely muscled. They hold up a nicely rounded, obviously firm ass. Between them, you have a marvelous thatch of pubic hair – thick, but fine and soft, the same color as on your head. You're obviously fit, with good muscle tone. You keep yourself clean, and smelling nice – something soft, and fragrant, it's a treat for the nose. You're slender, but nicely curved – not too plump, and definitely not too scrawny; just the right size to cuddle with.'
She blushed slightly when I started, but was listening in rapt attention as I finished. She looked at me, and asked 'You really see me like that?'
'Of course. It's all there, and every bit of it true – you only have to admit it to yourself, and then take pride in it.'
