I didn't sleep well. I could only think of holding Annie when she climaxed. I was anxious. What was she thinking? Was she repulsed by me now? Would she act like nothing happened? Or would she want more? I had my answer the next morning when she rang my door bell. I had forgotten it was time for Maggie's walk. But Maggie didn't forget. She knew who was at the door.
I opened the door and suppressed my emotions. I now knew what she had been thinking since I saw her last. Annie was standing there, dressed in a very short skirt. I was sure anyone could see her panties if she bent over ... if she was wearing any. She had a top on that was low cut. Her breasts were perky, but small, but she had enough to show cleavage. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were already hard and protruding against her top. And the make up ... good lord!
"If I wanted you to dress like a slut, I would have told you to do so," I said quietly. Her mouth opened and she couldn't say anything. "Go home and change. And for God sakes, wash that make-up off. You look like a cheap whore."
She was stunned, but she said nothing and turned around and went back home. Maggie, of course, was confused.
Annie returned looking more presentable, with more reasonable make-up. She was blushing a bit and would not look me in the eye. She mumbled that she was ready to take Maggie for a walk. And Maggie was certainly ready.
When they returned, I invited Annie into the living room. I knew she had no idea what to expect.
"You've never been with a man sexually before, have you?" I said.
"Not really. I've kissed a few boys, but they were stupid," she replied.
I laughed and smiled at her. "So no one has ever touched you the way I did yesterday." It was a statement and not a question.
"No," she blushed.
"Did you enjoy it?"
She looked at me and replied almost immediately. "Oh my God, yes! I'm sorry if I disappointed you with how I was dressed. I thought you might like that. And I thought ...," she hesitated.
"You thought what?" I said.
She looked at the floor and said, "I thought we might have sex."
"What did you think yesterday was?" I asked. She looked a bit puzzled, so I continued. "What we did was a form of sex. There are many ways to pleasure each other. You had an orgasm while I fucked you with my fingers."
She blinked at my use of words. She wasn't expecting me to be so blunt and to talk so openly. She was struggling to find a comfort level with this conversation.
"What you were expecting was that I would take you into my bed and fuck you ... have sexual intercourse with you. But there are many ways to have sex."
She was blushing again. "So you don't want to fuck me?" She struggled to say the words.
My eyes had never left hers since we started talking, but they locked in on her when I answered. "Annie, I do want to make love to you .... in many ways. I like you and I care about you. I want to teach you how to serve and please a man and I want you to experience the pleasure in many forms. You have much to learn and we are going to take this one step at a time. That is ... if you want me to teach you these things."
She was not blushing anymore. No, not now ... now she had a look of desire. "Yes, Sam. Please teach me."
Ok, I thought. She is ready for her next lesson .... and another blunt question. "Do you masturbate?"
Her eyes got wide and she turned red again. She spoke quietly. "Yes."
