For the next several hours Kate and I explored each other, whispering comments of delight at each new discovery, and raising each other to higher and ever higher plateaux of ecstasy. Kate was an instinctive lover who, from her starting point of almost total innocence, grew rapidly to teach us both to communicate our needs and desires more openly and honestly than in any other relationship I had ever experienced beforehand. Eventually though, pleasure took its toll and we fell asleep, tangled in each other’s arms and legs and our complete trust in each other.
We woke late. Kate stretched luxuriously, her dark eyes glittering at me wickedly, “I’m the cat that licked up all the cream!”
I gazed in awe at her beautiful body, as though I was seeing her for the very first time, and I wanted her instantly.
“Oh no you don’t!” Kate squealed, noting my sudden tumescence and guessing my lascivious intentions. “I’ll wet the bed if I don’t have a pee right now!” And she scampered off to the en-suite, from whence I heard her splashing torrent as she emptied her bladder. The sound acted as a trigger for me and I had to run to one of the spare bathrooms to do the same. When I returned, Kate was sat cross-legged on the bed waiting for me, wearing one of my T-shirts and her panties. I must have looked more than a little crestfallen, because she asked me what was wrong.
“Well, I thought we might…”
“Ah! But we will!” She lay back on the bed and posed for me invitingly. “I just like the feel of you undressing me!”
Why is it that morning orgasms are so much more intense than others are?
We had been in the shower for a few minutes, cleansing each other, soapy fingers caressing, sliding over smooth planes, around swelling curves and into intimate crevasses. I soon had another raging erection. When I soaped her between the legs, Kate flinched slightly. “Something wrong?” I asked.
She put on a fake country yokel accent, “Thee ‘ave abused me sorely zur! Things am just a moite tender down there!” Then she leaned forward and circled my nipple with the tip of her tongue, “But never fear, the equipment will be back in full working order by tonight…!
“In fact, on second thoughts, if you lean me back against this wall and are very gentle with me… I think I might just be able to accommodate that lovely looking… Oh! Greg! I wish you could share the wonderful feeling I get when your heat fills me up like that!"
“No more wonderful than your warmth clinging to me and welcoming me inside you does, I’ll bet!”
“Greg! You’ll have to go slow!”
And we did go slow, luxuriously slow and gentle under the warm cascade from the shower. I had one of those on-demand gas water heaters, so it could never run cold. Kate’s orgasm, when it arrived, was long and quiet. I thought that she might be crying as I watched her face while her contractions swept through her. But, there again, it was probably only water droplets from the shower. When I finally exploded into her depths it felt so fine I wished it would never stop.
We towelled each other down lovingly, depositing gentle kisses on those special places we had so recently discovered.
”You’re coming back tonight?”
“I’m not going anywhere today – except home to get some clean underwear and things”
“I know you’ll be late, but what about school?”
“Mid-term break… you are out of touch!”
“Your parents?”
“Daddy is probably camped on your front doorstep with his shotgun right now! But Mom’s cool. She saw the way we looked at each other when you stayed for dinner. And she said the smell of sex in the lounge when she brought Kevin home almost knocked her out.”
“And she didn’t mind?”
“At first she was upset. Then I told her that we’d not had sex, just “made out”, and that I’d started it anyway. I also suggested that here wasn’t much point in making a big fuss only two weeks before my eighteenth birthday. And she agreed. Now I am eighteen I am utterly free choose what I do and with whom. We could have started when I was sixteen, but I thought you might find me a bit empty-headed at that age…”
“Never…!”
“Anyway, It’s my body, and I just love what you’ve been doing with it!”
“And I’m impossibly in love with the person who owns it.”
Kate placed her fingertips on my lips, “I really believe you mean that… but tell me in two weeks time.”
“In the supermarket…?”
“On a rainy afternoon!”
Laughing companionably together, we made our way back to the bedroom. Kate was the first one dressed and she headed downstairs while I straightened the bed. I was halfway down the stairs myself when I heard her shout, “Gregory! You are a total fucking disaster!”
“Why? What’s wrong?”
She met me at the kitchen doorway, “There’s not a bloody skirret of food in this house! Even the carton of orange juice in the ‘fridge is three months past its ‘use by’ date! “And no!” placing herself between me and the telephone, “You are not going to ‘phone out for a pizza! We’re going into town to do some food shopping!”
“Ummm, bit of a problem there.”
“Now what?”
“Car’s got a flattie… and the spare’s shot too. Haven’t had time to get them fixed.”
