I could get used to being naked with him. In fact, I was beginning to think I would enjoy never getting dressed again, if we could just lie together like this all the time. His skin is soft. His breath is warm. The curly hair on his chest is so... sexy. His kisses make me feel giggly. I always wondered what the big deal about sex was. Now, I can barely stop touching his naked body.
He likes touching me, too. He likes running his hands down over my hips, up over my back, cupping my breasts and playing with my nipples. He drives me stark raving crazy is the truth of the matter. His eyes are so beautiful; I never get tired of staring into them, grinning at him, kissing him on the lips and cheek and forehead and chest.
I haven't kissed his penis yet. I know he wants me to. I've been thinking about it. I want to do it for him. I don't want to disappoint him, but maybe I'll disappoint him by being such an amateur.
It scares me. What do I do with it? His pee comes out of there! That's kind of gross. But his stuff comes out of there, too. I tasted a little bit this morning to see what it's like. It's kinda weird. Not bad, but different. What if he cums in my mouth, what do I do then?
As soon as I try, he'll realize that I don't know what I'm doing. I could tell he loved the way Lydia did it. That was so wicked, to see him slipping in and out of her mouth. She looked a little scared. Or shocked, maybe. I guess he's bigger than Todd. Watching them made me a little jealous, and a lot horny.
Oh, man. His fingers are in my pussy again. He enjoyes playing with me. Mmmmmm. And I love letting him play with me. I might never put my clothes on again.
We're in his cousin's house, and I suddenly remember Lydia interrupting us.
"You're sure your cousin isn't coming back until tomorrow?"
"Positive. He's with his family. His dad's birthday. He was happy to let me use his place."
"Oh, sweetheart, that feels nice. It makes me horny. And being naked on your cousin's sofa in his apartment seems... wild and naughty."
"You've definitely become wild and naughty, Claire. I'm seeing a side of you I haven't seen before."
"Because I haven't paraded around naked in front of you before!!"
He laughed.
"This is true. I love touching you like this, feeling your pussy get wet, feeling your skin grow hot. You're so sexy!"
"Stop for a minute."
"Why?"
"Because I want to say something and I can't think when you're stroking my clit like that."
He smiled and pulled his hand from between my legs.
I didn't know if I should do this. I didn't have to. But somehow, being naked, doing these things together, it seemed like I needed to be completely honest with him.
"I feel like I need to tell you something I've never told anyone before. I hope you won't hate me."
"Hate you?"
"I wasn't really a virgin when we, you know, when we made love last week."
"Oh."
The words just came tumbling out.
"I've always told myself I was because, well, what happened before didn't count. Or shouldn't count. It was a mistake."
"What are you talking about?"
"You remember Milton Shepherd?"
He nodded his head.
"He and I dated for a bit when I was 15. It was a mistake. Things went too far. I stopped seeing him after that, but it means you weren't the first. I wish you had been the first, because making love to you is so wonderful, so perfect."
He didn't look at me for awhile. He was looking at my chest. I started to feel self-conscious, but then he kissed my chest very tenderly, and my throat, and my chin, my cheeks. I started to cry. I wanted to hold it together, but I couldn't.
"I'm so sorry, Danny. I'm so sorry."
"Shhhh. Don't be sorry. Don't feel that way. Thank you for telling me, but you didn't have to. I don't care whether you were a virgin or not. That's not important to me, at all. All I care about is you, today, right now."
Then he said something I've never forgotten.
"When we made love for the first time, was it because you wanted to prove something, or because you wanted me?"
"It was because I wanted you more than anyone in the world."
"And I wanted you just as much. So whatever you and Milton did, you didn't make love, right?"
Sometimes, he seems to know me better than I know myself.
"No, it was just sex. We didn't feel anything special. Milton wanted me, and I just wanted to piss off my mom."
"Then, you're still a love virgin, or you were, until a week ago. And when we made love, it was the first time that had ever happened to you like that, wasn't it? The first time you'd really wanted to give yourself to someone. Right?"
I didn't answer, just buried my face in his neck and hugged him as tightly as I could. We held each other like that for a very long time. Then I broke our hold and kissed him, gently at first, gratefully, then more hungrily, with a kind of raw need that I was starting to feel more and more comfortable letting out of the cage.
I pushed my hand down between us and found his penis. It wasn't too difficult, since it was practically impaling my tummy. I stroked him gently, filled my right hand with him, amazed at how quickly he could grow with just the slightest attention.
"I like this thing you've got between your legs. It's pretty darned interesting. You don't mind if I touch it?"