Hello, and welcome back to the third part of my story of James' developing relationship with Isabel.
As before, the main characters are over 18 years of age. Once again, a big thank you to Rex Brookdale for editing my story.
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My anxiety is growing. Isabel is simply lying on top of me, not moving. Every thought is going through my mind: Is she okay? What should I do? Can I get out of this without looking like a stupid virgin? The questions seem to endlessly loop.
I decide to do something that will indicate I am still here. Carefully, my right hand moves around her and stops, hovering above the waistband of her bed shorts. To my delight the bottom part of her back is uncovered; so using just the tips of my fingers, I start to stroke along the base of her spine.
As I run my fingertips lightly over the fine hairs, Isabel lets out a small moan. I hear an intake of breath. A whisper comes from the lips that had been glued to mine not ten minutes before, "Do you really know what effect you are having on me?"
"If it's anything like what I am feeling, then yes," I reply. By this time my other hand has joined the first, and is giving her a double stroke.
Izzy lets out a breath. "God, I am so sorry!"
"Why?"
"Well I suppose I did warn you earlier, but I got really carried away."
"I don't think it was just you, Babes."
"Yes, but I have cum all over you. It's got really wet down there."
I'm busy thinking about what Isabel has just said; not really registering what she was trying to say. Then the penny drops. "What, you had an orgasm as well?"
"Mmm, I have never experienced anything like it."
I could feel the tension lift and relief flood my mind.
As I start to laugh, Isabel lifts her head. "What?"
It takes about a minute before I calm down enough to reply; I realize Isabel is waiting patiently for the reason for my outburst. "I am so sorry Izzy, it's just that I also climaxed, and filled my shorts. I was so scared that I had made a fool of myself."
She then shifts her weight. She throws the covers off, and reaches over to my bedside lamp. The light comes on, and we both flinch from the sudden bright light. She sits up and looks down. She has a look that is a mix of shock, amusement, and fascination. This makes me sit up a little to see as well.
We both are now looking down at our shorts. On each of us is a clear wet patch at the top just under the waistband, with a second one further down. For me, the patch covers down to just above my balls.
Isabel gasps and smiles at me. Her fingers trace the waistband of my shorts. "Can I see the mess underneath?"
I am not big on showing my body to anyone, let alone a girl; if I am honest I feel a little insecure. I don't consider myself huge down there ... just maybe a little bigger than average. The strange thing is, I realize that with Isabel it feels totally natural. Finally I nod to give permission.
She hooks a finger either side of the wet patch, and gently pulls the elastic out and down.
I study her face for any reaction as my cock comes into view. To my surprise it hasn't deflated totally, and a smile spreads across her face as she lets the elastic snap back.
"We should change out of these wet shorts," she whispers.
I nod, and Izzy gets off my legs. She stands there, waiting for me.
Swinging my legs around and sitting on the side of the bed, I tell Izzy, "Stay there a second." I disappear downstairs to the bathroom to get a washcloth, and take a piss. Walking back in I see she is sat on a towel at the edge of the bed, naked from the waist down.
Stopping on the other side of the bed, I say, "Ummm ... Isabel?"
She turns and signals me to come round. I walk a little closer just to see if she stops me; but she makes no other movement. Finally, I am stood right in front of her, and I now can see she looks a little scared. Her face is flushed red, and she is shaking a little. I hand her the cloth and go to move away.
Her hand comes up and stops me. "No. Baby, stay here." She looks up at me, and I slip my hand in hers. She smiles, and then stands. Looking me in the eyes she grabs the bottom of the t-shirt up and off.
My eyes wander down her now-naked body. Her breasts are the most perfect breasts I have ever seen. The size and shape are absolutely spot-on. She has absolutely no sag. The nipples are stuck straight out, and are the size of the end of my index finger. They are so suck-able, and the areola are a dark pink. I can hear a tremble in her breath.
She gives me a nervous smile. "James, this is me! No mask, or hiding behind anything."
I look back up into her eyes. "My god Isabel, you are breath-taking."
I then push my shorts down. Her eyes study my body, and she seems to become a little calmer.
"Isabel, this is me without my barriers."
After a minute or so I kneel down and grab the damp washcloth. My head is now level with her pussy. Automatically she put her hands across, but then realizes what I am doing and lets them fall back to rest alongside.
Starting from just below her belly button I gently wash her belly, then down to her well-trimmed pussy. This gives me a chance to get a better look. Last of all, I do the top of her legs. To my surprise she parts her legs a little, giving me room to slide the cloth between her legs. I am careful not to touch her with my hand, and I think this was why she is confident to part her legs. Once done, I reach behind and pick up the towel lying on the bed. Gently, I tenderly dry her beautiful, unblemished skin.
Isabel gives out a quiet moan as I dry between her legs.
I stand up. "Was that okay?"
She smiles that beautiful smile. "Perfect."
I breathe out heavily, feeling a little nervous. My turn.
She reaches for the washcloth. Kneeling straight down, she starts to clean me. After about twenty seconds she gasps and then giggles.
I look down to see her staring straight at my cock.
She puts her hand over her mouth, and looks up. "It's getting even bigger." Isabel's eyes are getting wider.
I laugh and shake my head.
"How much bigger does it get?"
"It's nearly there," I say.
She tries to wash around it, but finally gives up and just grabs hold. She finishes by cleaning my balls, and stands up to dry me. Once done, she comes in for a hug. The feeling of her naked body against mine is the most amazing feeling I have had up to this point in my life.
"God, I could stay like this all night, but you have to work in the morning."
We part, and I go to get a new pair of shorts. Luckily I have plenty, because I used to practically live in them. We get re-dressed, and slide back into bed after hiding all the evidence.
I am wide-awake when we cuddle up, but the warmth and the rhythm of Isabel's breathing soon send me to La-La-Land.
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Waking up, my first sensation is the feeling of Isabel's arm across my chest. Her head is resting in the groove between my shoulder and my chest. I lay there, relishing the comfort of having her with me. Listening to her slow, steady breath: what a way to wake up to a new day.
Eyeing my alarm clock, I notice that there is still another hour before I have to get up. My mind starts to drift, thinking about seeing Isabel naked. Making her climax, and finally, me coming in my pants. Oh my god, I came in my pants.
Before losing myself too much in my thoughts, Isabel raises her head up; she smiles, and then kisses me.
This one action totally relaxes my mind, and puts the biggest-ever smile on my face. "Good morning, my love."
"Good morning, Jimmy."
Normally I didn't like being call Jim, or Jimmy. Isabel says it so sexily. She can call me anything.
"Did you sleep okay Isabel?"
"Mmmmm. The best night ever."
I squeeze her closer to me, and kiss her forehead. She snuggles into me, and we lie there just enjoying the moment.
"You know that I'm going to want to stay again?"
"Oh really. Inviting yourself back are we?" Saying this, I can't hide the smile on my face.
