We'd laughed together when she'd refused to lay down in bed with me, maintaining a decorum she'd established since our disastrous brush with carnal co-knowledge in May. Instead, as we'd kissed, we'd settled to the carpeted floor. The August heat and humidity had made undressing feel totally natural. We had spent many a hot afternoon or warm evening this way, necking in the nude. Each time, I grew more familiar with her body and she more comfortable with my intimate, and genitally infiltrating, touch.
She'd accepted the inevitability of it weeks earlier. Thus, when she'd finally surrendered to her long suppressed desires, she did so with complete abandon. She'd felt no pain at my first full penetration, neither moral nor physical. She'd started using tampons — much to the chagrin of her overly Catholic mother, who equated this hygienic expediency with losing her maidenhead — years earlier, originally to facilitate swimming and skiing with me at my folks' summer house on Brown's Lake. Finding them far preferable to pads, she'd continued using them year round. This practice, together with my recent one, two, and occasionally three fingered erogenous explorations had left her more than ready to receive me this day without damage or sting.
Instead, as we'd both long hoped, she'd experienced nothing but pleasure, which she'd proclaimed loudly, if not fully coherently, through much of the activity. My one night with Rose, and two since with Lisa at the lake house, had given me just enough skill to overwhelm Marie with copulation's unique ecstasies. I'd hoped she'd climax from that, but after a little more than ten minutes of my still clumsy pushing and swerving, she had not and I'd lost my self-restraint.
Fortunately, I'd previously practiced with Lisa something to remedy the resulting sensual inequity, something I'd first read about long ago in
Penthouse
. Before Marie could comprehend or object, I'd moved down and began licking her pudenda. Soon my tongue had gathered our combined juices in a thick slurry upon her clitoris, and I'd attacked that point with a novice's enthusiasm. It still took longer than I'd expected, but eventually I'd felt Marie's body tense as she'd cried out a most vulgar word in a markedly unladylike fashion. Catching my breath, I'd wiped my chin as I stood, never taking my adoring eyes off her delicate, naked form.
My God, she is beautiful,
I thought again as her lithe body trembled and her still shut eyelids scrunched in an aftershock of her original climax.
I love her
so
much!
