After a series of orgasms so intense, Rachel slept more soundly that night than she had in a long while. When she awoke -- well past 10 AM, something she never did -- she had some serious soul searching to do. Her behavior the previous night was shocking enough, but her reaction to what she observed shocked her even more. It was one thing to watch, quite another to get off on it. Rubbing sleep out of her eyes, she could still smell herself on her fingers from the night before and a fresh wave of guilt washed over her. She struggled to make sense of the fact that whatever her mind's ideal of proper sexual behavior, her body responded in an undeniable way to acts directly contradictory to those ideals. And now that her body had been awakened to a new level of orgasmic possibility, she hungered for more. She was not sure if she wanted it, but she was sure that she needed more.
Artemisia and her lover continued their performances for Rachel every evening for the rest of the weekend. They somehow established an unspoken rule not to play their voyeuristic game during the day. Artemisia drew her curtains and closed her window in the mornings, or else they would disappear into some other unseen part of the house. That was just as well for Rachel -- during the day, the sunlight streaking into her window made it possible for a reciprocal gaze of which she was not ready to receive. It was one thing to masturbate anonymously in the dark -- it was quite another to put oneself on display so that others could watch. Rachel was already ashamed of her behavior. Even though it was obvious that Artemisia was inviting her to watch, Rachel had no desire to go from shameful to shameless.
What Rachel did know was that she was having the most intense orgasms of her life masturbating while watching the lewd acts between Artemisia and her lover. She even insisted that Kenny take her out during the day on Saturday so as to make sure she was home to catch Artemisia and her lover having sex that night. Kenny took her for a mid-day movie and then a nice afternoon picnic in Memorial Park that included a walk around Prospect Lake. There were birds in the water and some early wild flowers were in bloom. The smell of spring was in the air. As they lay on the blanket in the afternoon sun holding hands and looking up at the clouds forming shapes in the deep blue of the vast Midwestern sky, a need overtook Rachel. The scent of new life in the air, the heat of the sun as it kissed her face and her body, and just the touch of Kenny's strong hand in hers made her want him. She wanted to kiss him and she wanted the feel of his hands and his lips on her body. Truthfully, she wanted him to handle her like Artemisia's lover handled Artemisia: strong and confident. Kenny began to kiss her but after five minutes she had to make him stop and take her to his house. She wanted to do things with him that required a little more privacy than just a blanket laid out on the grass in a public park.
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Kenny understood her signal of lust and sped home, though he was conflicted. Rachel seemed to be losing her boundaries of acceptable pre-marital behavior. On the one hand, Kenny enjoyed their expanded catalogue of acceptable play, but he also wondered what was inspiring such unchaste behavior in the good Christian girl he planned to marry. He used to be the one that pushed the boundaries on their dates, but lately the tables had turned and Rachel was now the driving force behind taking things further. He did enjoy their dates together, but guilt always nagged at him in the aftermath. It didn't seem to nag at her, and that worried him.
Kenny was fully aware that these principles were rare among his male peers. He had not always thought this way, but had come to this conclusion after watching his mom and his older sister suffer at the hands of men who seemed to use them for sex with very little regard for them as people. Kenny never knew his dad, and always felt that if his mother and sister had remained chaste then no man could have taken advantage of them in that way. Because he felt Rachel was special, he wanted to make sure to treat her right, like a lady. But it was still hard on their dates to control their desires. Before, Rachel used to stop things before they went too far. Lately, he was the one worrying that they should slow down.
What also worried Kenny was the fact that Rachel seemed different. She had a new-found sexual energy and awareness. She seemed to know what she was doing whereas before she had been pretty innocent of how to please a lover. Kenny had a nagging suspicion that someone else was teaching her new tricks and he was trying not to think the worst and get jealous. He was conflicted. She made him insanely horny and he wanted her desperately. But he was also worried that Rachel was losing her innocence, and if she was losing it due to cheating on him with someone else, that was unacceptable. But he was scared to bring it up, scared to know the answer either way.
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That Saturday was no different. Barely into Kenny's apartment they were kissing passionately and all over each other. It used to take Kenny an hour or more before Rachel would let him take off her bra and play with her nipples. On this afternoon, she helped him undo her bra and brazenly opened her legs to allow Kenny's hand free access under her sun dress so he could play with her vagina while sucking on the hard nubs that had grown at the tips of her breasts. Kenny wasted no time nudging her panties aside to let his fingers play in her wet folds. That had become Rachel's favorite, though secretly she wished that Kenny would use more than just his hands to play with her down there. She wanted to do more for him than just jerk him off and wanted him to do more to her as well. But she could never voice such desires, and she was too ashamed of her feelings to make the first move. Her body was on fire, however, and if she couldn't get Kenny to do more to kindle her flames, she didn't know what might happen.
As Kenny continued to suck on her breasts Rachel's mind drifted to the oral attention Artemisia and her lover bestowed upon each other. It was so free, so loving, and so incredibly sinful and dirty all at the same time. She shuddered as she pictured Kenny doing the same to her. Would he dare kiss her down there? Just the thought of it sent a gush of wetness out of her, and she grabbed onto Kenny's hand, shoving his finger deeper into her. "Use two fingers," she whispered desperately toward his ear, swirling her tongue along the fleshy little lobe. She needed more of him inside her. She wanted to feel full. Something had to satiate that aching emptiness inside her vagina that yearned to be filled. Yet she could not find the words to ask Kenny to do so.
A memory flashed through her mind of how dirty Artemisia and her lover talked to each other when they were having sex. The vision caused her juices to flow, flooding Kenny's already slick fingers. She had never even said the word, "pussy." Could she? Would she dare?
"Yesss" she whispered in his ear, "put another finger in my... in my... in me. Put another one in me, Kenny!" No, she just could not bring herself to say it. What confused her so much was why she even wanted to in the first place? Kenny did as he was told, however, and groaned at how wet and welcoming she was for him that allowed his second digit to slip in so easily.
Feeling Rachel so wet for him had Kenny hot and hard as a rock. When she felt his erection digging into her thigh, Rachel reached down and rubbed it through his pants. To give her easier access Kenny removed his hand from between her legs to unbuckle his belt and then resumed fingering her sex and sucking on her tits. Rachel licked the palm of her hand to wet it and then took advantage of the easier access she had been given. With what they were doing to each other and because of their mutual inexperience, they were both on the verge of cuming. Rachel could smell her arousal as Kenny fingered her more urgently, her juices oozing out to her thighs.
Frantically and near desperately he pulled her underwear off and Rachel tried to push down his pants. She became frustrated when she could not get them all the way off because he still had on his shoes. She waited, expecting him to take his pants the rest of the way off and then she would give him the special treat of taking him into her mouth. But Kenny was lost to his need at this point and was so heated he couldn't wait. With inexperienced exuberance he awkwardly pushed himself between her legs with his pants still around his ankles. He then kissed Rachel passionately as he reached down and tried to find his target. Rachel had to stop him -- things were moving too fast.
