Aimee

After a chance meeting on a busy sidewalk, Aimee and Don's relationship has moved through progressive stages of friendship and now steps across the line into sexual intimacy as he teaches the willing virgin.

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Her heart crashed against the inside of her chest even as she said the word 'Yes.' She felt lightheaded and as her stomach flip-flopped, it felt as though it was going to literally slip from her body. Her knew were weak and she feared she would faint if it were not for his strong arms around her.

Gently I lifted her chin with my fingers, "Remember, you are in control. If you say stop, or no ... I will stop until you are ready. We can go as slowly as you please and, Aimee, tonight is not the only night we will have so we can take our time."

Kissing her forehead, I heard the sharp intake of her breath again as my fingers dropped from her chin to the side of her neck where I softly drew little circles and figure-eights on the soft warm flesh. I could feel her racing pulse throbbing beneath the light pressure of my fingertips. She raised her eyes to mine, wide and trusting but also with a mixture of anxiety and nervousness.

Putting a half-step of space between us, I raised my other hand and touched the tip of my finger to the pulsing hollow at the base of her neck, stroking slowly, inexorably, downward toward the top button of her blouse. She dropped her gaze, watching as my fingers deftly undid the button and then slid beneath the silky fabric and glided smoothy across the skin of her shoulders before returning and dropping to the second button.

Her full lips parted and her breaths shortened, punctuated by little gasps as the second button came undone, uncovering the top of her cleavage and parting enough to reveal to my gaze the upper swell of her breasts under the edge of her bra. She moaned as my finger slipped lower into her cleavage. Her flesh was hot, and I could smell the scent of her perfume wafting upward on the waves of her heat. She gasped at the touch of my finger as it slid lower, until its progress was impeded by the center strap of her bra.

"Are you OK, hon?" I whispered.

She quickly nodded even while softly murmuring, "I don't know." She leaned into me, trapping my hand between us, crushing her breasts against it and pressing them tightly around my finger which lay between them. "I've never felt like this before!"

"It's OK, hon. I'm here with you and you are in control."

Leaning away, again, I lowered my fingers to undo the third and fourth buttons, spreading the fabric as I went. She sighed deeply as my fingers played across her stomach. She experienced a momentary flash of alarm as she felt an unfamiliar heat settle in her core accompanied by small spasms of her pelvic muscles. The fifth button came undone as I leaned to kiss her open, panting lips. With my lips firmly pressed to hers, my tongue slid into her mouth and her tongue responded to the touch of mine.

As our tongues engaged in an erogenous dance, my hands slid to her shoulders, and I pushed the blouse down. With a whisper it slid from her shoulders, down her arms and, as she lowered her arms to her sides, it fell noiselessly, to the floor.

"Come with me, Aimee," I said as I took her hand and led her into the bedroom, "we can get more comfortable in here." She followed as I led her to the side of the canopied, four-poster bed with the red satin duvet. I sat on the edge of the bed as she stood facing me, my face level with her breasts, covered and supported in her plain white cotton bra with a little pink bow in the center. My eyes flicked up to hers as my hands slid from her hips, down the outside of her thighs to the hem of her skirt.

"Take it off for me.," I whispered, looking at her heaving chest.

She hesitated, eyes wide, "I...I.. but... I've never ....," taking a deep breath, she started again, "You will be the first to ever see me like that. Are you really going to look?."

"I want to do so much more than look.", I responded.

With a stutter in her breathing, she slowly reached behind her and undid the clasp. The shoulder straps loosened and fell off her shoulders and she quickly placed her arm across her chest as her face and upper chest flushed red.

"It's OK," I said, "you are safe here, let me see."

Slowly, her arm relaxed and fell away, and the bra quickly followed, dropping to the floor. She averted her gaze as I took it all in. Her breasts were wonderfully shaped orbs of flesh; firm and pert. My own body responded to the sight with a quickening in my loins. Her pale flesh was graced with dark chocolate aureoles and nipples that pushed out from their centers in arousal, begging to be kissed.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to her belly, my forehead pressing to her breasts. Under her skirt, lifting the hem, my hands began a slow climb up the backs of her silky thighs. Her arms wrapped around my head and held me to her as she whimpered with growing desire.

"Ohhhh...oh, my god," she said, Ohhhh Don....," she whispered with trembling voice.

My fingers slipped higher under her skirt and my lips moved higher as my tongue slid across her flesh, my nose bumping the lower surface of her breasts. I could feel the humid heat of her growing arousal as my fingers insinuated themselves from behind in the space between her legs and then my hands moved upward to cup her buttocks and gently squeeze.

My penis had become erect to the point that it was becoming impossible to continue sitting without making some adjustment. I stood, pulling my hands from beneath her skirt and moving to the zipper at her waist. She pressed herself to me tightly as I pulled the zipper down and then pushed the skirt from her hips and it dropped to the floor.

Her breath was ragged now as she pressed against me, feeling my erection pressing against her belly. She knew it was a sign of my arousal but as yet, it was something she had never witnessed ... and she wanted to ... desperately so. The thought of seeing, of holding, of feeling it caused a surge of feeling between her legs that took her breath away.

I leaned to place my arm under her thighs and the other around her back and I lifted her easily as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I turned and laid her gently in the middle of the bed. The vision of her lying there naked except for the cotton panties adorned with little red hearts battered strongly at my wall of self-control.

She watched me with lidded eyes as I removed my shirt and laid it on the chair beside the bed. Her eyes ran over my chest and settled on my groin and the obvious bulge behind my fly. Her gaze flicked to my eyes and then back to my groin again in silent request.

"Are you sure?", I asked. In response she reached over and ran her fingertip from the top of the bulge to the bottom and nodded. Her touch sent a spasm through my groin and my penis expelled some pre-cum fluid creating a wet feeling around its tip. I undid my belt and as I slid my trousers down, her eyes fixated on the dark spot of moisture near the waistband of my underwear.

Her gray eyes darkened as I hooked my thumbs in my waistband and paused, smiling at her and raising my eyebrows. She bit her lower lip and nodded, eyes widening as I pushed my briefs over the head of my erection and shoved them down my thighs, stepping out of them as they hit the floor. My erection bobbed in front of me as I climbed on the bed to kneel next to her.

"It's so big!," she whispered.

"Not really," I said, "actually it is probably quite average at around 7 inches."

"But ... um .... How do you get it...in me?"

"All in good time." I said, "But first there are some other things that we should do in preparation."

"Can I feel it?"

"I hope you will." I said.

She reached tentatively with her fingers and with a feather-like touch ran them from the bottom of the shaft up to the head, rubbing her finger through the clear fluid collecting on the top. "What's that?"

I explained that it was natural lubricant, sometimes called pre-cum because it is secreted before a man has an orgasm. "It will help with 'getting it in you.' I said.

"Are we going to have sex now?", she asked with a whisper as she moved her fingers up and down my swollen penis.

"Do you want to?"

"I'm scared. Will it hurt?"

"It might hurt a little but only for a brief time. I will be slow and gentle and remember you can stop it anytime along the way ... until the time actually comes and then it may be difficult to stop but I will try if you want."

She looked again at my erection and wrapped her warm fingers around it, causing it to pulse in her grip. "I do that to you?"

"You do, Aimee ... you do."

I repositioned myself as I gently spread her knees and sat between them facing her as she lay back on the bed. I watched the rapid rise and fall of her chest and could feel the trembling of her legs as they lay across my thighs. She was wet; very wet. The crotch of her simple white cotton panties was soaked with her juices and had become nearly transparent where it stretched across the mound of her sex. The cleft between her labia appeared as a vertical dark line across the wet expanse of gray. I could smell her arousal, and the visual evidence of it was intoxicating.

She suddenly felt very shy as she realized I was looking at her and her hand trailed down to cover herself. I took her hand and leaned forward to kiss her fingers, inhaling the musky scent from their moistened tips. "Keep them on for now if you want." She responded by nodding quickly, squeezing her eyes shut.

I ran my fingertips across her belly, then outward to her hips and down the outside of her thighs. Sweeping them inward to the inside of her knees I slowed them to a snail's pace as I dragged them up the smooth warm flesh of her inner thighs toward her steamy core. I watched as the muscles in her belly and thighs danced under my caresses. I continued that for a few minutes watching the red tinge grow on her breasts and shoulders as her face contorted with pleasure, her eyes tightly shut and her mouth open.

As I reached the top of her thighs, her hips began to twitch, and her gasps betrayed her heightening level of arousal. Her hand strayed to her breast and her forefinger circled her turgid nipple, periodically squeezing it with her thumb and forefinger.

I ran the backs of my forefingers through the crease between her thigh and torso and she flinched, arching her back and raising her butt off the bed. "Oh, Don .... yesssss," she mewled.

My hands slid out to her hips and my fingers paused at the waistband of her panties, but she quickly slid her hand down and covered herself again.

I repositioned myself on my stomach with my face between her legs and began kissing and gently licking up the inside of each thigh as my arms reached up and I cupped her breasts with my hands.

The zing of an electrical shock shot through her as my hands caressed her breasts and my tongue dragged lazily up her thighs, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I watched as the intensity of the muscle contractions in her belly and thighs grew and her hips rose further off the bed in response to my lips and tongue.

She looked down as I moved up and my face hovered over her panty covered mound. Hoarsely I said, "I want to kiss you here." And even as she moved a hand to cover herself once again, before she succeeded, I lowered my mouth to her wet, steamy mound and kissed her through the panties and then dragged my tongue up the length of the cleft, pushing the soaked panties into it.

What happened next was unexpected. As my tongue pressed into the cleft near the top it swiped across her swollen nub of nerve endings. She gasped loudly and her whole body convulsed. She wailed loudly as her stomach clenched and her limbs began jerking uncontrollably. Her hand, instead of covering herself, was now joined by the other as they pressed my face to her mound, her thighs clenching and unclenching as her hips bucked. She rose and fell repeatedly, her shoulders rising from the bed with each cry. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she gasped for breath, her whole body quivering uncontrollably.

"Ooooohhh, O my god! O my god! ... Donny .... Aaaaaaagh .... O god!"

Finally, she lay exhausted, bathed in sweat as tremors continued to shake her body. I moved up alongside her and held her as she continued to reach for each breath slowly relaxing in my arms. We lay that way for 15 minutes before she spoke.

"What was that? What happened? I thought I was going to die. Did I do something wrong?"

I chuckled and said, "It's OK, hon. Someone just had her first orgasm."

"Did we have sex? Am I still a virgin? ... O god ... it wrecked me!"

Again, I chuckled, "We didn't actually have sex, and you are still, technically a virgin. You are safe. You are beautiful. Relax and we'll try it again in a bit if you want."

"Mmmmmmmmm ... again? It might kill me!"

"Shhhhh," I said, go to sleep and rest.

I marveled at what had happened, and thought of what might happen next as she snored softly in my embrace.