She had agreed to meet him down by the river so that he could show her how to kiss boys. He'd arrived first and was sitting in the shade of the trees, absentmindedly rubbing his cock as he replayed what she had said to him.
They'd been walking around the gardens alone; he'd been trying his hardest not to stare at the open neckline of her dress and the way her breasts bounced ever so slightly in her corset when she walked. He was so concentrated on not looking at them that when she stopped short and said, "Have you ever, you know, seen a girl nude?" he thought he was dreaming. They had been talking about paintings and museums, how did they get here? His face turned bright red and he turned his glance to see if anyone else could overhear.
"Er-yes," he said. "Once. Why?"
She looked down at his crotch mischievously. "I've never seen a boy."
He felt his cock swelling in his trousers at her gaze. "Oh, er, well," he muttered. She wouldn't stop staring, eyes flickering down every other second. His trousers were tight and he was sure she could see a bulge, but he wondered if she could see that bulge was growing.
She smiled. "I've just always wanted to know, haven't you? I mean, I'm almost twenty, I feel as though I should have seen a boy by now. When did you see a girl?"
"By the river," he said. "She was bathing." Thinking of her was not helping the situation in his trousers any. Her eyes flickered down again and she started to blush; he was sure she could see it.
"Oh," she held her hand to her mouth. "I'm sure she left quite an impression. But you've only seen her, did you get to touch her?"
"N-No," he said, eyes flickering to her breasts and then her hips.
"I'll make you a deal, if you like. If you don't want to, that's fine just don't tell the other girls I said this. I want to see you..." she grinned. "I want to touch... that thing," she giggled. "Just a little bit. And I'll let you touch me."
Between his legs he helplessly started to stiffen and she giggled at his embarrassment. "Okay," he said.
"By the river tonight?" she asked, eyes imploring.
"Sure."
His cock was getting riled just at the thought of their conversation as he waited for her now under the trees. He rested his head back against the bark, breathed in the cool night's air and spread his legs apart as he imagined what he might be able to get her to do with him. From her eagerness earlier, it seemed like he wasn't going to have to do that much convincing.
"Cyrus, is that you?" she giggled and he opened his eyes. She was running towards him in her long dress, holding her shoes in her hand. She laughed as she reached him, resting her hands on her hips. Her breasts heaved up and down in her corset and he stood slowly, watching her gather her breath. "I barely escaped the estate," she said. "One of your servant boys asked me where I was going and I didn't know what to say!"
"What did you say?" he asked as he dusted the dirt off of his trousers.
"I said, 'for a walk' and then I broke off into a run!" she grinned.
He smirked. "Nothing suspicious about that," he joked. "It's alright, the same boy saw me earlier most likely. He might draw some conclusions but he certainly won't send anyone after us."
"You don't think he'll follow us, do you?" she asked.
"Olivia," he glared and pursed his lips. "He knows better."
"I'm sorry, I'm just nervous... I know I said what I wanted..." her eyes fell to his bulge again. "But I'm just so scared. You don't think it's wrong, do you? To be curious?"
"No," he said, pulling his shirt down despite the daydream he had just entertained about taking off his shirt in front of her. "It's good to know," he said. "For your future husband or what have you. How to handle a man."
"Or what have you?" she pouted. "You don't think me that kind of girl just because I'm... curious, do you?"
