I asked her if she really wanted to go through with it.
'Yes, I want to.'
'You're sure?'
'I'm sure.'
'It might hurt, your first time.'
'I know.'
She didn't look at all nervous when I undressed her. When she was naked I asked her to lie on the massage table. She looked beautiful lying there on her back, her arms by her side, her head resting on a cushion. I gathered some warm oil in my hands and started on the top half of her body, smoothing it gently over her shoulders and breasts.
'You can be firm,' she said. 'I won't break.'
I took her at her word and pressed more firmly on her young breasts. Soon they were slick and shiny with oil, their nipples standing proud. She had her eyes closed.
When I had finished with them I took more oil and started on her thighs, lifting and parting them a little so that I could reach underneath. She didn't resist me but seemed a little tense. I ran the flats of my hands up towards her pelvis, feeling the firm muscles beneath her skin. I massaged her quads until they felt completely relaxed then I moved lightly onto her abdomen. She wasn't flat there, but because of the way she was lying, her pubic mound showed clearly. It was completely smooth, her skin shining with the oil. I spread my hands flat across the tops of her thighs, taking in her pubic bone as I went back and forth.
'OK?' I asked.
'Mm,' she murmured, not opening her eyes. 'Fine.'
Gradually I shortened my strokes until I was just concentrating on her mound. I massaged it for a while then slid my fingers a little way down between her thighs but without touching her pussy. She opened her legs wider to accommodate them and I stroked the flesh either side of her pussy.
'Mm,' came another murmur.
I gathered more oil and dribbled it directly onto her mound. I smoothed it lightly around her pussy and she opened her legs wide. I lightly moved a hand up and down a few times then used a finger to part her labia. I felt her raise her hips a little but I teased her for a while before inserting a finger gently into her. Within a few seconds she was throughly wet and slippery. I gently inserted a second finger and she gave a murmur of encouragement.
With my two fingers inside her I leant over and kissed her. She put a hand behind my head to prolong the kiss, opening her mouth and thrusting her tongue into mine.
'Don't make me come,' she murmured.
I withdrew my fingers but spent a lot of time stroking her labia and occasionally putting a finger inside her, just to keep her simmering, as it were. She raised her hips to meet my movements, implicitly urging me to go lower. Eventually on my downward strokes the tips of my fingers touched her perineum, then the base of the butt-plug she'd been wearing on and off for a few days.
I gripped the base of the plug and eased it gently towards me without taking it out. She murmured slightly.
'Am I hurting?' I asked.