"Before we go, do you want to see it?"
"See what?" I asked.
"It. I mean you probably already saw it because you've looked me over pretty thoroughly over the past hour or so."
"You're not talking about IT, are you? Are you okay with that?"
"Look, I've gone from a blushing virgin to a happily brazen virgin- with your finger in my butt no less- under your expert guidance, so there's not much I wouldn't show you right about now. Actually, I'd kinda like someone else to see it. Its such small thing, but one that Catholics take so damn seriously. I understand it's not the actual physical hymen that is so important. It's the pledge I'm making to my future husband and my commitment to faith in spite of temptations so huge that I probably would've okayed doing away with it just now, if you'd only asked.
"That's why I had to make sure I trusted you because I knew I couldn't count on trusting myself at that moment. I would have hated you and despised myself, but, in truth, I was pretty easy prey, especially after that second orgasm."
"Look, I understand how silly it all seems. I've studied it. The whole reason for having evidence that you are a virgin on your wedding night is to help maintain a rigid patrimonial line of succession where the eldest son inherits the family fortune. They even have a name for it- "Primogeniture". Mustn't have rogue elder brothers showing up muddying the waters when it comes time to divvy up the estate. Of course women inherited nothing unless there was no male heir but we had to keep our knees together and deny our sexuality anyway. Sounds crazy, right- but it's an integral part of my 'faith', and something I've been working on for as long as I can remember."
"Now that you put it that way, it seems like kind of a clinical exercise, except that I get to be naked with you a little longer."
Smiling, she raised her left knee to spread her legs wider, fishing around her vulva and spreading her lips with her fingertips. With her other hand she pointed at would normally look lke a vagina, except there was a thin flap of skin nearly closing off her hole. The actual opening looked like it was a little less than 1/2 inch wide.
"Here it is," she announced. "I can just get the tip of my little finger through, and stretching it doesn't feel good at all. No tampons for me. Go ahead- touch it."
She withdrew her finger and I cautiously reached out, gently massaging the rubbery skin.
"Some girls don't have one at all, and some girls have one that is thin and weak enough that moderate exercise rips it. From what I've found out, I got a nice sturdy model. One that will probably hurt like hell and bleed profusely when the time comes. Of course there are always surgical options, but how pathetic would that be- to hold out all that time just to have it snipped under anesthesia."
"I have an idea," I said as I leaned down and gave her hymen a gentle kiss and a probe with my tongue. She watched me with a serious face. I slid up a little and pursed my lips around her clitoris.
"OK, mister, it's time to move toward the shower. I DO have to go to my appointment.
Not wanting to argue, I gave her clit a lick then bounded from bed. Over my shoulder, I heard her say, "Oh my, but you are magnificent. Just look at that ass. You do know it was my idea to start calling you CB at the restaurant."
I turned around and she was still sitting on the bed. "Why do you want to be with me anyway. You could do much better. Look at me, I'm short, I've got small tits and a big ass. You, on the other hand are an Adonis."
I walked into the bathroom and leaned in to turn on the shower. "You know, the first time I met you, the first thing I saw were your eyes, no, no, that's not true, the FIRST thing I noticed was how short you were, but I also remember thinking that here was a gal who was owning her stature, not backcombing her hair into a bouffant and using half a can of hairspray to fake it. I saw confidence in who you were even though you looked nervous about the new job."
"Second thing I noticed was definitely your eyes. They drew me all the way in. I had to make a conscious effort to pull my eyes away from yours."
"Third thing was, for sure, your ass. As you walked away, I remember thinking how nice and soft it looked- even in the black Levi's you were wearing. Its still hard to believe that I got a chance to see just how soft and beautiful it is up close. I never was in to women with bony asses."
"You remember what I was wearing?" She came around the corner of the bath, walked directly up to me and raised her chin for a kiss, which I was happy to supply. She checked the water temperature, then slipped past the curtain, reaching her hand out for mine.
By the time I was in, she had grabbed the soap and was making a lather with her hands. She reached out and massaged my now, once again, hard cock, doing it with both hands, firmly and deliberately, alternating between squeezing my glans, cupping my balls and reaching down between my legs to massage my butthole. She massaged me with one hand in the front and the other in the back. i widened my feet to make room for her ministrations.
Looking up at me, she circled my butthole with purpose. While stroking my cock, she eased a finger into my butt, nicely lubricated. I leaned down and kissed her hard, seriously wondering how much of this my poor balls could take.
I reached for her breasts. "No, you did me first before. This time I want to go first so I can concentrate when its my turn. Is that okay?"
All my addled brain could manage was, "Umm, sure."
My whole world became the sensations of this beautiful young woman stimulating my groin in several new and highly creative ways. My brain was so deep in non-verbal mode that even today, I have a tough time describing- in words- the sensations she produced in me.
I do recall that she inserted a second, then a third finger into my ass. "Is that okay?" she asked. I was well on my way to another mind numbing ejaculation, so I chose not to, or was unable to, respond.
After depositing my remaining sperm onto her chest and tummy, I reached out and used both hands to keep the shower wall from falling over. As my heart rate slowed, I became aware of Noelle hugging me from behind, one hand on my chest, one cupping my balls.
