After that first session with Sadie I couldn't wait for our next meeting. She had promised more. "So much more," in that tone of voice that had my eagerly worked member twitching all over again.
At school I was bursting to recount my good fortune to the guys but I had promised Sadie that I wouldn't. Strangely, everyone, including some girls commented on how much more confident I seemed in my general demeanour. I could only smile at the memory of what had caused that.
Just two days after that first night Sadie met me out in the back garden and murmured, "Tonight would be fine, Jack. If you want." If I wanted! That night I was bathed, perfumed and ready by six o'clock. My mother frowned at me and asked about my sudden desire for cleanliness. I could only shrug. "Hell, I'm eighteen, Mom. Time to take care of myself." Which I thought was a pretty neat answer.
When Sadie opened the door I had an initial
wave of disappointment on seeing that she was fully clothed. A neat pink blouse and tight fitting black skirt had replaced the expected revealing gown. She kissed me delicately on the cheek before walking ahead of me into the bedroom, the buttock twitch as hypnotic as ever. Somewhere in another room I could hear jazz music playing. Surely not Vic at home? But then we were in the bedroom and she turned, faced me with her hands down by her sides, and a sort of Mona Lisa smile flickering on her lips. Was she expecting a kiss? Well, I was ready to oblige, although still dismayed that she was fully clothed. I stepped in close, wrapped my arms around her and placed my lips on hers, expecting that immediate electric tongue connection. But her lips remained firmly closed, hard and cool.
I stepped back and her smile had broadened.
"Early lesson, Jack. Handsome as you are, you're going to meet up with some girls who are resistant to, perhaps nervous about, sexual advances. You have to learn to overcome that and get inside the defences of clothing. Now what would you do next?" So that was why she was dressed. A learning situation. I reached out a hand and ran my fingers down the delicate skin of her cheek and without even thinking about it I touched her tawny shoulder length hair and murmured, "You're so beautiful." Surprising myself at how some actions seemed to come naturally if given the chance.
"Good, the right words can help."
Keeping one hand on the side of her face I moved in and kissed her, just moving my mouth gently over hers.
That kind of touch was pleasant enough and as I let my hand fondle her hair her lips parted and I allowed the tip of my tongue to flutter between them. Already there was a bulge in my trousers as I felt the responding touch of her tongue tip. Within seconds our mouths and tongues were welded together and her arms wrapped around me. I dropped my hand to her shoulder and moved it slowly down to her left breast. Sadie pulled away from the kiss, her face close, "What if she knocks your hand away?" she asked, her voice husky with supressed passion.
"It's happened," I told her, and she laughed delightedly. Then her fingers dropped to my shirt front and began unfastening the buttons, " Oh, to hell with this part of the lesson. We'll fill in another time. Let's jump a few places." And she had my shirt open as I fumbled with the buttons on her blouse. She quickly helped and spent a few seconds explaining how to remove a bra. "A very delicate manoeuvre," she whispered. "A girl will know how experienced you are by the way you handle that. But we'll practice that another time." And magically the bra was gone and I was gazing at those pertly rounded breasts with the tempting pink nipples. My hands spread over each of them.