As soon as we got into the back seat of the taxi, John put his arm around me. I was feeling full, a little tipsy from the champagne, and a tiny bit sleepy. I snuggled up to him and rested my head on his shoulder. I whispered, 'John, Darling, this will be our third night together, and we still haven't .... you know .... done it. Are you going to do it tonight?'
I was sure he knew what I was talking about and was just teasing me by playing dumb. He said, 'Do what, Sweetie?'
'Ummm ... you know ... pop my cherry.'
The loud laugh he let out was the last thing I expected, and it even startled the driver. John said, 'My God, I haven't heard that expression since I was in high school! I didn't think anyone has said that in years.'
I was so embarrassed that I felt myself blush from head to toe. I didn't know what to say, because I was being serious and trying to act sophisticated. All I had done was make myself seem foolish. Childish. I said, 'I heard some girls say it, and I thought that was what everyone called it.'
John stopped laughing and hugged me close. He said, 'I'm sorry, Honey. That took me by surprise and I couldn't help laughing. What the hell, that's as good a thing to call is as any. I'll tell you what, let's just get home and see what happens, okay?'
That made me feel a lot better, and I giggled and whispered, 'Okay, Lover, but I don't think the gir ... woman is supposed to have to beg for it, is she?'
The driver pulled into John's driveway right then, so he didn't answer.
As soon as we got inside we had a lovely, long kiss. It was my favorite, the kind with lots of tongue.
While John was helping me off with my coat, he told me to listen carefully and to do just as he said. I was to go to 'my room,' take of my clothes, do whatever I had to do in the bathroom, then sit and wait for ten minutes. He said then I was to come into his bedroom. That all sounded a little mysterious, but I had learned that John liked his little surprises, and that he usually came up with things that were better than anything I could think of myself. On our way down the hall I told him that I'd do what he said, and he turned in at his bedroom door.
I went to my room got out of my little black dress, hung it up carefully, then took off the spikes, bra, panties, and thigh highs. The elastic top of the stockings left a little red ring on my thigh, but I rubbed it and it want away. I guessed that was just something I would have to put up with if I wanted to wear those things. After I had a long, long pee and a good toothbrushing, I put on my lovely new nightie, even though I would probably be taking it off again in a few minutes.
Maybe John will take it off me, that would be even better. All I really want is for John to see me in it and think I'm sexy and desirable when I take it off for him. He seems to think I'm attractive, but I want to keep reminding him. I hope he didn't think I was being silly and childish when I asked him about popping my cherry. I was serious and thought everyone called it that. I want to be so sophisticated for him, but it's really hard. I'm going to keep trying my best, though. I sure hope we really can .... do it .... tonight and that it doesn't hurt too much.
The bedroom was dark, but I saw flickering light coming through the bathroom doorway, so I went in there. There were two candles burning in front of the mirror, and in the dim light I saw that John was in that big bathtub, up to his neck in bubbles! He said he was getting lonely in there by himself, so would I please come and join him.
I never thought about taking a bath with him. I haven't been in a bathtub since I was little and Mom had to wash me. I always take showers. A bubble bath together, what a lovely idea!
Since I no longer had to feel embarrassed at my lack of pubic hair and John had seen me in the nude before, I wasn't too shy about about being in my birthday suit with him. A little, but not too much, and I was getting over it. Besides, there wasn't much light in there.
I took off my nightie, hung it on a hook with John's robe and stepped down into the bubbles. Even though John seemed to be looking right at my pussy, I wasn't even too shy about that long, legs-open step down into the tub.
The warm water felt wonderful. By the time I got seated the bubbles were higher than the edge of the tub, and the water was about to overflow. John told me to hold still and not make waves, and he reached back to pull the little lever and let some water out. When the water had gone down to where waves wouldn't overflow the tub, he pulled me towards him and arranged my legs around him, put his legs around me, and there we were, face to face.
What a great way to kiss.
We had a
very
deep kiss that set my heart pounding. John saw how hard and swollen my nipples had become and said I had 'headlights.' This caused me to have a giggling fit.
I wish I wouldn't do that. It's so childish! He pulled me close, and our bare crotches were touching. What poked me in the stomach when we kissed standing up is now rubbing against my pussy. It sure didn't take me long to get the word 'pussy' into my vocabulary. I'm picking up all sorts of interesting words. Interesting experiences, too.
I slid my hand between us and slid it up and down his hard penis several times, just like he had taught me. The soap in the bubble bath made it nice and slippery. I decided to ask him about something that I had been thinking about that day at school. I said, 'John, Darling, I know this is called a penis, but that sounds too ... um ... clinical. Some people use the words 'cock' or 'dick,' but those sound sort of smutty. Dad calls it a 'pecker,' but that just sounds silly. Would you mind if I called it somethig else?'
John smiled and said, 'Sweetie, you can call it anything you like. What did you have in mind?'
