SUBJECT:
He tries to figure out why his virgin girlfriend will make love with him, but won't take off her blouse.
WARNING: This is an adult story, containing sensitive material of a sexual nature, including graphic descriptions of consensual "vanilla" sex. If you find such material offensive or are underage, do not read further, but please bypass this story for one more suitable for you..
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters are mine, and the events in this story never took place. This story is written for enjoyment and entertainment purposes only, and no commercial profit is expected to be made from it. It may be copied for personal use or for posting on other sites, provided the sites are free sites . . . it may NOT be posted on any site that requires a "membership fee" of any kind. Posting is permitted on an "Adultcheck" type site (which might cost a few dollars a year for access to many sites) but not on an "Adultcheck Gold" site, which requires much more money. Our characters use birth control in this story . . . because all reasonable adults should behave responsibly when participating in sexual activities and they wish to avoid conception and the spread of disease.
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Chapter 1. Dinner
I kissed one eye, then the other. She held her face upwards to me, with her eyes closed. We had met at the church young people's group, and she seemed like a reserved, proper girl. She was short, about 5 ft. 2, with a fairly trim body, a little on the hefty side, but eager. She had been out of college for several years, and worked as a clothing designer for a specialty shop, and was wearing a wool suit with a snug (but not tight) skirt that came just above her knees and a thick wool suit jacket that she refused to take it off when she arrived, even though my apartment was quite warm. After a couple of dates, I had invited her to my place for dinner. As we prepared dinner, we kissed, and after dinner, we moved to the sofa where we had talked for a while before I kissed her again
She seemed to like the kisses and melted herself into my arms. I ran my hands over her back but the thick wool jacket didn't reveal much.
His kisses felt good! I liked being in his arms. This was only our second date (or maybe third if you count the time we went out for coffee). I didn't want to seem "easy" but he had given me a few goodnight kisses at the end of our last date, so I guess kissing him now couldn't hurt. After all, this was the end of the twentieth century!
But still, I felt unsure. I was at an age where I should be surer of myself, but I had never dated much .... I never got to spend a lot of times with boys. I guess I was always afraid and uncertain. Maybe that would change with him. He seemed nice and respectful.
I knew he had been engaged for a year and that the engagement had broken up some six months before ... I don't know what happened, but it had been messy and unpleasant. I hadn't seen him out with anyone else since --- maybe I was his first venture back into the world of dating. I have heard that when you break up with someone, either you rebound immediately, or it can take a long time. Since six months had passed, maybe Steve was in the latter category.
I had seen Cathy around for some time. She was always on the edge of things --- never a leader. She always seemed quiet and withdrawn. As far as I knew, she didn't date much. I had learned on our last date that she was 25 years old. Hmm, 25 - - - that can be a difficult age for an unmarried woman - - - time is growing shorter for them - - - maybe their afraid that life is passing them by and they have to take a more active role in what happens around them . . . and
to
them.
I let my kisses trail across her cheek to below her ear and down her neck. She rolled her head back revealing he short neck. I worked my way to her collarbone, then continued to kiss across her throat to the other collarbone and up to her ear. Then, finding her mouth, we kissed again, not a deep kiss, but her arms pulled my head to her.
It was thrilling feeling his lips move down my neck and back to the other side. I hadn't been kissed by boys very often, and I reveled in the excitement this elicited in me. I pulled his head into our kiss, but kept my lips closed, like any "nice" girl should. Still, the emotions he stirred in me were beyond description. I definitely wanted MORE of this! In a way,, I always HAD wanted more of this but somehow it never happened. Now, here I was, lavishing in the arms of a handsome man. .
We came up for a breath of air, and I leaned back on the sofa, cradling her head to my shoulder, holding her hand in mine. As our breathing came down a little, we talked . . . small talk, nothing much. When the conversation lagged, we looked into each other's eyes again and moved together for more kisses.
I let my kisses trail down her neck again, but when I got to her collarbone, I followed the collar of her shirt downward, planting kisses all the way, until I reached the top button of her blouse. After a moment, I let my kisses move over the blouse and outward until I reached her right arm that was hanging by her side with her hand in her lap. I reached over and took the hand from her lap and kissed my way downward until I kissed the palm of her hand . . . always a turn-on for
