Chapter 3 - The Next Date (Continued)
What did he do to me? No man had ever done that before! NOBODY had ever done that before! How should I respond to him? What should I do? Whatever he had done, I wanted him to keep doing it! Is this love? I did love him, and I didn’t want what I was experiencing to stop! I wasn’t confused . . . I wasn’t thinking!. I was just feeling! And I didn’t want it to stop. Gradually, it dawned on me that I was on my back on the sofa and that he was over me. I had no idea how this had happened! Slowly, I became aware of his fingers moving again, and once again, I felt the excitement growing within me. The warmth spread throughout me, and I realized I was getting wet! I knew he couldn’t feel my dampness through my panty girdle, but I felt embarrassed all the same. But soon I forgot the wetness as my internal tingling spread from my backbone throughout me, and I knew I would have screamed if his kisses hadn’t been covering my mouth!
I had thought she was maybe cold or shy, but her innocent response was unbelievable! It seemed she didn’t know what was happening to her!
For some silly reason, my mind replayed a conversation I had had with my roommate in college. He was much more experienced with women that I was at that time. I had commented that sex was a virgin was the most desirable experience, and he had responded that he really wasn’t interested in virgins. Yes, it was enjoyable to take a girl’s virginity, but he said that he would prefer an easier score, rather than spend the time and effort that was necessary to get a virgin. I let her come down from her climax. Gradually her breathing returned to normal, and her stranglehold around my head began to relax. I kissed her softly on the mouth, eyes, ears, cheeks, everywhere on her face, as she returned to this consciousness.
“I love you,” I whispered into her ear, and her arms tightened around my neck.
He loves me! He just said so! He really said he Loves me! But then . . .
I started kissing her again. I kissed every inch of her face and neck. Then kissed my way over her blazer and breasts, making no effort to open any buttons. She held my head to her as I kissed my way over her breasts.
This time, after kissing every inch of her breasts, I let my kisses continue over her ribs, downward to her navel, then to her hips and lower stomach until I reached the “V” between her legs. Although my hand was still under her skirt, lightly caressing her panty girdle, I kissed her through the heavy material of the skirt. My elbow gradually moved between her knees forcing an opening between her thighs, as I continued to kiss and let my hand rove further.
His kisses just seemed to make my mind shut down. I love his kiss and his touch . . . it does marvelous things to me!
He loves me! He said so! But, Ohhhh! He’s kissing me down there! I should stop him! But somehow, my arms just won’t move. I like it. I like Him. . . I like the kisses and attention.
I’m afraid. But excited, too. . .
