If you've just discovered this series, I'd urge you to read the Prologue to Chapter 1, and maybe even start there. This is a slowly-building series that I'm trying to keep as realistic as possible, the sexual awakening of a shy 18yo boy.
But I hope there's enough erotica in each part to keep it interesting, even if you just start here.
Nia and I are lying on our sides on the bed, both topless, holding our inside/underneath hands together, folded up near our chins, free arms draped over the other's back.
"Alright, my beautiful young couple, repeat after me, Nia first: 'Name-of-your-partner', I like you and respect you, and want to share sexual pleasure with you.'"
Nia says that to me, giggling a little at the end, and then I repeat it to her, almost tearing up because I feel it so intensely.
"That was nice, and that's the basis we'll work from: you both know and respect the other, and now want to become more physically intimate. So with your free arms I want you to explore each other's bodies as much as your current positions allow. Genitals are off-limits for now, but you may kiss on the lips if you wish, using lips and tongue, but
no talking
. Let your own desires for learning about your partner guide you, and be receptive to the non-verbal feedback they give you. Begin."
Nia and I at first just look at each other, a dozen emotions crossing our faces. Then I begin lightly rubbing her back, first up to her left shoulder, then slowly down her spine, feeling each vertebra. When I reached her shoulder and neck she had leaned her face in to kiss me. I kind of puckered my lips out, but didn't actively kiss back. As I reached the bottom of her spine and began to feel the swell of her rump, she kissed/sucked/pulled my lower lip between hers, kissing me more passionately. I moved my hand across to the right/far side of her back, then slowly rubbed my way up toward her right shoulder
When I hit the bottom of Nia's spine and swell of her butt on the second trip down, she began
licking
my lower lip, still trapped between hers. That triggered something in me (I'd never French-kissed before), and I sucked/trapped her upper lip between mine. After feeling and suckling that for a while I let my tongue touch it, then began running it side to side, as she was doing mine. She felt and tasted so delicious!
We were both getting quite heated from the lip stimulation, and soon Nia disengaged from my mouth and pulled back a few inches. Then, looking more like a woman than the girl she'd been, she tilted her head down into the pillows, opened her mouth partway, and moved again toward my lips. I took the hint, and tilting my head up/right so our noses would clear, met her opened-mouth also.
I think her tongue entered my mouth first, but the first time our tongues connected was like an electric shock for me, which emboldened me to do what I'd wanted to earlier: grab hold of her left butt cheek. Which I did, squeezing, caressing, palpating, stroking from top to bottom and back before repeating the squeezing/palming.
As soon as my hand touched her bottom, Nia's went to mine. Groping, feeling, tracing, massaging. We spent some time at this, how long I don't know because I was in heaven. My hand moved to her other cheek, then explored the crack between as best I could through her bikini bottoms. Nia did the same to me, the thin material of my boxers giving her better access and feel.
But before long Nia removed her hand from there and snaked it up under my arm to my chest, squeezing my right pectoral muscle (not a lot there to squeeze, admittedly) before finding the nipple and concentrating her exploration there.
I took that as an indication that she wanted me to do the same, so I put my hand flat against the side of her stomach, thumb out forming a C-shape, then slowly slid it up her torso in the direction of her left breast. My hand soon found its target, the underside of her breast fitting neatly into the web of my hand between thumb and forefinger. A thrill ran through me as it first made contact. I stopped there, lightly pushing up against her breast, judging its mass and density (I'm an engineer at heart, remember). I loved the bouncy feel of it.
Nia had moved her hand to my other nipple, intertwined her legs with mine, and was kissing, licking, sucking my mouth and tongue with lustful abandon. I took the plunge and moved my hand up and over Nia's breast, eliciting a muffled moan into my mouth as I slid up until her nipple made contact with the web of my hand. WOW! Talk about an electric shock! I could feel her hard nipple there in the crook of my hand, the mass of her breast under my hand, so pliant and supple.
I moved my hand higher, until Nia's nipple was in the center of my palm, then pressed downward, feeling its insistent stiffness as the bulk of her breast yielded to the pressure. Then, as Nia was doing to me, I took her nipple between forefinger and thumb, lightly squeezing, bending, pushing in, marveling at this wonder of human anatomy that's normally so demure, just kind of there, but when aroused becomes this long, stiff button of pleasure.
I would describe how hard I am, but you can deduce that. And I imagine Nia's sex was just as aroused because she turned her head the other way, into the dominant position over my face, then seemed to want to push me over as if to climb on top of me.
"Stop! That's enough, my little lovebirds." Nia pulls her lips back from mine as reluctantly as I remove my hand from her breast. She's panting down at me, her skin flushed, eyes searching mine in a new way.
"Lay on your backs, move your hands back down to your sides, keep holding hands, and breathe. Think about what you just experienced, how it felt to touch, to be touched, and how it made you feel inside, in your brain, your emotions, in your loins. Breathe, relax,
remember
..."
I'm panting, sweating, restless, and Nia's the same. Her arousal is subtly evident in her erect nipples, but mine is manifested by my too-large penis straining against my boxers, probably scaring poor Nia half to death.
After some minutes of this, and Rita having us affirm to our partner that we had enjoyed the experience, she had us get up and drink something, use the bathroom if necessary, and get ready for the next round.
"Nia, Mark,
if you're willing
, I'd like to move you on to where you're touching each other's genitals... Yes? Yes? Okay then!"
"So when young people are dating, the exploration process often proceeds as we've done so far, until the couple gets to the point where they're comfortable touching each other's sex organs
through their clothing
. Sometimes that's skipped, but I think it's an important intermediate step to seeing and touching directly."
We're both listening and nodding, as if we're in a sex-ed class.
"You
know
what's under the clothes, but petting
through
the clothes still leaves something to the imagination, and adds to the arousal because of that
one
last barrier before actually seeing and touching your partner's most intimate place."
Nia looks shyly, expectantly at me, and I return the look, but mixed with a quizzical, "Are you sure you want to do this?" She nods twice, emphatically, and squeezes my hand.
"Alright, Nia on your back, Mark on her right side, up on your elbow. Good. Now lightly rub your fingertips over Nia's stomach and thighs, but avoid her sexual parts."
I look down the length of Nia's brown and supple body from eyes to toes, then slowly back up, stopping at her breasts. Pert and firm as they are, gravity has worked its magic on them, causing them to collapse ever so slightly, become more rounded and soft. Her nipples are like beautiful dark licorice sticks, pointing up and slightly out.
I begin to run my fingertips gently over her abdomen, starting just below her breasts. Lazy S's back and forth, trailing down to her waist, then back up and down from waist to breasts, left-to-right across her stomach.
And while the room had seemed comfortably warm earlier, and still does, I see gooseflesh covering the mounds of her breasts. I move down to her left thigh, starting at the "corner" where her bikini bottom is tied, and lightly rub my fingertips down the outside of her thigh as far as I can reach. Then move in/up a half-inch and make the return trip, stopping only when my fingers touch her bikini. Repeat three or four times until on the last trip my fingers are in the trough between her legs, which are demurely closed.
Starting at her knees and using just my first two fingers, I slowly, tantalizingly caress the sensitive flesh inside her thighs, slowing as I reach the midway point, slowing further at the quarter-way mark, then agonizingly slowly (for her, judging by her responses) I complete the last few inches of the trip, stopping only when my fingers touched her bikini bottom, at a spot I supposed was right above her clitoris. Nia twitched at that, or possibly she was bucking at my hand, trying to increase the pressure, but I didn't want to get in trouble with Rita so I removed my hand.
"That was beautiful, just beautiful! Mark, I wish you could've seen Nia's face through all that, the excitement, the anticipation, the arousal, and the way she was looking at you, as a woman looks at a man."
I looked into Nia's eyes, to see her looking at me with a sense of expectation and desire, but yet mixed with doubt: was she attractive enough, sexy enough for me? To allay those doubts I gently kissed her on the lips, my right hand cupping her cheek. Then I kissed the tip of her nose, then the bridge, and then her forehead before pulling back to look at Rita.
"You two are a good match for each other! You've only known each other for a few hours, yet you've reached a level of tenderness and intimacy with each other that honestly, many couples
never
reach."
I look back at "my Nia," with all those feelings inside, and she looks like an angel to me, her face framed on the pillow by her curly hair, her eyes seeming to reflect my feelings back to me.
"Alright, lovebirds, switch places. Mark, pull your boxers up to let Nia see more of your legs." "Nia, you may begin."
Nia repeated much the same process on me, though adding her own variants, exploring wherever her fingers took her. She traced the lower underline of my pecs with one finger, then spent quite a long time on my abdomen, which I flexed for her (and which she seemed to especially enjoy), palming it and pressing firmly, alternating with claw-like grabs at the thin flesh over the muscles. Down to the legs, where she spent a lot of time at the upper parts, where I'd pulled my boxers up essentially level with my scrotum.
I can't tell you how hard my cock got during that, but it was achingly hard, harder than I'd ever remembered. And while she was lightly caressing the upper and inner parts of my thighs, her eyes never left the outline of my penis, straining as it was against the fabric. A couple times it twitched involuntarily, eliciting appreciative smiles from her.
I was studying her face from the side, sensual in the flickering candlelight, thinking,
She doesn't seem to be afraid of it, so I guess it's not
too
big... But when she actually sees it will she shy away? Would she want to take it in her hand, in her mouth? Would it even fit in her petite mouth? Would I even want to do that to my angel?
Then thankfully, because I couldn't have taken much more than that, Rita called time.
Nia moved to my face, searching it with her eyes, boring into mine, then dove in for a close-mouthed kiss that was pressing, passionate,
urgent
