Lance and Holly went to their respective classes the next day yet neither got anything out of their lectures and their notes weren't much better, consisting mostly of incomplete summaries, incomprehensible phrases, unreadable words, and lovesick doodles. Their anticipation of what was to come in combination with their concerns about their own fitness to be with their partner was just too much for them. What made the day even worse was how time seemed to stretch, taking what seemed to be two or even three times as long as normal for their agreed-upon 8 p.m. appointment to arrive.
When it finally did and they met, Holly was hesitant.
"Lance, I'm scared. I want to do it and I want to see you, but I'm scared you're not going to like what you see of me. I'm afraid you're not going to like my body, that I'm not going to be good enough for you." She worried that her tits and ass might not be big enough for him or that her inner--
She shuddered but Lance pulled her into his arms and shook his head. "I feel the same way but about me not being good enough, not you. I love you so much so I already know that I'm going to adore how you look, however that is. We can do this if you want to. Or we can stop and not do it if you don't want to. Sweetie, it's up to you."
"Really? You wouldn't mind?"
"No, as much as I want to see you in all your glory, I want you to be comfortable more than anything. We can wait if you're not."
"My glory?" she laughed. "You really do have high expectations, don't you. See, that's why I'm worried; I don't want to let you down, so I really appreciate you giving me the choice."
"Based on what you're saying, I think you've already made it. We'll wait, okay?"
Holly smiled at him and then kissed him. To his surprise, she said, "No, I want to do this with you. Now. How about if we do it like this?"
She proposed that they work together, each taking turns removing one item from the other so their exposure would be gradual and any embarrassment might fade over time. They would take their time and, hopefully, enjoy it, but either could call it quits at any point if it became too much.
In the end, each did feel some twinges of embarrassment at first, with Holly's nude form revealing that her breasts, while cute and well formed, were actually smaller than she typically made them appear, and Lance worried that she might find his manly hair to be too gross or his manhood to be too small for her liking. With neither having any experience being exposed in front of someone of the opposite sex, their concerns were quickly overcome by seeing their lover's excitement at seeing them. That excitement more than made up for their embarrassment and their exploration began in earnest.
Though they'd expected their full-blown revelation to result in something like their recently established mutual masturbation sessions, the looking, the touching, and the giggling that followed them getting down to their birthday suits lasted the rest of the evening. Holly took Lance in hand, holding, cupping, and massaging him, while exploring the feel of it all, and loving his reactions on his face as well as on his actual hardware and associated software downstairs.
Likewise, Lance was fascinated with her breasts, not too big but nice handfuls with little areolae and those delightful little nips that perked up like erasers with gentle caresses, a slightly firm pinch, or even more readily, with just the right kiss. Holly groaned as Lance swept his middle finger ever-so-lightly through her secret garden and brushed against and around the little pebble at the gate that seemed to stand at attention to keep watch. He even liked her inner lips--"like flower petals," he said--that had worried her so much.
When their kissing and touching took them from sitting to horizontal, their arms and legs and other parts becoming entangled, the end result might have been much more than they initially envisioned if common sense hadn't been restored by a knock on the door to Lance's dorm room. Though the room seemed barely bigger than a shoebox, the kids had trouble finding all their clothes and getting them back in place before Lance could open the door for something that didn't seem nearly as important as what the knocking had forced them to miss.
They were more careful after that, with Lance being sure to leave the secret sign on his door that dormitory hall residents knew meant "Do Not Disturb." The second time they "played," they worked together to remove their partner's clothes without the need for the formality of taking turns or worrying about being seen, and by the weekend, they had it down to a matter of seconds without worry or embarrassment, without even giving such issues a second thought. Only Holly and her pleasure were important to Lance, as only Lance and his enjoyment were key to her.
As with removing their clothing, the simple touches, caresses, and kisses of their first nude encounter quickly became much easier. Holly was soon conveying what she liked, what she wanted, and what she desperately needed in their encounters in soft whispers and gentle motions. Lance asked her permission at first, but as trust was built between them, she said, "Do anything. I love you, baby, so anything."
Within days, they were fully relaxed around each other and their explorations allowed them to have their partner's body committed to memory, leaving their hands free to roam as they made out the all-too-narrow bed in Lance's dorm room. Thus, as they kissed and their tongues played one evening, Holly's hand fixed firmly on Lance's shaft and began a slow, gentle pump. She'd done it many times by now, massaging him, cupping his balls, and even giving some little kisses and doing a bit of sucking on his head, but this time, unlike the other times in recent days, she didn't stop, determined to make him feel good like the times when she'd taken him to that happy place through his clothes.
Feeling her movements and experiencing the excitement of her hand on him, Lance wet his fingers and slipped them down to the front of her cleft, massaging her hood, and then finding her clit and circling around it to get her full attention. She gasped and smiled at him as she pumped him and he continued working her. Moving around a little, he switched to his thumb on her happy button and slid a finger inside.
This excited her and her moan excited him so he enjoyed the feel of going in and out of her, including how her inner lips caressed his finger each time. When the tip of his finger hit the little roughened area on her front wall as he continued on her clit, her moans became even more intense, her repeated "Yes!" became more frantic, and he focused on continuing to do just what was making her feel so good.
And Holly did, moaning, really enjoying what she was feeling and what she was trying to keep doing to him through the pleasure she was feeling. They continued kissing for a bit but Lance was also having a difficult time concentrating so he drew back to look in her eyes as he continued to play her, bringing her closer and closer to a peak like she'd never experienced before. When it arrived, washing over her like a tsunami, sweeping through her entire body, she grinned to see him spray one, two, three whitish streams in the air as he throbbed in her hand. Several smaller rivulets followed as she slowed and finally stopped her pumping.
Turning back to look at her lover, she saw his eyes were closed, his head rolled back and a big grin on his face as his hand slowly disengaged from her and slid up to rest on her almost heaving breast.
"And that, I believe, is my new favorite activity," he chuckled before opening his eyes and leaning up to kiss her.
Still feeling the euphoria, she kissed him back, a sweet short peck, before rolling over and resting her arms on his chest to prop her chin up so she could look into his almost glazed eyes. "Lance, let's clarify. That's your new favorite activity of today. Just wait until tomorrow."
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Sure enough, they resumed their play the next evening, with Holly deliberately going down on him, massaging his shaft and balls as she played her mouth, her lips, and her tongue over his swollen head and, at times, all the rest. She pushed down on his long rod at times, taking him almost all the way in, her solo practice recommended by Vanessa, her big sister in her sorority, working even better than she expected at training her gag reflex.
Having sampled some of his cum wiped from her hand and fingers for the first time only about twenty-four hours earlier, she knew it wasn't a sweet, creamy dessert she would order given the opportunity, but she found it wasn't exactly objectionable either, so she was determined to do as Vanessa had suggested.
When Lance signaled that he was getting close and was about to come, instead of pulling off as he expected and letting him see his fireworks as well as feeling them in his balls, his brain, and throughout his body, Holly redoubled her efforts and let him watch her as she took every one of his shots into her mouth. As his body tremor ended and his deep throbbing subsided, she milked the last rivulets from his tip and grinned at him before opening her mouth to show the milky pool on her tongue. Closing, she swallowed it down and grinned again, opening her mouth once more, this time to show that it was all gone, leaving Lance's mouth open in response.
