0 comments/ 207343 views/ 23 favorites First Time...First Time By: Cat5 O’Grady’s was a young people’s bar on the near north side of Chicago. You could enter from the alley or the street; the bar itself ran almost the entire length of the room ending in a long ‘J.’ I sat at the end of the ‘J’ where I had equal opportunity to observe who entered from either entrance. I sipped my beer that early Friday evening; the crowd would start in about an hour. Shortly afterward it would be elbow to elbow; smoke and noise. Females would be slightly outnumbered, but not by much. That statistic was the reason for my early arrival…maybe tonight would be the night? Larry Jackson is my name. I am a recent graduate of a Midwest college where I majored in computer science. My first interview was my last; I joined a major software company located in Chicago and was in my second month of a lengthy training program. At six feet tall with brown hair and brown eyes and no fat on my 190 pounds, I thought I was good, but not great looking. However, if some girl tonight decided on great, I wouldn’t argue too hard. For two months, several times a week I sat at O’Grady’s. I never missed Wednesday or Friday night, since those two nights seemed to attract the greatest number of females. Despite my due diligence, my score card was pretty empty. I grew up on a farm far from the nearest town so I never received the proper socialization required to attract and keep the opposite sex entranced. I long ago concluded that my efforts to enjoy the pleasures of sex rated at least a B, but my execution was an F—and that score might be generous. So I took up my position at O’Grady’s, hoping for the best and expecting the usual. The bar had by now started to fill. There were two empty seats left at the bar and the waiters were starting to attract beer orders from clumps of people commingling on the floor. I heard a female voice next to me yell at the bartender, “Damn it Frank; if you would look around you might find 500 or so customers that need a drink…especially me! Will you get off your ass and bring me my usual?” Frank grinned at her from down the bar, gave her half a finger in a joking way, and shuffled over to mix her drink. While she waited for speedy Frank, I checked her out. She was a nice looking blond about five feet six inches or so, big breasts hidden by a colorful sweater, and very nicely tapered legs showing beneath her skirt. “Can I buy you that drink?” I heard myself say. She turned to check out the offer. She had blue eyes and high cheek bones; definitely a class face. I saw instantly, however, that I missed one key item; she was old, at least twenty-five or so to my twenty-one. I knew that she also spotted the age difference; the four years were like 20 for those into the bar scenes. I could see her thoughts turning to voice as she was about to put me in my place. For some reason she stopped whatever she was about to say, gave my hand a little squeeze and with an ironic grin said, “Thanks, but I’m a little too old for you, and I’m usually a pain in the ass, but thanks for the offer.” It was a gentle put down, but the arrow went deep. She saw my hurt, but Frank came up with her drink and she was gone. I couldn’t help it—I sipped and sulked for another hour or so. O’Grady’s was now packed. Chairs at the bar were sold for ten dollars so that someone could sit next to their date. The floor was packed; the waiters fought through the crowd to deliver beers and accept tips. I thought to myself, “Another 45 minutes or so of sipping and I will call it a night.” My elbow was tapped from behind me twice. I swiveled in my chair and found the nice looking, but tough blond in front of me. She grinned and said, “Your luck is as good as my luck; why don’t you offer to take me for a walk out of this smoke filled den of sin and booze.” I dropped a couple of bucks on the bar for Frank and we were off through the alley exit. We came out on the street of bars—all of them like O’Grady’s but with different names. We walked without talking for a block and she turned onto a quiet street. Not a word had been spoken yet. Finally she said, “My name is Jenny Collins….and you?” I answered, “Larry…Larry Jackson that is. I’m a computer nerd going through a year long training program. O’Grady’s gives me the chance to remind myself that the world isn’t just made of computers.” Jenny replied, “Nothing is wrong with computers or the ones that make them go. There is money in those things. “If you don’t mind walking a bit to get the smoke out of us, tell me about yourself Larry.” And so I told her about growing up on the farm, the high school and college highlights and how impressed I was with myself to finally be living in a big city like Chicago. She asked me questions and got me talking some more. We walked for an hour and Jenny asked the questions and I did the talking—I couldn’t stop talking to this female, who was beautiful, who was paying so much attention to me. Finally Jenny stopped walking. We were in front of an apartment on one of those Chicago tree streets—Oak, Elm, Chestnut or one of those. She looked at me and said, “This is where I live. Do you want to come up for a while?” I was shocked. Jenny was way beyond my league, and yet she was asking me to go into her apartment late on a Friday night. I was elated; I was scared. I was hoping that I could fake my lack of experience. “Sure,” I said. “I’d like that.” She took my hand and led me up the stairs to the second floor. She unlocked the door and pulled me in. Her hand flipped a switch and a table lamp came on somewhere in the room. I looked into her eyes; afraid to do something, and afraid to do nothing. She grinned and stepped closer to me. She said in a teasing voice, “Can’t a girl get a kiss without waiting forever Frankie?” I moved into her and brought my lips to hers. I felt her tongue force itself between my lips and our tongues met, and teased each other. I pulled her closer and felt her breasts pushing against my chest. I kissed her harder. She took my arms and pulled them down. Taking my hands in hers, she raised them to her breasts and covered each of her breasts with my hands. I felt the softness of them; I squeezed them gently, not wanting to hurt but wanting to feel. She took my hands again and brought them to the bottom of her sweater. They slipped under her sweater and I felt her bare midriff. My hands explored her stomach moving up to her breasts and our kiss continued. As I reached her breasts she said, “Take off my sweater; it will be easier for us.” She lifted her arms as I pulled the sweater over her head. She stood there in her bra. Her breasts strained against the material. She whispered, “Now my bra.” My hands went around her searching for the clasps. I found them, but they wouldn’t open. I was embarrassed that I could not get Jenny’s bra off, but my fumbling so close to her breasts was causing me to have an enormous erection. Finally, one of the combinations worked, and her bra fell from her arms. I stepped back and saw her breasts. They were large with a little sag, the nipples were small. I touched one of the nipples and it began to harden. Jenny suddenly grabbed my hand and dragged me into her bedroom. We stood face to face. Looking at me she kissed my lips and stepped back. She kicked off her shoes and removed her hose. Then her skirt fell. She slipped her fingers around the elastic of her panties and pushed them down. She stepped out of them and faced me. My eyes went to her pussy. It had been trimmed for a small swimming suit bottom. I looked up and she stepped up to me; she undressed me. By the time she pulled my shorts down to my ankles, my erection was unbearable. She pulled me as she lay on her back on the bed. My lips went to hers and we kissed, I assaulted her nipples with my tongue. My penis was moving over her vulva searching for an opening. It found her vagina and entered her. I came almost immediately. The release was fantastic. My thoughts were horrible. My first time and I did everything wrong. Did Jenny come? Was she even aroused? I was embarrassed. Jenny drew my body up to her and gently kissed me on the lips. Jenny said in a quiet voice, “I did a very unfair thing to you and I want to talk about it now. I knew that you had little sexual experience; it’s not hard to spot. Maybe this was even your first time?” She looked at me and I nodded my head. “I think you’re a nice person who is just starting his adult life. Some things come easy and some don’t. Having sex is easier than programming computers, but experience is the teacher—not some books or porn pictures or whatever. I have a proposition for you. I will teach you what it takes to make a woman enjoy sex. What do you think?” I stopped the urge for instant agreement, and asked, “What is my part of the deal?” Jenny sighed and said, “There is no short answer. Snuggle up to me—touch me if you want—and I will tell you about your part of the deal, but it will take a while. “I grew up in a small town in Nebraska. It was my younger sister, my mom and dad. Things got financially difficult and dad started drinking. He was becoming older and meaner, but before anything really bad happened, he left us. I have never heard or saw him again since I was a junior in high school. In my senior year, my mom got cancer. Six months later she died. “It was only Beth and me. Beth was just entering high school. My job, my obsession was to make Beth happy. College was out, but with a little insurance money, selling the house, and a minimum wage job, we managed. Beth made it through high school. She was a cheerleader and an athletic. She applied to a college near Boston and was accepted. “Of course the problem was money. I was working hard, but with no college, big salaries just weren’t there. When I turned twenty-one I saw a chance. I married a person who had money. Maybe there was some love, but there was money to pay for Beth’s college. I wasn’t a virgin when I got married. You might describe me as a street smart female who did what she had to do. I’m not proud of things I have done, but I’m not embarrassed either. Life is a lottery, and most people don’t win. “Well, when you marry for money you generally get what you deserve. Sixteen months of agony and then the divorce. He was nice about it. I received enough money for the rest of Beth’s tuition. Three year’s later I am about 10 credits shy of a college degree from night school, and my company has promised me a big promotion when that degree comes. “So I guess you would call me an old 25 Larry.” I had turned on my side facing her on the bed. I said, “You’re not old Jenny; you’re beautiful.” She laughed and continued, “Eventually you would think of the question…why are you here? It’s Beth again. She is everything to me; I would do anything for her, anything! I have sheltered her from a lot of the real world. My hard knocks have not been her hard knocks. She looks up to me. Beth wants to be me not knowing what I am. “We talk every week. Two weeks ago we got into a long conversation. Beth was almost in tears. She is still a virgin. All her friends are sexually active and she is not. Beth is stubborn and she is convinced that to lose ones virginity is the beginning of adulthood. Nothing I said changed her mind; she can be as stubborn as me. I asked her to visit me on her Spring break and we would talk about it more. Her last words were, “We can talk, but her visit to Chicago could be the start of her adulthood.” “Larry, if she is determined to go through with it, I don’t want it to be any pick up on the street. A quick fuck and that’s it. If she wants to fuck for the first time, I want it to be with a nice person who will be gentle with her and start her sex life upbeat and not with some guilty post depression trip. If you agree, I want it to be you.” “Me?” I gasped. “Why would you ever want me to have sex with Beth when you just saw how terrible I am doing it? I don’t know anything.” “But that’s the point Larry,” Jenny replied. “You know how it is to be inexperienced. You know how people can put you down—like I did to you at O’Grady’s. I need someone like you to cushion Beth and to help her. If she becomes afraid and wants to stop, I want someone who will stop. If she is determined to go through with it, I want it to be a wonderful experience.” “How can I make it a wonderful experience?” I asked. “Because I will teach you,” whispered Jenny, “To make Beth happy. Will you do it?” There was no other possible answer. “Of course I will,” I replied. “OK,” Jenny said, “First lesson; into the shower.” I got up quickly and headed for the bathroom. “Wait,” she commanded. “You just got out of bed facing away from me and walked quickly to the bathroom door. Are you in a hurry for a shower, or are you afraid I will see your body? Come stand in front of me. “Larry, we don’t have that much time. Your body is beautiful. Stand still.” She took my half erect penis in her hand and said, “Don’t be so shy. If you are, you will make your partner shy. Size isn’t what it is cracked up to be, but if you want to know, your penis is above average in length and it is thicker than average also. Now watch when I cup your balls and squeeze. You just grew to about 90 percent. How does my touch feel?” “Wonderful,” I croaked. Jenny continued, “Now Larry take your hand and lightly explore my vulva. Cover it with your hand and rub a little. Take your finger and move it up and down my lips; push your finger in and touch me. How does it feel? How do you feel?” I replied softly, “I’m aroused and I’m a little embarrassed. This is new and strange.” Jenny commanded, “Give me a kiss; use your tongue.” I came closer to her and we kissed. Our mouths opened and my tongue probed her tongue. My prick was pressing against her. She moved her hands from my back and one slid down to my ass. Suddenly her finger was pushing into me. I broke the kiss. “What’s wrong?” she asked. I said, “Your finger was going into…into… Jenny interrupted, “The word Larry is asshole. My finger was exploring your asshole, and you were surprised and embarrassed. The lesson I want you to remember is you should do anything with your partner’s body that they enjoy. We aren’t going to mess with your asshole Larry, but some time you might have a partner that wants you to explore hers, so don’t be timid. Have fun. “Into the shower.” She soaped up two wash rags and washed me everywhere. She teased my body mercilessly. Then she commanded me to do the same to her. When I reached her vulva my hands explored her relentlessly with the soapy rags. After five minutes of wiping and probing, Jenny moaned in anguish. She said, “Enough. Rinse us off and we will dry each other. Then back to the bed.” Back on the bed she said, “Beth will be here on Thursday. I will be with her Thursday, Friday and Saturday morning and then I will be gone. Your date with her is Saturday night. My apartment is yours. We don’t have much time. “Turn on a brighter light Larry, and push the pillow under my hips so that you can see me better. Now touch me. My lips are partly open; spread them with your fingers. Look for my clit and touch it. That’s it…not too hard. Be gentle. Trace your fingers inside me; now push your finger into my vagina. Good. Now two fingers. Move them in and out just a little. Yes. Now I want you to kiss and lick—tease me until I tell you that I am ready. When you are kissing me you will be very erect; try not to rub yourself against me as it will make you come too soon. Then I want you to come into me again. The idea this time is for me to come.” So I started kissing her. Her mouth was first. At some point I licked her breasts and then her nipples. I went to her inner thighs and licked and kissed. Then my fingers touched her labia and probed. Jenny was started to moan. She spread her legs wider. I parted her lips and my tongue explored her insides; broad strokes with my tongue; then penetrations with my tongue into her vagina. Finally I focused her clit. She gasped as I teased it; my tongue gradually applying more pressure and speed. Finally, she whimpered, “Hurry, put it in me. I knelt between her legs and guided myself deep into her. I could feel her vagina squeezing me, and as she came, I came. When it was over I lay next to her and gently kissed her lips. I whispered, “Thank you.” She squeezed my hand. Later I dressed and as I was leaving, Jenny called to me, “Eight o’clock next Wednesday for your final coaching.” When I arrived on Wednesday Jenny said, “Off with your clothes.” I stood naked in front of her; there was little embarrassment now after our last time together. I made her come by tonguing her clitoris with no penetration. We both came after 20 minutes of my mouth teasing her body. After a sensual shower, she took me by the hand and sat me at the edge of the bed. She knelt down and taking me in her hand said, “This is crudely known as a blow job. It can feel wonderful if done correctly.” It was wonderful; it was done correctly. As I was saying good night to Jenny she said, “A few last things. Beth is expecting her blind date to come to the apartment at six o’clock for a dinner date. When you arrive, I will be gone for the night. Take her somewhere nice. What happens after that is up to Beth and you. If she invites you back to the apartment, be gentle; she is everything to me. I forgot to mention two things. If it goes that far, do not worry about the pain of the first penetration. Her soccer playing fixed that difficulty in high school. She also told me she is on the pill so that she would ‘be ready.’ I kidded her, “Jenny, you’re acting like a worried mother.” She looked at me and I leaned forward for a kiss. She kissed me lightly on the forehead and said good night. Beth It was Saturday night and I was knocking on Jenny’s door waiting for my first glimpse of Beth. The door opened, and she said, “Hi, I’m Beth, and I sure hope you’re Larry?” I laughed, “Good guess Beth. I am Larry and tonight my job is to be your tour guide through the streets of sin—better known as the near north side.” I brought up a single long stem yellow rose and said, “I thought this might be a good start.” She grinned and opened the door saying, “Thank you…let me put it in a glass of water so it stays fresh.” As she walked around the apartment getting the glass and water I got to really look at her. She was very, very nice. Beth was a thin five feet nine inches tall with brown eyes and brown hair cut in a short, but cute way. Her breasts were not as big as Jenny’s; maybe a B plus or so, but with her height they looked perfect. She was wearing a light yellow sweater with a slight ‘V’ neck so there was skin down to where the mound of her breasts started. Her legs were long and thin; the calves perfectly formed beneath her matching skirt. She wore comfortable, flat shoes; probably because of her height. When she turned her back to me I saw her butt—it was small and tight. She was not a classic beauty, but she was beautiful! She became aware of me watching her and grinned again, but a nervous grin. Any blind date starts off nervous, but she was doing a good job of making it work. She asked, “And do I get to see the famous O’Grady’s that Jenny keeps talking about or is that not part of my tour?” I replied, “I would love to make it part of the tour Beth, but there is a problem—they card you there and no one sneaks through. Are you twenty-one yet?” She laughed and said, “I’m almost twenty-one, but more important my ID’s are perfect; driver’s license, apartment bill with my name on it; the works. I’ve never been caught yet, so you don’t have to worry, OK?” “You win,” I answered with a grin, “But first I have to take you to the finest Italian restaurant on the near north side. Mario’s is the place; run by Mario who is an excellent Italian cook, and he humbly admits it to every customer who walks through the door. First Time...First Time “We better get going since it is an easy six block walk from here, and I can start your tour.” We left the apartment and started walking to Mario’s. I asked her about her college in Boston, and what she majored in. It turned out that Jenny forgot to tell me that her major was in computer science. When I told her about my job, she squealed with surprise and as she grabbed my hand said, “I’m going to bury you with questions about the real computer world. Next month recruiting starts at my college and I really needs some tips on what to ask and which companies I should sign up for interviews.” I laughed and explained that my first interview was my only one, since I took the first job offered. She retorted, “I’m still going to ask you a million questions—all I know is school experience; I want to know about real computer jobs.” We continued to walk to Mario’s. I noticed with some pleasure that Beth had not let go of my hand. We continued the rest of the way to the restaurant hand in hand. Mario greeted us at the door. He said in his booming voice, “Larry, it’s been over a week since you ate here; do you want to put me out of business? But you’re forgiven because this beautiful woman, who must be with you by mistake, will be the talk of the street. She will bring in the business.” Beth blushed with the compliment, and I could tell she enjoyed Mario’s bantering. He led us into the dimly lit restaurant and put us in a booth and chair. Beth sat in the booth looking out over the restaurant floor; I sat in the chair with nothing to look at but the wall and Beth. I had the best seat. The meal was wonderful. We ordered the specials for the night—Mario insisted on it in his booming voice—and I ordered a bottle of merlot for Beth and me. Our waitress apologized and said to Beth that she had to ID her. Beth grinned and said, “No problem. That happens a lot to me these days.” Beth was right; the ID’s were perfect. We talked throughout the meal. My favorite subjects seemed to be her favorite subjects. Time passed and we finally realized that we had been at Mario’s for two hours. I paid the bill and praised the food to Mario as profusely as Mario expected me to. His parting shot was to Beth; “If you realize you are too good for that bum, you know where I am.” Beth beamed at the compliment. She took my hand again and said, “OK Mr. tour guide, isn’t it time you showed me some of this notorious sinful street—I have to see how it measures up compared to Boston. Maybe you could start at O’Grady’s?” I teased, “OK Miss innocent, prepare to be less innocent. Beth hesitated when I turned down the alley and then pushed open the wooden gate and walked up to the alley entrance to O’Grady’s. We opened the door to a blast of heat, noise and smoke; O’Grady’s was jammed. The door guard nodded at me and said, “Sorry miss, I have to ID you.” Beth laughed and said, “No problem.” The guard checked out her ID, looked at her, and then back to the ID. Finally, he handed the ID back to Beth and said, “Those are about the best ID’s I have seen since I took this job three years ago. They would work anywhere, and so they will work here too.” He winked at me and stepped aside to let us in. We fought our way to the bar politely elbowing people as we broke through the clumps. I was pulling Beth’s hand as I did the point work. Finally we got to the bar and I caught Frankie’s eye. I held up two fingers and he nodded. He quickly drew two beers from the tap and put them on the bar. I leaned over and paid him and grabbed the beers at the same time. I heard a girl’s voice sitting at the bar on my right say, “Don’t be a jerk Steve; give the girl your seat.” The ‘girl’ was Beth. Steve gave a good natured grin and stood up next to his girlfriend. I nodded my thanks as Beth sat on the bar stool. Beth swung the stool around so her back was to the bar and she was facing me and the rest of the floor. It was tough to talk so Beth spread her legs on the bar stool and I moved closer. Our faces were inches apart as I talked about the attractions of O’Grady’s on this night and most nights. Beth looked fascinated and happy. We nursed the first beer and then ordered another. I leaned over to pay Frankie and as I was pulling back with the new beers I looked at Beth. Her lips were inches from my lips. My eyes asked the question; she leaned forward with one hand on my shoulder for balance, and we had our first kiss. It was more than a peck. Some would say that the good thing about O’Grady’s was that it was crowded and noisy. They would also say the bad thing about O’Grady’s is that it was crowded and noisy. After about 45 minutes the good went to the bad and I suggested to Beth that we get some fresh air. She nodded yes. It was a nice Chicago spring night; the air fresh with no scent of smog. We walked the streets of the near north side as I pointed out various bars, theaters, and other sites. Once or twice we stopped by mutual agreement and kissed. The last kiss I pressured her softly with my tongue and her mouth gently opened to my penetration. I had closed my eyes during that kiss; when I opened them Beth was staring at me as if looking deep into my being. I squeezed her hand and resumed walking. Our walk ended in front of Jenny’s apartment. Not wanting to push, but not wanting to retreat, I asked, “Can I see you to the door?” She nodded and we walked up the stairs to the second floor. She took Jenny’s key out of her purse. I took the key from her hand and unlocked the door. I turned the handle and pushed the door open. I threw the ball to Beth and said, “That was the best blind date I have ever had, and you are the prettiest date I have ever had. I hope you had as much fun as I did?” She nodded yes and looked at me. She leaned forward and we kissed, our tongues probing each other. We pulled apart and Beth said with a blush, “Please come in and stay a while.” We walked through the door. It was dark by now and there was only one chair light glowing. Beth turned and came into my arms; this kiss was deep and long. I pulled her against me as her arms circled my neck. I could feel her breasts through her sweater and I knew she could feel my erection through her skirt. As the kiss continued my hands started to rub her back from her shoulders to her waist. I put my hands on her ass and pulled her more into me; she kissed me harder. My hands left her ass and came up to the bottom of her sweater; then under her sweater I felt her naked back. Beth broke the kiss and looked at me. Her face had questions, but I couldn’t tell if the questions were for her or me. I finally said, “Beth you are beautiful. I will do anything you want, or I can do nothing. And if we start and you change your mind, I will stop. Do you understand what I am saying? Should we go on?” She nodded her head yes, but that wasn’t right. Nods and expressions and facial expressions mean many things. I wanted to hear Beth talk to me. “Beth”, I whispered as I stared into her eyes, “Tell me what you want.” Her eyes grew misty and she said, “I want you to make love to me, but I don’t know what to do.” I answered, “I will show you, but if you want me to stop, I will. You are my beautiful date and I don’t want it to end badly.” She nodded, and I brought her back into me. I whispered into her ear, “First I am going to feel and caress your back and then I will take off your sweater and bra so that I can see you. Relax and enjoy.” I could tell she was tense as my hands went under her sweater and once again felt her back. My hands roamed up to her shoulders, then to the sides of her breasts, and down to her skirt. Several minutes went by as we kissed and I caressed her. On one of my down strokes I broke the kiss and stepped back as my fingers clutched the bottom of her sweater. I looked at her and quietly said, “Raise your arms Beth.” She did and I quickly pulled the sweater from her. I reached behind her and unclasped her bra. It fell to the floor and she stood there naked from the waist up. I was frozen; her breasts were beautiful. There were not large, but they jutted out from her chest without sagging. The small areolas encircled tiny nipples that were hardening to a point as I gazed at her. I said, “Beth, your breasts are so beautiful; you are beautiful.” I stepped forward and leaned over and kissed her breasts and then licked her nipples. She gasped. I looked up as if in question. She leaned over and kissed me hard. I asked, “Do you mind if we go to the bedroom? You will be more comfortable.” She nodded yes and I led her to Jenny’s bed. We stood at the foot of the bed and continued kissing. I caressed her back and then her breasts, occasionally taking her nipples between my fingers and lightly pinching them. Beth stood there accepting my assault, kissing me deeply whenever my mouth got close to hers. At times I heard a small moan or a sharp intake of breath. Without asking this time my hands went to the button and zipper on her skirt. I opened them and pulled her skirt down. Her hose came next leaving her in her white panties. I looked at her—seeing both anticipation and fear in her eyes—and pulled her panties down. I stood up and pulled her to me as she stepped over the clothes I had taken off her. We kissed. She put her arms around me and kissed again…hard. I stepped back and sat her on the edge of the bed facing me. Her eyes full of fear and lust and the unknown. My clothes came off quickly and I saw her look at my erection. Her eyes were large, but she said nothing. I approached the bed and said to her, “Lay back, get completely on the bed.” She did and lay there before me, completely naked, her legs slightly apart without knowing it. I gazed at her breasts and then down to her vulva which was covered with untrimmed hair. Her legs were long and firm. Finally I put one knee on the bed, straddled her--one hand on either side of her supporting my body above hers as my mouth began to assault her body. I started with her mouth and then her breasts. I moved slowly lower and reached her center. After several minutes of teasing her inner thighs I spread her labia and licked her soft wet sides. She whimpered…she moaned, “Oh god.” I could sense she was close as my tongue started to lick her clitoris. Her hips bucked up and I quickly put her legs over my arms; positioning her vagina, I entered her. She was very wet; she moaned as I gently penetrated her. I pushed entirely within her and started a rhythm of tease. Her head was tossing from side to side and then she screamed my name and her hips arched into me searching for more. She started to come; when I was sure, I let myself go; my sperm shot into her. Eventually her body ceased its pleasure seeking surging and became quiet. I pulled myself from her and lay beside her. I gently kissed her on the lips. She returned it limply still exhausted from her initiation into ‘adulthood.’ I gently moved her on her side facing away from her and moved close as two spoons in a drawer. We lay quietly; neither speaking. Finally Beth said, “That was all that I dreamed; it was wonderful!” My answer was to cup her breast and gently rub her nipples. I was tired; exhausted by the night of events and the love making, but I knew I could not go to sleep. That was her choice tonight, not mine. I asked, “Tell me what you felt…it’s important that we talk to each other.” She answered, “I was kissing you and then I knew my body was changing. When you touched my breasts the first time, I could feel my moisture go into my panties. I was so embarrassed when I was naked in front of you, but then you kissed my breasts. When you licked my nipples; I knew I couldn’t stop. Your…penis…went into me and I could feel it; it was wonderful, and then I felt it go deeper into me and somehow it felt as if it got bigger. Then all I wanted was to come. I didn’t care about you; I just wanted to come. It was fantastic. My fingers had gone lower as she was talking to me and I felt my fingertips reach her vulva. By touch I knew that I was close to her clit. My body moved into her ass and my prick searched for the opening. As I excited her, she shifted and I found her; I penetrated her vagina and as my fingers assaulted her clit, my penis went deep into her. In moments she came again with a scream…crying my name. I kissed her shoulders and hugged her, and with sleep overtaking me, I said, “You are so special.” It didn’t matter; she was asleep. In the morning I woke up as she slipped out of bed. I heard the toilet flush and she came back into the room. I rolled over, sat up, and said, “Good morning.” Beth stopped. Her hands started to go to her breasts and then to her pussy. She didn’t know what to cover. I said, “Beth, we did everything last night. I know your body and you know mine. Don’t hide it from me now.” She dropped her hands to her side and stood there. I continued, “Beth, your breasts are beautiful; your body is beautiful. We had a wonderful night together. Please don’t let it end up as some type of shame or guilt. Do you like sex?” She nodded. “Then remember how much you like it. I think we should take a shower together. Will you do that for me?” Beth said, “Yes.” We went into the bathroom and soaped and teased and penetrated each other for 30 minutes. We dried each other went into the bedroom; our clothes were everywhere. She started to put on her clothes and I said, “Beth, put on your panties; leave the rest so I can look at you. Your breasts, your ass, your stomach…let me see them.” We were starving. We searched Jenny’s kitchen and found bread and a toaster and honey. That was our breakfast. At one point I looked across the table and caught Beth’s eye and said, “Your body is beautiful, and your nipples are becoming hard again.” She grinned at me and put her hands behind her head to make her breasts jut out at me. I quickly said, “Don’t move,” as I grabbed the honey and squirted a large drop on each nipple. I licked her nipples until they honey was gone. She reached for me, now half aroused, but I stepped back and said that before I took her to the airport for her flight home, her tour guide had to take her on a walk through the zoo in Lincoln Park. The weather was perfect as we went from exhibit to exhibit…at every stop it seemed a good reason to kiss. The zoo was a nice place to walk and talk, but finally on a kiss Beth pulled me tightly to her body and said, “I want you to come into me again…I need to feel you.” And so round two began. The clothes came off as we entered Jenny’s apartment. I put Beth on top of me so that she controlled her own arousal. Her fingers guided me into her and as she engulfed all of me, she sighed. Our eyes locked into each other as her body started an up and down motion trying to create the friction necessary to turn on her body even more. I reached for her breasts and teased her nipples. Her eyes started to glaze and her body began to move faster and faster as her arousal took control of her. Suddenly she came; her body trying to take even more of me into her. Finally she collapsed on me; her breasts on my breasts and her tongue probing my tongue. It was early afternoon. One more shower together as she played with my body; her hands and fingers were everywhere. She was shy no longer. Finally we boarded the CTA which was Chicago’s rabid transit system and rode it to O’Hare airport. At the security check-in we held hands and talked. She had to go, but couldn’t go. We talked and then with one last kiss, she went through security and was gone. When I returned to my apartment, my voice recorder light was flashing. It was Jenny. She said, “Call me.” I called her and she answered, “Beth left me a message on my phone before she got on the plane. She said that she had the most wonderful time of her life; that you were wonderful; and that she could never thank me enough for introducing her to you.” I replied somewhat neutrally, “That was nice of Beth to say that. We really had a good time.” Jenny challenged, “And?” I replied, “And I am flying to Boston next weekend.” There was silence and Jenny started laughing; she finally said, “You owe me big time…don’t you?” I answered laughing, “I do, I do.”