11 comments/ 68045 views/ 7 favorites Marian Grows Up By: barnabus (M/F, Romance, non-consensual and consensual sex, first time.) SUBJECT: Marian, a 34-year-old virgin librarian, decides she wants to change her life style. WARNING: This is an adult story, containing sensitive material of a sexual nature. If you find such material offensive or are underage, do not read further, but please bypass this story for one more suitable for you. All characters in this story are original and belong to me. This is a work of fiction. This story is written for enjoyment and entertainment purposes only, and no commercial profit is expected to be made from it. Inspiration came from the opening chapters of OPEN SEASON, a book by Linda Howard. Except for the 'rape', birth control is used, and, of course, in 'real life' every reasonable adult should know that he or she should behave responsibly when participating in sexual activities and he or she wishes to avoid unwanted conception and the spread of disease. Marian Grows Up Marian folded her arms over her breasts and curled up in a ball. What had happened to the witty, intelligent, considerate man she had started the evening with? She felt terrible! This wasn't the glorious sweaty sex she wanted. It was never like this in the romance novels she had read! It was pure degradation! She felt like she had just been raped in a back alley! This was what she had wanted. But not like *THIS*! She was acutely aware of the wetness between her legs. His semen was seeping out of her. He hadn't used a condom and she hadn't had time enough to ask. She wondered if she would get pregnant. This could be a disaster! She heard him relieving himself. Then he returned to the door and stood staring at her across the darkened room. "There's blood! YOU WERE A *VIRGIN*?" It sounded like an accusation as much as a question. Marian nodded. "Don't tell me you're not on the pill!" he demanded. "Pill?" Marian asked, unsure of what he meant. Then she suddenly realized. Peter began swearing and moved quickly, dragging her from the bed and throwing her, nude, out into the hallway. "You're not going to nail me with your bastard!" He shouted as he gathered up her clothes to throw them after her, before slamming the door in her face. Flabbergasted, Marian mechanically put her clothes on. Her panties were still over one ankle, but she couldn't find her bra and realized it was probably still on the floor by the window. This should be a joyous, loving time, but she felt dirty, slimy, used, corrupted. Thank God she could use her own car to drive home! Quietly, she tried to slip out of the hotel, but she felt that the eyes of the desk clerk and all of the other hotel employees were following her, knowing what she had done, accusing her! Finally, she reached her car in the lot and put her key in the door lock. But before the door opened, she stared at her left, front tire. It was flat! She slipped into the driver's seat and began to cry. <<>> Chapter 3 – Clarence comes to help. Clarence was still fighting to keep awake as he pulled into the hotel parking lot. Marian's barely coherent phone call had roused him from a sound sleep. She had sounded so desperate that he had immediately promised to come and help her. Driving through the parking lot, he quickly saw her car, spotted the flat tire, and pulled up behind her. Leaving the motor running, he went to her window. Marian's unseeing eyes were glazed and staring forward. She was unmoving. Clarence tapped on the window, but she didn't seem to hear him. He tapped again, louder, and she stirred, looking at him. At first she didn't seem to recognize him. When recognition finally registered on her all but shut down brain, she unlocked the door of her car and stepped out of her car and moved to his car. "Do you want me to change the tire?" "No. Take me home" was her flat response. "But I can change it quickly," he responded. Suddenly, irrationally, she turned on him like a wild tiger and charged him, pounding her fists on his chest. "No! Take me home! Take me home! TAKE ME HOME! TAKEMEHOMETAKEMEHOMETAKEMEHOME!" punctuating each scream with her fists pounding ineffectually against his chest. Clarence captured her hands and promised her that he would take her home. He put her in the passenger seat of his car, and then quickly retrieved her keys and purse from her car. He pocketed her keys and put the purse in the back seat of his car. Without further words between them, he drove Marian home and led her, zombie-like, to her front door. Retrieving her keys from his pocket, he unlocked her door and led her inside. Once inside, she stood as if in a trance. Clarence observed the stain on her dress where she had been sitting. He also could smell the definite scent of semen. He whispered, "Marian, what happened?" She said nothing, but tears clouded her eyes "Were you raped?" With downcast eyes she shook her head, speaking as if she were reciting a verse. "No. I didn't have to go to his room with him. I could have left at any time. I took off my own clothes and got into bed with him by my own choice." "Marian!" Clarence burst out and moved to embrace her. "Don't!" She croaked. Immediately, she raised her hands in a defensive motion, almost as if she had to hold him at bay. Clarence hesitated, and after a moment, her defensive hands began to tremble, tears streamed from her eyes and she leaned into him, letting him enfold her into his arms as she began weeping again. Hugging Marian Close to him, Clarence received yet another shock as his hands pressing against her back held her close to him: she was not wearing a bra! And he had never seen Marian without a bra! There had always been the outline of a bra strap visible, or he could feel the bra if he put his hand on her back in the normal course of their interactions. She was *never without* a bra! He held her for a long time, saying nothing. Eventually, they sat on the sofa, but he kept her pressed against him, comforting her, until she finally began to relax. "I'll get a cool wash cloth to wipe your face, he offered, but as soon as he began to move, Marian clutched him against her. "No! Don't leave me! Please, don't leave me," she begged. "I'm just going to the other room. I'll be right back." Finally, she went to the bathroom with him, keeping her arms wrapped around his waist. As he was dampening the washcloth, Marian took a box from the cabinet. With the top down, Clarence seated her on the toilet seat and gently washed her face, cleaning off the smeared makeup and tears. Marian nuzzled the washcloth as it rubbed against her face. When Clarence finished and returned the cloth to it's place, Marian looked at him with bloodshot eyes. "What if I'm pregnant?" she asked. Not sure how to respond, Clarence whispered, "We'll have to wait to see what happens before we can worry about that." "I have some contraceptive foam," she said, looking at the box in her hand. "You're supposed to use that before. I suspect it's too late now." "Yes, it probably is, but if nothing else, it will improve my odds a bit." "How?" Clarence asked. He was uncomfortable with the subject matter, but pleased that she was talking and thinking rationally again. "Any sperm that's still in my vagina will be killed, so that they, at least, will no longer be able to impregnate me. Of course, the foam won't affect any sperm that has already left. But maybe it will improve my odds a little," and she turned her attention to the box in her hand, fumbling to open it. Unable to concentrate, she finally handed the box to Clarence asking him to do it. Clarence opened the box and found an applicator and a tube of spermicide. He read the instructions and filled the applicator before handing it to her. Marian saw that Clarence was blushing, and this pleased her. She was glad to know that she wasn't the only person who was embarrassed by her current situation. "Look the other way," she said. Clarence did. And after a moment, she said, "All right, you can look now." She was pulling her skirt down as she handed him the empty applicator, which, following the directions on the box, he rinsed in the sink and left to air-dry. Marian still had a dazed look on her face. She was *SO* thankful that she had a friend like Clarence who was looking after her and taking care of her. She was so numb by what she had experienced that evening that the enormity of the things she was demanding of him never occurred to her. And she had no conception of the depths of feeling that Clarence had that he would yield to all of her requests without question or comment. Looking down at her dress, she whispered, "I'm covered with . . . . with . . .him! I need a shower. Will you bring me a bathrobe and pajamas from my closet, please?" Clarence moved to obey, but immediately realized she was following him, still unwilling to be alone. She pointed to her robe, a new white terrycloth robe that she had purchased and that felt soft and comfortable, and the pajamas she wanted, and he handed them to her. Marian took his hand and led him back to the bathroom. Clarence tried to stop outside, but Marian held his hand firmly. "Please don't leave me alone," she begged. "I'm afraid to be alone." Clarence nodded, and hesitatingly helped her to undress, doing his best to keep his eyes averted. After removing her shoes, he unzipped her dress and slid it down her arms. She wasn't wearing a bra, although Clarence made no comment. Placing a towel over her shoulders he helped her out of her panties, her only remaining item of clothing. Before he set her panties aside, he noticed blood and a stiff, dried substance that he assumed was probably semen. Then he turned on the shower and helped her step into the stall, taking back the towel from her shoulders. Once again, she clutched his hand. "You won't leave me, will you?" Studiously, Clarence kept his eyes on hers as he shook his head and she closed the glass enclosure to the shower stall. He really wanted to be a 'boy scout,' but the temptation was too great. He stole a glance at the distorted shape that was clearly visible through the frosted glass. Quickly, he looked away, but his eyes were drawn back to her hazy shape behind the shower glass. Longingly, he gazed at her perfectly shaped breasts. Her breasts sagged ever so slightly, but he had to admit to himself that she looked AWFULLY good for a woman of her age, or any age, for that matter! He could see her nipples through the glass. Suddenly, her hand moved to the door and he quickly looked away as she peeked around the door to make sure he was still there. Returning to her shower, she scrubbed herself thoroughly, then stood in the steaming cascade until the water began to cool. Turning the shower off, she took the towel that Clarence had draped over the top of the shower stall and dried herself off. As she began to open the glass, Clarence was there with eyes averted, with her pajama tops, then bottoms. When she finally pulled the glass door open, he was waiting in the steam-filled room, sweat pouring from his face, with her bathrobe. She slid into the bathrobe and tied the belt around her waist. "Thank you," she whispered, truly appreciative of the care he was giving her. Once out of the shower, she took his arm and the two of them went to the sofa where he sat and she lay beside him, cradling her head in his lap. She held one of his hands as he gently stroked her head and face with the other, and she drifted into a fitful sleep. Whenever she began to have bad dreams, he gently woke her, and then encouraged her back into sleep. Marian Grows Up But what kind of husband would Clarence be? What kind of father? He was a Geek! But Marian remembered him reading stories to children in the library. And she had watched him as he taught children how to use the computer. He had infinite patience, even for the dumbest questions. Clarence might be a geek. But he would be a *good* father! "I want to marry you and I want to make love with you!" he reiterated. "And I want to kiss you!" He leaned into her and gently, but possessively kissed her. Marian barely had the presence of mind to close her lips before his lips met hers, but just barely made it. As he kissed her, she stiffened, but she didn't pull away. Neither did he. This was the first time he had ever kissed her. For all he knew, it might be the last as well, so he enclosed her in his arms and kissed her for all he was worth. After a moment, she gave a long, deep moan and melted into his arms, yielding to his kiss. Marian felt limp when their lips finally separated and she looked into his eyes. If looking into someone's eyes is looking into his soul, then she couldn't see the bottom. Marian gazed at the man who had just kissed her. And there seemed to be a beauty there that she had never seen before. He hadn't changed. Maybe she was just seeing him differently. "Will you accept me, even though I'm ... soiled merchandise?" she asked. "I might be pregnant with his child." Clarence nodded. "I love you! I will accept you *any* way you are." Then, with a smile, he added, "Of course, if you and I made love now and you got pregnant, it might be my child and not his." Embarrassed, Marian dropped her eyes. Marian didn't want to be pregnant with Peter's baby. But it was silly and irrational to think that screwing Clarence would reduce her chances of being pregnant from Peter. But somehow, the idea of being married to Clarence seemed natural to her. And even if they weren't married, being held by Clarence, sharing her life with Clarence, maybe even *sharing her bed* with Clarence, appealed to her tremendously at that moment. She certainly knew she could *trust* him. Did she *love* him? Or rather, was she *in love* with him? The ridiculousness of this thought embarrassed Marian. She had just gone to a hotel room with Peter, a man she didn't even know and had met only hours before, and let him *fuck* her! Yes, Peter had *fucked* her! It wasn't love making! There wasn't any kind of love involved! It was pure and simple *fucking*! And now, in her very next breath, she was worrying about Clarence and if she loved him! Love hadn't made any difference with Peter. Why should it with Clarence? But it *did* make a difference with Clarence! Was that because she cared him? Marian smiled to herself. Her connection with Clarence was so strong that she really didn't even have to ask herself that question.She loved him like a family member, like a brother, like an intimate colleague. But she didn't love him with passion. Passion with Clarence had never entered her mind. But she realized that he was not simply being noble, offering to marry her to give her baby a name. He *REALLY* was in love with her. But now that he had declared that he loved her and wanted to marry her, there was something stirring inside of her. Something that she didn't recognize. Did she want to make love with Clarence? Now? Did she want to go to bed with *anyone* right now? No! She didn't! She felt dirty, used, abused. And even a little sore, if truth be told. But there was always that old axiom: If you're learning to ride a bicycle and you fall off . . . Crudely, she thought that making love with Clarence might somehow wash away the experience, the humiliation, the *stain* of . . . *fucking* Peter. "I don't want sex right now," she whispered. "Just hold me. Please!" He held her, firmly but gently. His scratchy cheek pressed against hers. "If we lie down together, will you just keep on holding me?" she asked. "If that's what you want" he answered. Chapter 5. – Lying side by side Wordlessly she drew back. Standing, she took him by the hand and led him to her bedroom. Nervously, they lay, side by side on the bed and he put his arms around her and drew her to him. They were facing each other, holding each other close. She nestled her face into his chest and he kissed the top of her head. Marian was enormously comforted at being held by Clarence! Still holding her, he rolled to his back, one arm around her shoulders, the other hand resting on her breastbone. There was nothing stimulating about this hand, but it was awfully close to her breast. She was on her side facing him, one arm around him, hugging him to her. She lifted one knee over his to hug his leg with her heel. Her knee inadvertently brushed his groin and it registered on her that the lump she felt there was a very erect and very hard penis hidden beneath his pants. Quickly and (she hoped) unobtrusively, she moved her leg away from his groin. Again, he rolled toward her, facing her, but the hand on her breastbone didn't move. They kissed and held each other for a long time. His hand was still close to her breast. It would only take a slight movement for him to enclose her mound in his hand. But he didn't move. Marian rolled to her back, putting her free hand behind her head. Clarence nuzzled her neck, tickling her cheek with his hair. His bristly beard scratched her collarbone. Marian knew he was looking down over the mounds of her breasts, and she could feel that the lower portion of her robe had separated so that some of her leg was exposed. She didn't know if the separation extended up enough to reveal her panties, but the peaceful feeling of being held by Clarence was so pleasant that she didn't want to do anything that might break the mood. If he could see her panties, then that was okay with her. But at this thought, her heart began beating more rapidly, and her breathing became shallower. His hand moved from her breastbone. It only moved four inches and softly, gently settled on her breast. Marian gasped and drew her knees together, but made no effort to remove his hand. Clarence nuzzled her neck some more and kissed her shoulder as his fingers tightened around her breast and began a slow exploration. He made no effort to put his hand *inside* her robe. He was breaking the rules, but it didn't bother Marian. It excited her! Her breathing was shallow and rapid. He wasn't groping her like Peter had. He was . . . *petting* her . . . *caressing* her. It felt nice. She liked it! It was turning her on, even though she still didn't want to make love right now because of what Peter . . . . Peter was history! He had no place in her bed now. Now, the only person in her bed with her was Clarence, and Marian consciously banished Peter from her mind and her bedroom! Clarence found her nipple and rolled it between his fingers sending chills of excitement through her. With painstaking slowness, Clarence's hand left her breast and moved downward. Marian closed her eyes and held her breath until his fingertips *actually* reached her panties. With a loud exhalation, she knew that her panties WERE visible, and he had just found them. Again, he softly and gently stroked her. Her point of view: Clarence! She had known Clarence for a *long* time. Clarence had always been there for here, no matter what! He had always listened to her! And supported her. He had never pressured her. And never, before today, had he mentioned sex. ++ And now, although the subject of sex was on the table and he had obviously stated he wanted to have sex with her, he wasn't really pressuring her. If he had, she would have thrown him out! But Clarence respected her too much for that! She knew that! He had treated her with respect since the day they had met. It felt good to be so close to Clarence! Marian suspected she would be carrying scars of her encounter with Peter for years to come. But she was thankful she had Clarence with her. He was better than a doctor! If anyone could heal her hurts, it was Clarence! Once more, she thought of the child falling off of the bicycle. She took his hand in hers and drew it away from her pubis, bringing it to her face, pressing its palm to her lips. She paused to look at his long, slender fingers and his large palm. Suddenly, she remembered his shoes. They were enormous! Gigantic! Huge! She stole a quick glance at him and made a mental connection: 'big hands, big feet, . . . . b i g . . . . shoes (?) . . . . . . . . . . . . .' After a long hesitation,she kissed his hand again. "I think the next time I make love, I want it to be with someone who I care for, and who cares for me." She noticed Clarence took a slight intake of breath. After only the slightest hesitation, she added, "Clarence, do you want to make love to me? Now?" "I've already told you that I do!" There was no hesitation in Clarence's voice. Pressing his hand to her cheek, she continued, "You don't have to do this just for me . . ." A heavy sadness crossed Clarence's face. "It would be because I want to!" he reassured her. He wanted sex with her, and she wanted sex with him! Even though she felt rotten and turned off at the very thought of sex right now "Maybe we shouldn't," Marian stated on second thought. "I don't think I'll be very good . . . " "I think you spend too much time arguing!" Clarence observed and held her close. "Nobody's keeping score! I love you. Do you love me enough to make love with me?" Clarence drew her into a deep kiss. Ending the kiss he whispered in her ear, "Because I love you enough to want to make love with you for the rest of my life! I want to marry you, and make love with you and have children with you!" Marian was still ambivalent. But she consciously made her decision. Breaking out in an enormous smile, Marian burst out, "Oh, I love you, and . . . ." After a moment's hesitation, she added impulsively, "Yes! I love you! . . . And I want to make love with you! Even though we're not married!" "Will you marry me?" was Clarence's unhesitating response. "I love you. I want to marry you. I want to make love with you. If you like, we can wait until we're married. We can even get married today." "No, not ready to get married right now," she replied. "I need some time. But even though we're not married, I love you. I'll do whatever you want." Clarence drew back. "No. I won't demand anything of you. I'll ask you to marry me, but I won't demand sex or anything that you're not willing to give." "It's not like I'm a virgin, anymore," Marian countered. "I don't need to wait until my wedding night . . . not any more." (There were tears forming in her eyes.) "Then let today be your wedding night. With me." Marian gazed deeply into his eyes. After only the slightest hesitation, she added, "Clarence, will you make love to me, now? "But I want you to use a condom. And I want you to treat me like a virgin, because . . . emotionally, I am." Clarence dropped his eyes and said, "I'm afraid I don't have a condom," he apologized. A 'cat-ate-the-canary' looks spread across Marians face. Kissing him, she sat up saying, "I think we can work something out". Clarence sat up also, and Marian whispered, conspiratorially in his ear, "I have a box." Seeing the astonished look on Clarence's face, she frowned and asked, "Are you sure you want to?" "I do!" Clarence exclaimed. "I really do!" "Then what's the problem?" Marian asked. "It's my first time . . . " Now it was Marian's turn to look astonished! Clarence was older than she was, not much, but he was older. Seeing her reaction, Clarence stammered, "But, I . . . I'll . . . I . . ." Clarence swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "I'll try to treat you like a virgin, but I really don't know how." Again embarrassed, he dropped his eyes. "I'm a virgin, too! For real!" How could a man in his thirties still be a virgin, Marian wondered. And suddenly, it dawned on her that of all people, *she* should know the answer to that question. She took his head between her hands and smiled. "That's sweet!" she whispered and gently kissed him on the lips. Her heart fluttered. She *really* wanted to make love with him! "It's okay." Seeing doubt and worry in his eyes, she assured him, "It really is!" She moved to the dresser, opened a drawer, took out a box of condoms and tossed it to a very startled Clarence. Marian fumbled in her medicine cabinet and in a moment, she returned handing him a razor and some shave cream. "You shave in the kitchen while I get ready. I'll meet you back here. Don't get lost." Then she took a box from a bottom drawer marked "VS", she stole a glance at Clarence who was watching her avidly. She stepped into the bathroom, pantomimed a kiss in his direction and closed the door behind her. She put on the Victoria Secret lingerie: a black wrap-around teddy with three satin bows a satin belt and matching black satin panties. It was somehow both modest but provocative, both shy but sexy. She had carefully chosen it to avoid the 'sex for sale' image that so often comes with Victoria's Secret items. Her tongue flickered across her lips. <<>> Chapter 6. – Love grows . . . and fumbles In keeping with her innate modesty, Marian resisted the temptation to throw open the door and present herself with a fanfare. Instead, she put on her white, terrycloth robe, cinched it at the waist, but carelessly left the top loose to reveal the teddy beneath. Quietly, she reentered the bedroom. There was a very nervous Clarence sitting on the bed. His shiny face was freshly shaved, but he had nicked his chin. His shirt was unbuttoned and his shoes off, but otherwise, he was fully clothed. "It looks like one of us is overdressed," Marian observed with an understanding smile. Stepping up to him, she gently lifted the shirt from his shoulders and slid it down his arms. Leaving his t-shirt in place, she knelt before him and started to unbuckle his belt. Snapping out of his trance, Clarence took over the job, while Marian removed his stockings. When Clarence was reduced to his t-shirt and boxers (which sported an enormous bulge), Marian slipped the robe from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, enjoying the wide-eyed scrutiny she received from Clarence as he was subjected to the full impact of the teddy. Marian was pleased! She liked the look on his face. And she was amazed that her appearance could have such an impact on a man! The teddy had been a good choice! The diaphanous material was almost transparent, veiling everything, but also revealing everything. There was a flower appliqué pattern embroidered into the material that obscured all the strategic places. Again she took his face between her hands and gently kissed him before lifting the covers for him to slide into her bed. Immediately she followed, lying on her back with her hands primly folded over her waist. Tentatively, Clarence caressed her cheek and she closed her eyes, enjoying his touch. He bent over her, kissing her as his hand slowly, tentatively found her breast and stroked it. Clumsily Clarence untied the bows and belt on the teddy and pushed the black satin material to the side exposing one bare breast. Marian held her breath. This was a moment she had dreaded! One of her nipples was malformed. It looked like a bite had been taken out of it, making it lopsided. She had always been extremely self-conscious about this, and, in fact, this had been one of the reasons she had been so 'old maidenly'. She had always been afraid that when a man saw her nipple he would either laugh at her, or turn away in disgust or . . . . or . . . or something! Clarence drew the black satin back exposing the other breast. And, indeed, after surveying both of her breasts appreciatively, Clarence's eyes focused on the irregularly shaped nipple. With trepidation, Marian was afraid to move, fearfully awaiting his judgment as he studied her deformity, the import of which was growing exponentially as she waited for his reaction. She had held her breath for so long, she was sure she was turning blue when, finally, he cast his verdict. He bent down and kissed the nipple! A great gasp of relief escaped from Marian! And he kissed the nipple again, and began nibbling on it sending astonishing sensations flashing through Marian. And he began to suck on the nipple! Then he moved to the other nipple as Marian raised her hands to steady her breasts, presenting them to him. He kissed his way down her belly and hooked a finger within her panties, pulling them downward. Marian cooperatively lifted her hips to aid him as her panties slid downwards and the cool air gently caressed her private parts. She allowed him to slide her panties over her heel and watched as Clarence threw them to the side. Once her panties were gone, there was a pause, and Marian glanced down to see what was the delay. Quickly she averted her eyes. Clarence had removed his boxers and was rolling a condom over his large, pulsing male organ. Moments later, he moved up beside her, gazing at her. Marian expected Clarence to roll on top of her and quickly take her like Peter had. After all, that was the way it happened, wasn't it? When it didn't happen, she looked at him. His eyes were infinitely gentle, gazing at her. He wasn't touching her, and indeed wore a worried expression. Why was she beginning to feel wet . . . down . . . there . . .? Poor Clarence! He was living his fantasy of the past ten years. It had been that long since he had fallen in love with Marian. He had dreamed of taking her in his arms. More than once, he had masturbated, recreating a fantasy of his winning Marian, or conquering her, or Marian willingly yielding herself to him. And then, last night he had been in the same bathroom with her, prepared the applicator of contraceptive foam for her, knowing what she did with it (from the pictures on the box). He had helped her undress, watched her through the frosted shower door and had sat up all night cradling her fitful head in his lap. This morning, he had seen her naked as she dried off from her shower, had held her and comforted her as she cried. They had kissed and he had lain beside her and had touched her, and now, she was his for the taking. But everything leading up to this moment had raised him to a constantly higher state of excitement, and his body would not wait for fulfillment, his is body would not delay it's culmination, it would not be forestalled! It simply refused to postpone its release any longer. He was poised on the cusp of orgasm, and he feared that his body simply wouldn't wait for any sort of satisfactory union with Marian! "Do you want me to stop?" he asked, "I'm afraid," she admitted. "But, no, I don't want you to stop." He had almost been praying she would tell him to stop or wait before he disgraced himself! He was using everything he could imagine, every thought game to try to dampen his body's ardor. But she didn't tell him to stop! Clarence was trembling! Trembling all over! Manfully trying to fulfill his masculine obligations, he moved on top of her and began pressing toward her. But somehow he wasn't lined up right. He was at the very entrance of her sex, but he couldn't get in! Marian felt like she was the older, the more experienced of the two of them. Well, maybe she was! After all, she had had sex once, that made her one to Clarence's zero. Marian most certainly did not want to take the lead! But she was willing to help! Marian Grows Up She reached between them to guide him to the right place. Her eyes widened as she felt him. Big hands, big feet . . . but he was humongous! Fearfully, she tried to lead him to her opening. As his penis spread her lips, poor Clarence simply lost the battle! His poor body would not be put off any longer . . . the deep tingling spreading from his nipples through his quivering belly to his testicles . . . the pressure he'd been fighting to control for so long poured from his balls to the tip of his penis and he lost all control of his overly-stimulated body . . . He climaxed! Confused, Marian felt him stiffen and he began spasming in her hands! Surprised, she pulled her hand away, and frantically, he tried to force his way into her, but was utterly unsuccessful. Totally out of control, his orgasm ran its useless, frustrating course. Panting, disheartened, he clutched her to him. "I'm sorry, Marian, I . . . . I ... I . . . " "It's all right, Clarence!" she reassured. "It's all right . . . ." She wrapped her arms around him and held him to her, feeling his distress. She had read enough books in the library to realize what had happened. "But . . . but you . . . " Marian could almost hear tears forming in Clarence's voice. "It's all right!" she said again. "Hold me, Clarence. Just hold me." Marian grunted as Clarence's arm tightened desperately around her, almost squeezing the breath out of her, but she didn't say anything. The two held each other tightly as Clarence's breathing returned to normal. "I've . . . I've . . ." Marian nodded, and extremely self-consciously, Clarence rolled to the side to dispose of the used condom in an ashtray on the nightstand, and sat up. Marian rose and sat behind him, putting her arms around his shoulders and pulling him back against her bare breasts. She whispered in his ear, "Get out another condom. I think we're going to need it in a little while." Discouraged, Clarence did as he was told, and Marian drew him back on the bed with her. They faced each other, arms entwined and said nothing for a long time, occasionally kissing. "I guess you were in too much of a hurry!" she whispered. After a long hesitation, Clarence responded, "I guess I was." Marian pulled the two of them together so that their bodies were in contact from their chests to their thighs. She felt a satisfying stirring in his loins. "Next time, don't start without me!" she teased. Clarence stirred some more, but even more importantly, she felt him smile. "I'll do my best!" he teased back. And the two of them held each other tightly. Marian gently wrapped a leg around him as she felt him continue to grow and his penis gradually erected itself between her thighs and eventually began pressing against her perineum. They separated and their hands began roaming again and kisses became more frequent and passionate. Marian was impatient, but she knew that the male body has to work on its own timetable. "Can we try again?" Clarence asked timidly. "Oooohhh, yes. Pleeeease!" was Marian's immediate answer. Again, Clarence fumbled to get the condom in place. Marian suspected that the problem might somehow be attributable to a lack of lubrication on her part. So while he was distracted, surreptitiously she squeezed a dollop of lubricant onto her fingertips and quickly spread it over the entrance to her love canal, even pressing some of it into her passageway. As soon as he was protected, she pulled him over her, bending her knees to permit him between her thighs. She helped him enter her and once he passed her outer lips, he proceeded with infinite slowness, which made Marian impatient, but also grateful. She felt him moving into her slowly, and although she noticed her sensitivity as he passed the remains of her maidenhead, she felt only the slightest tinge of pain. Suddenly, he thrust hard, causing both of them to gasp and hold their breath. Reflexively, Marian tightened; then forced herself to relax, not wanting to interfere with him in any way or offer any resistance. She consciously opened herself to the sudden intrusion of his manhood as his presence filled her well-lubricated orifice. Clarence gasped as, for the first time in his life, he entered a woman with intimate sexual contact. Once Clarence was satisfied that he was not about to repeat the same abortive performance he had given a few minutes earlier, he began to relax and tried to press a little deeper. It was difficult and instinctively, he backed off for a moment and felt the lubrication spreading which permitted him to easily press deeper into her. He paused and looked at Marian. She was looking back at him with enormous love-filled eyes. They were the startling blue eyes that he knew so well, filled with surprise, a little fear, and a great deal of wonder. Their eyes locked and both felt a simultaneous outpouring and receiving of love from the other. Suddenly concerned, Clarence asked, "Am I hurting you, Marian?" "A little," she admitted, honestly. Immediately, Clarence started backing out, but Marian grabbed his hips halting his withdrawal. "No! Don't stop! . . ." She felt him relax a bit. "I don't want you to stop!" Clarence withdrew a bit and pressed deeper, almost hilting himself. Vaguely he was aware that Marian had raised her hips to meet his thrust, which both pleased him and excited him at the same time. It wasn't simply a matter of him taking her, but rather a mutual giving of each to the other. Marian grunted, almost as if his thrust into her was forcing the breath out of her. "You're so big . . .!" Again he hesitated and she grasped his hips. When he relaxed, she stroked his face with one hand. "I'll tell you if it's too much or if it hurts more than I can bear." "Promise?" Marian smiled and took his face between both of her hands and kissed him. "I promise!" Marian could see the relief on Clarence's face as this concern was lifted from his shoulders. And she anticipating his next thrust, she lifted her hips to meet him, gasping. It felt like he was so long he was about to bump her tonsils! And thick! But her body was stretching to accommodate him and the discomfort was almost gone, rapidly being replaced with the satisfaction that she and Clarence were actually making love! And, in any case, the pain hadn't been nearly as bad as what she had experienced the night before! She loved Clarence! She was *IN LOVE* with Clarence. The little bit of pain she had experienced was at worst a minor annoyance when compared with the satisfaction of making love with someone who really mattered! Marian and Clarence had been close friends for years! But now there was an intimacy that she had never felt with him before! With Clarence, she didn't feel like she was being ripped in two . . . And she didn't feel as if the two of them were becoming one . . .But the two of them were simply drawing closer to each other, as if they were connecting, emotionally as well as physically! Maybe they were simply merging together. They had become lovers! She was thankful for the lubricant she had applied . . . she suspected everything would be less comfortable without it. But nothing was happening for her . . . she didn't think she was headed toward orgasm . . . but she felt intimacy, intense intimacy with Clarence! "Does it still hurt?" Clarence asked, breaking away from his own pleasure by sheer force of will to express his concern for Marian. "No!" Marian panted. Clarence thrust again, eliciting a gasp from his partner. "I'm in as deep as I can go!" Gasping, Marian wrapped her legs around him. "That's where you belong!" she grunted as they thrust together. "That's where I . . . uuuhhh . . . want to keep you! . . . Uuuhhh!" Marian pushed Clarence's t-shirt upward until she felt the electricity of her naked breasts pressing against his bare chest. She gave a satisfied sigh as flesh came into contact with flesh! She definitely was not frozen! To be sure, she was untried. And as she gained confidence, she would be an excellent partner in bed. It was true, she was no longer a virgin, but she was quickly gaining experience with Clarence, with *her man*! And if her reactions were any indication, she would soon be developing into a most satisfying playmate that any man, especially Clarence, could desire. Clarence was speeding up! And he was growing bigger, if that was possible, and Marian suspected he was approaching a climax. This was his first time! He was a virgin! Marian wanted it to be good for him! She wanted to do everything for him that she could! During the past 24 hours he had been so good to her, now, she wanted to be good for him! So she threw herself into thrusting her hips against his. "Oh, yes! Yes! Yesss. . .. . . " Clarence whispered in time with each thrust and as she met each plunge. She lifted her hips, meeting his thrusts and she could immediately feel his reaction as he gave a satisfied moan. She began raising her hips to him, meeting his plunges and she felt him holding her tighter, moaning intensely, whispering her name with each thrust! She must be doing something right! He came again, this time deeply within her. It was an unbelievable climax. It was the biggest climax he could remember! Her reaction was especially rewarding to his male ego! She bucked against him, whispering his name, as she felt him come inside her. She reveled as she felt him spasming within her. Not only could she see the satisfaction in her man's face (yes, she was thinking of him as *her* man), but also she felt a joy in receiving the evidence of his love within her, even if a condom separated it from her! How different this was from her experience with Peter! Peter had *fucked* her. Clarence had *made love* with her! Marian loved making love! But she didn't like being fucked! "You know, its true," Clarence gasped, clutching Marian close to him. "It really is better when you have company!" Chapter 7. – Love at last As both of them regained their composure from their lovemaking, once again, Clarence rolled to the side and discarded the used condom. Freed from Clarence's weight on her, Marian clutched the teddy around her. Clarence was quick to wrap his arms around her, drawing her tightly against him. She snuggled against him as both enjoyed the pressure of the other's body so closely held. Eventually, their ardor cooled and their grasp around each other relaxed while both enjoyed the simple touch of the other's closeness. "I've only been thinking about me, feeling sorry for myself," Marian murmured into his chest. "I need to start thinking about you! About US!" Wiggling free from his grasp, Marian sat up and turned her back to Clarence. "This teddy is itching me. Will you help me take it off?" Of course Clarence was glad to be of assistance. Suddenly he realized he was sitting beside Marian holding her last bit of clothing in his hands. The bedclothes lay loosely over their legs, not really concealing anything! She turned back to him, her hands clasped demurely in her lap, and he couldn't help but gawk at her bare breasts. With Peter, Marian had tenaciously kept possession of her panties. But with Clarence, she truly wanted to be NAKED for him! He had seen her worst feature, the malformed nipple, and it hadn't even merited mention from him. Now, she wanted him to be able to see her. All of her! She didn't want to hide anything from him. Without commenting, she took hold of his t-shirt and drew it upward. He lifted his arms and she slit it over his head and threw it aside. Now, they were both completely unclothed! She had read in a novel about a couple who had spent the first several years of their married life learning about the other person and how to make love with his or her partner. And years later, the effort had paid off. Even in bad times, they still had good sex! Marian wanted that! She wanted that with her husband! And Clarence would probably be her husband! Obviously it was never too early to start learning! Peter's image flashed before her eyes. Although she doubted she would ever see Peter again, she suspected his image might be with her for years: His calculating taking of her virtue, his brutal theft of her virginity, his vicious and thoughtless treatment when he threw her out. All of it was unnecessary! If she had simply followed her instincts and left, nothing would have happened. But then if nothing had happened, she wouldn't be willingly giving herself to Clarence! If Peter had shown a little courtesy and concern for his partner, everything might have been different. "I don't want to talk any more right now," she announced. She reached over to the nightstand and picked up the condom box. "Right now," she continued handing a condom to Clarence, "I want you to show me how much a man can love a woman!" She pushed the bed sheet away, exposing both of them, and it was her turn to gawk at his manhood that was already beginning to rise at the exposure of her naked body. Marian reached out toward his penis, then paused. "May I?" she asked, almost coyly. Clarence nodded, dumbly. Marian grasped Clarence's penis gently in her hand tentatively beginning her exploration of his maleness. He quivered in her hand and began growing. Then her eyes rose to his as she gently squeezed him. "Will you show me how to touch you? And what you like?" Again, looking down at his rapidly rising manhood, she concluded, "I want to learn how to please you!" Raising her eyes go meet his, she continued, "And maybe you'll show me how to put a condom on you." This was the beginning of a new day! And the two of them would never be the same again! The End