2 comments/ 48321 views/ 5 favorites The Late Starter By: The Late Starter But the likelihood of that happening was receding and in fact it was Julia who took the next step, unbuttoning the rest of the overall buttons herself. It was her intention to give Jon the room and opportunity to play with both of her breasts, and she hadn't quite realised that she was offering up more possibilities than that. For his part Jon assumed she was undressing, and as the last of the buttons parted he placed his hands either side of her neck and gently pushed the overalls from her shoulders, leaning forward again as he did so to plant another soft kiss on her nape as they slid free. Her overalls were now draped around her waist, held in place only by their arms still fastened at Julia's wrists. But more was to follow. No sooner had her overalls slipped down her arms than she felt a pull on her bra and it too was falling onto her wrists. "Oh, Jon." Her surprise was evident. Julia looked down at herself, seeing her body naked to the waist with most of her clothing now only held by her arms. She felt a momentary alarm, but then Jon's hands came around her and cupped her naked breasts, hiding them from sight and giving her the pleasure she had wanted. "Oh, Jon." She said again, this time breathing the words softly as she leaned her head back against him and felt for the fastenings around her wrists. Unfastening her overalls Julia shook her arms, letting her clothing fall free so that it fell from her body and pooled around her ankles. Then she whipped her headscarf away and let her hair cascade around her shoulders. Now all she was wearing were her white panties and the incongruous canvas deck shoes that she had put on for working in. "You are beautiful." Jon told her. "And you are telling fibs." She replied. "But thank you anyway." "It's true!" He protested, gently squeezing her breasts "Even if it was, you can't see enough to tell from there." She asserted, knowing how limited his view of her must be from over her shoulder. "I can you know." She could hear a grin riding the voice in her ear. "Look across, just beside the window." She did as she was told, her head swivelling about forty-five degrees and already guessing and dreading what she would see. It was true. There leaning against the wall at just the right angle was the large wall mirror that they had moved earlier, and framed within it was their combined image from the knees up. She gazed silently in disbelief and deep embarrassment. It was very nice to feel his hands on her body, but to see it and to know that he could see it too was mortifying. He had also, she realised with a jolt, seen the image of her naked breasts until he had covered them with his hands. "Oh, my Lord. What must you think of me?" She gasped. "I've told you, I think you're beautiful." Julia was far from convinced. She stood gazing at the mirror, her eyes seeing a lively, well muscled, tousle haired young man in jeans and a tee-shirt and wearing a wide infectious grin holding a thin, pale, mousey haired, older woman before him, she wearing granny knickers and with his hands completely covering her little breasts. How could it be that he thought her beautiful and wanted her? "Oh, Jon," She made to pull up her overalls but he held her firm, not letting her bend. "Just look at us, see how gorgeous we look together." He encouraged her. "You might, I just look tired." She needed reassurance. In her heart she knew that she was not ugly, but she was just scared that such a fit young man was teasing her, telling her what she wanted to hear while secretly laughing. He took his hands from her breasts and placed them on her hips, pulling her close. She gasped, partly from having her breasts exposed to view and partly from the erection she felt pressing against her bottom through his jeans. "Now look at yourself, you have a perfect figure. It's fabulous just to look at you, and I think you know I'm telling the truth." She knew this was an oblique reference to his arousal and she smiled back at his reflection. Without warning Jon slipped his thumbs under the waistband of her panties and began to push them down. Julia instinctively grabbed at his wrists, stopping him before more than just the first few curly pubic hairs had come into view. "No, Jon. I can't do that." She said it without anger, but he recognised the finality in her voice and removed his thumbs. "I'm sorry, but you do look beautiful and I just wanted to see all of you." "You're going too quickly for me." She told him with the tacit promise of a later date. He noticed too that she didn't feel the need to pull her panties back up into place. They stood silent and unmoving, both looking at their combined reflection. He was drinking in her beauty, gazing at a mischievous little face, beautiful perky breasts, a washboard flat stomach, wide feminine hips and perfect unblemished skin, and wondering again why she should ever feel shy or uncertain about herself. Julia, on the other hand was thinking how unfair it was that she was nearly stripped naked, but her was still fully dressed. He must, she thought, look fantastic in the buff and it was on her lips to ask him to undress. All that stopped her was the belief that such a request would be taken as a come on. That train of thought reminded her of the clothes still around her ankles. "Just a minute, Jon." She knelt down to untie her laces and take off her shoes. That task completed she stood back up, stepped from her clothes and kicked them all to one side. Standing now in just her panties, she felt dry mouthed and very daring. "That's as far as I think I can go." She told him truthfully. "Thank you." He gripped her shoulders gently but firmly and turned her to face the mirror square on, returning to his position behind her. "Now tell me you don't look good?" He challenged her and she was forced to agree, nodding as she leaned back to look up at him. "Now watch." She obeyed his instruction, watching the man in the mirror place his hands back under his woman's breasts and cup them gently. Still watching, she saw him lean forward to kiss her neck and she tilted her head to one side to let her hair fall away, feeling the feather gentle touch of Jon's on her neck. In the mirror Jon began to mould and manipulate her breasts, letting her nipples, long and hard now, protrude from between his massaging fingers. He squeezed and pulled on them, letting her feel the pleasure that such use can give, and fanning the small flame of arousal that flickered in her belly. She didn't quite know what to do with her hands, having resisted the temptation to place them over his in case he took it as a limitation on his movements, and so finally she reached behind her, holding the sides of his body and pulling him towards her. Once again she felt his manhood press against her and a wish that it might be within her instead flitted, quick and fleeting, through her astonished mind. Her heart was beating faster, her mouth was dry and her breathing was getting to be just a little ragged, but of all the new sensations she was feeling, by far the best was the warmth that seemed to be generated inside her pelvis and radiate from between her legs. She didn't yet know it, but she was feeling the first indistinct stage of her very first orgasm. Jon kissed her neck again, nuzzling against it then running tender lips over her skin, followed by the tentative tip of his tongue, while all the while his hands and fingers played with her breasts. She kept her head tilted and sighed softly at his touch, still gazing at the figures in the mirror. Then, even as she watched, one of the mans hands moved from her breast to her stomach, reaching lower until it's little finger brushed against the little tuft of curly hair that still protruded above her panties She gasped with pleasure and excitement. How far would he go? How far would she let him go? Jon paused, waiting for the unspoken consent that her continued silence would imply, still nuzzling at her neck and kneading her breast with one hand, while keeping the other perfectly still with it's finger nestling among the first frizz of her bush. She remained quiet, giving him tacit permission to continue, her breathing telling him of her increasing excitement. Slowly, tentatively, he hooked one finger after the other under her panties, until his hand lay inside them, resting on her pubes, so nearly, but not quite, touching her womanly parts. She stood, her legs now planted just a little apart in unconscious invitation, and waited for him to continue, knowing that he would and wanting him to. This was as far as she had ever let Nigel go, but she was silently willing Jon on, hoping that he would touch her more intimately and praying that neither his nerve nor hers would desert them. His hand crept down, the fingertips now just, and only just, reaching the top of her cleft, then going a little further until the first joint was hooking them slightly as they probed down between her legs. She groaned with pure excitement, hardly able to contain herself, wanting but dreading that first investigation of her body that she knew was going to come. Now his hand was reaching as deep as it could into her panties, his fingers at full stretch between her legs, pushing their way between her flesh and her underwear, trying to gain access to her most private parts. She shifted her feet and bent her legs slightly to let her thighs move apart and to let him reach her, still gripping his sides with her own hands, her fingers digging into him through his tee-shirt in her excitement. She felt his forefinger wriggle its way between her labia, probing into her cleft. Oh God, she thought, would her try and get his finger to penetrate her vagina, would he come up against her now troublesome virginity? How was she going to tell him? What was she going to tell him? His finger slid along her cleft, and she was surprised at how slippery she had become and the ease with which he moved. Another finger joined the first, delving into her wetness, investigating her but without invading her. She wondered why, until it came to her that he simply couldn't reach far enough from that angle to penetrate her. Pleased that her secret was still safe for the moment she relaxed and let pleasure at his touch wash over her. His two fingers were slowly stroking the inside of her cleft, confined by the pressure of her panties to a simple fore and aft movement, but still creating the unfamiliar feelings of gentle sexual stimulation. Her body was responding, making her wetter and more slippery and making her already engorged nipples into little bullets. Julia closed her eyes in a kind of rapture, but then, wanting to see herself in the mirror she lazily opened them, just as his fingers first encountered her clitoris, rubbing it briefly as they went past. The bolt of pure ecstasy that this touch generated made her body jerk, her eyes fly wide and her mouth gasp loudly. "Are you okay?" Jon asked, not quite sure of her reaction. "Oh, yes. That was wonderful. I'm not sure what you did, but do it again." Jon went back to her clitoris and rubbed at it again, and again. Julia gasped and groaned. "Oh my Lord. That's unbelievable. Please don't stop." Jon smiled at the woman in the mirror who stared back at him with wonder on her face. Her gaze went from the reflection of his face down to where his hand moved beneath her panties and back again, watching him play with her and then searching his face for signs of disappointment at what he was doing. She saw none, Jon was happy just to touch her, taking pleasure from giving it as he always did. He was a selfless lover by nature, content to give his partner fulfilment before thinking of his own, the very opposite of her former husband. Inside her panties Jon had separated his two fingers, sliding one to either side of her clitoris, trapping the little nub between them and starting to play with it in earnest. He did everything the restrictions of her underwear would let him, rubbing her, squeezing her, nipping and pulling at her, and then putting his fingertips over the end of her clit and rubbing down hard, as if to press it back into her body. Julia groaned and writhed under his touch, her unintelligible throat sounds punctuated with the occasional 'oh' of surprise as pleasure turned momentarily to ecstasy. She was now trembling again, but this time from pure stimulation, the ethereal warm feelings that his touch had generated inside her had come together and coalesced, adding fuel to the tiny flame of sexual arousal in her pelvis. The flame was now burning brighter, a centre of heat located in the depths of her womb, growing stronger and hotter all the time. She felt like a volcano under pressure and ready to erupt, just waiting for that last ounce of stimulation that would make her body explode in orgasm. She was not used to feeling so aroused, so close to being out of control, and it bothered her. Always anxious, she worried that she would do or say something that would diminish her in Jon's eyes, something that would destroy his desire for her. But she was unable to do anything about it, carried along on a wave of need as new to her as it was powerful. Suddenly the fire within her was unrestrained, bursting into torrents of white hot pleasure that flooded through her whole being like tidal waves, leaving muscles turned to jelly in their wake. She shook and jerked under fingers that generated unimagined pleasure in her clitoris and then distributed it throughout her body. She watched herself in the mirror, knowing that she was seeing a new Julia, a sexual Julia, and a Julia in the throes of a full blooded climax. The image and the knowledge only served to add to her excitement and send more waves of rapturous pleasure surging through her. She felt herself quite literally going weak at the knees from the effects of her orgasm, slumping as her legs turned to water, and being held up only by Jon's arm around her chest, the hand gripping her breast as if to hang her up on it. It hurt, but somehow that didn't matter, just sending more sensations to her overloaded nervous system. She groaned, gasped, cried out, called his name, and then, finally, when it was over, she burst into tears. She sank to her knees in front of him, sliding through his arms and breaking free to kneel with her head hanging, her hands beside her, and her tears falling onto her legs. Immediately he was kneeling beside her, his arm around her shoulder, his concerned face peering into hers. "Are you all right? Was it me? Did I do something?" She almost laughed at his abject concern. Oh, yes, he did something alright, but not in the way he was thinking. She sniffed and wiped her tears away with the back of her hand, nodding to him with eyes still averted. "It's okay. I'm alright." His arm stayed around her and he stroked her forehead, brushing away her hair. After a few minutes, tears over, she looked up at him. "I just 'came', didn't I?" She asked him. He nodded, bewildered. "I think so." "I've never 'cum' before." She confessed, averting her gaze again. He looked at her blankly, not quite able to take it in. She smiled weakly. "Thank you." She said. For several more minutes they remained kneeling together silently, he just softly stroking her hair and she regaining her breath and equilibrium. Abruptly, as if suddenly returning to life, she turned to face him and looked straight into his eyes. "Would you like to go all the way with me, you know.... Do you want to do it properly with me?" She couldn't quite bring herself to verbalise her needs. "You mean...?" He felt oddly constrained. "Yes! Will you?" She sounded almost pleading, but then she dropped her gaze once more. "Because if you want to, so do I. But there is something I need to tell you." She turned her head away in shame. "You see, I've never... I'm still..." She swivelled her face back to look at him and blurted out. "I'm still intact." For a moment her unusual phrasing confused him, but then he understood, even though he was baffled at the admission. "But I thought you'd been married?" "I was, but he wasn't much of a husband." A little unfairly she placed the whole blame on his absent shoulders. "Oh." He said and then fell silent. He was quiet for so long that she thought she had overstepped the mark or misread unfamiliar signals, until he spoke again. "Of course I do." He answered the now distant question. "I'd love to, but are you sure?" "I'm nearly thirty-seven. Don't you think it's time?" There was bitterness in her voice; engendered by the pleasure she now lamented waiting for. "I'm sorry." She said, instantly regretting her remark. She climbed to her feet and turned to face him, and then taking a step back to give herself room, she took hold of her panties and slid them down, stepping from them and dramatically throwing them into the far corner of the lounge. Still facing him, but now completely naked, she placed her hands on her hips and let his astonished gaze roam over her body. "I now this will sound corny, but I don't know how else to put it." She announced, and then took a deep breath. "Take me, I'm yours!" She giggled nervously at her own pronouncement, and he joined in, until they were both laughing helplessly, dispersing the nervous tension that had grown between them. When the laughter subsided Jon stood and, without speaking, hauled his tee-shirt over his head. A surge of relief and delight ran through Julia. "Let's go upstairs." She whispered, and took his hand to lead him to her bedroom. Jon followed her with a mix of excitement and trepidation. He longed to make love with her, but, truth to tell, he had never been to bed with a virgin of any age and he wasn't quite sure how to make it work. One thing he was sure of, he intended that both of them would enjoy it, because only that way could he be reasonably sure of a repeat. Climbing the stairs behind Julia he was pleased at how well proportioned she was. Yes, she was slim, perhaps a little too slim, but her bottom was as beautifully rounded as her stomach was flat, and she gave the general impression of being physically quite fit. He watched her climb the stairs fascinated, just catching a glimpse of her pussy at each step, imagining that he could see it glistening with arousal, even though he knew that he could not. He wanted her badly. She was, as he had already declared, a beautiful and very desirable woman. Once in the bedroom Julia stopped and turned to face Jon. "Just so that you know." She told him. "I really want this to happen, even if I do chicken out. And don't worry about contraception; you don't need it with me." Jon nodded, unsure of what to make of that remark. He knew she wanted him from her earlier reactions and as he wasn't the sort of guy who worried too much about contraception anyway, placing that firmly in the woman's domain, and as he was pretty certain that she was free of any nasties, he just shrugged mentally and started to unfasten his belt. "Can I do that?" Julia asked, and he stood before her spreading his arms out of the way so that she might undress him, just kicking off his loafers beforehand. She dropped to her knees in front of him, as if worshipping at his alter of lust, and unhooked his belt. The button holding his jeans gave her a little trouble, until he sucked in his waist, and then it popped free, leaving just his zip holding them up. She paused at this point, looking up at him and smiling, and then reached up to run her hands through the hair on his chest and down over a distinct six-pack to his waist. "I think you are the beautiful one." She told him, making him redden at the unexpected compliment. The Late Starter She tugged at his zip, hearing the little buzz that heralds its movement, and peeled back his jeans. Dark blue boxers covered his erection but without hiding its extent. Julia caught her breath, not used to the size of a full on erection. She pulled down his jeans, helping him step from them, his hand steadying him on her shoulder and giving her a thrill purely from the brief contact. Then the moment had come, a quick pull on his shorts and she would get to see the thing that would finally get rid of her virginity. She reached up and hooked her fingers into each side of them, watching Jon gazing down at her and still smiling encouragingly. She pulled, but the hardness of his erection made it catch on him, bending him down and causing some discomfort. She stopped, not sure how to tackle this new problem, glad to leave it to Jon as she saw his hands disappear into his shorts. Unhooking himself from the waistband he held his penis flat against his stomach and told her to carry on. "You can do it now." She tugged again and the shorts slid smoothly down, with his cock suddenly springing free as his hand released it once his shorts were clear. She stopped, enthralled and excited to see his cock dancing right before her eyes. God, she thought, it is big. In fact it was a purely average size, but to Julia's naïve gaze it seemed huge, much longer than its genuine six and a half inches. She held his shorts flat against the floor for him to step out of and then they were both naked. With one last close up glance at his rock hard cock she rose to her feet. "You'll have to tell me what you want me to do." She told him solemnly. "I'm a bit new to this." "Well, there is one very important thing that you must do before anything else." He told her, looking equally serious. "Are you ready?" "Yes, of course." She breathed in deeply, waiting his instruction. "Kiss me!" He grinned at her bafflement. "Don't you realise we've not even kissed each other yet? So you must kiss me on the mouth before anything else." "Oh! No, we haven't, have we?" She stepped forward into his embrace and they kissed passionately as lovers for the very first time, their bodies pressed close together, each marvelling at the feel of the other. Jon kissed Julia as he kissed every woman, automatically probing her mouth with his tongue. But it took her a few minutes to become used to this invasion, a thing that she had never done with Nigel, before she felt able to reply in kind. But when she eventually did it was as if their passion and lust for each other grew in power and they squirmed and moulded themselves against each other, their tongues fencing within their mouths. When they eventually broke apart they were already out of breath from that first encounter. "Wow!" Julia exclaimed, astonished at the sudden intensity of their kiss. "Wow, yourself. Who taught you to kiss like that?" Jon asked. "Well, as a matter of fact." She answered truthfully. "You did." "Wow again. You're one hell of a quick learner." He was still holding her in his arms and looking down at her upturned face. "Are you ready for lesson two?" She nodded, once again a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her. "Be careful with me." She pleaded, feeling suddenly very nervous. He smiled warmly and led her to the bed, holding her hand as she stretched herself out on top of the bedclothes and still not releasing her as he lay himself down beside her. How strange it was, he thought, for him to be acting as teacher to a woman so much older than himself. It could not have been easy for her to be so open with someone younger and he found the trust she placed in him very moving, swearing to himself not to breach it. "Just relax." He said, rolling on his side to look at her. Julia lay on her back, not quite ramrod straight, but certainly not relaxed, and staring up at the ceiling. "We're not papering this one." Jon told her, his remark being met with a blank stare. "The ceiling I mean. So stop looking at it." Julia visibly tried to relax, turning to him and smiling. He leaned over, brushed hair from her face and began to gently stroke her cheek with the back of his hand. "It'll be fine. But if you get worried, just say so. There's no rush." He kissed her gently on the lips, noticing how anxiety had taken the fire from her kisses. Rushing anything now would simply kill desire altogether, and he knew it. For the next fifteen minutes or so Jon just stroked Julia's face and neck, gazing affectionately into her eyes and watching the fear abate before his patience. Eventually Julia reached up and hooked her arm around his neck to pull him down for another kiss. This time there was real fondness in her kiss, her tongue came gently into play, softly exploring his lips and fencing gently with his own. "You're a lovely man." She told him. Now both her arms went around him and he burrowed one of his own under her shoulder to pull her closer. They kissed again, warmer and deeper, his free hand tracing soft little wanderings over the skin of her arm and shoulder, working its way randomly towards her front and her bosom. Soon it was skating over her closest breast, not doing so specifically, but just including it in the hand's general wanderings. "That's wonderful. I love the feel of your fingertips on my body." He smiled at her words, kissing her again before deliberately hooking a fingernail to scratch at her swelling nipple on his next pass. She gasped in pleasant surprise. "You're a swine." She told him in affectionate contradiction of her earlier opinion, and then gasped once again as he repeated the action. His wanderings around and over her body were now extending to include her stomach, stroking her belly with feather light passes that hardly made contact with the skin and then returning to smooth his palm across her softness. Up her body then to run the flat of his hand over a breast, maybe to lift away before reaching the nipple tipped peak, maybe to stop and give a gentle or not so gentle squeeze. All the time he looked warmly into her face, occasionally stooping to kiss her, sometimes lightly with almost closed lips, sometimes passionately with mouths and tongues involved. His actions were now beginning to have the required effect. No longer was she lying tense and anxious, or staring at the ceiling in trepidation, instead she was almost relaxed, her apprehension replaced by anticipation. "I think you can do anything you want with me now." She told him, content to surrender to a thoughtful lover. His dimpled smile made another appearance. "You wait till lesson three before you say that." "What happens in lesson three?" She asked happily, grunting slightly as he pinched her nipple between finger and thumb. "I can't tell you that, it's classified." He smiled at her, running his fingertips through her pubic hair and back over her belly. "How many lessons are there anyway?" Her breathing was deepening at his touch and the thought of more experiences to come. "Oh, loads and loads! And then there's always revision. Oh, and exams, mustn't forget the examinations." "You mean you're going to examine me?" She was giggling softly by now at the wonderful absurdity of the conversation. "From head to toe." He told her gravely, then adding impudently. "And inside and out! It's going to be a long course you know." Her eyebrows lifted a little at that pronouncement, startled that he took so much for granted, but quietly so delighted to know that in his mind this was not to be a 'one off' that she was unable to prevent a broad smile from spreading across her face. Jon didn't notice, at that moment he wriggled a little way down the bed until his mouth was level with her breast, then gently took her nipple between his lips and began to suckle. At first he just held her nipple in his mouth and sucked, letting his tongue run lightly over the tip in the same way that his fingers were skating over Julia's skin. But then he began to concentrate just on her breasts, his mouth opening to take cover her aureole and let his tongue flick at the whole nipple, while his hand now settled over her other breast, massaging and squeezing, gently at first but then more and more firmly. Julia began to feel that unfamiliar but welcome glow returning to the depths of her pelvis, making her squirm and gyrate her hips slowly and sexily, her thighs falling open of their own accord. John's attentions to her breasts became more determined. He sucked hard, taking as much of her breast into his mouth as he could, while at the same time manipulating her nipple with his tongue. Occasionally he took her nipple between his teeth and bit into it, not too hard but just hard enough to make her wince a little. His hand was now gripping her other breast much more firmly, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled it away from her body, stretching and deforming it. Julia groaned and grunted from his actions, aware that her tender breasts were being abused, but not worrying that it hurt, caring only for the pleasure that was now burning strongly in her belly. If this was foreplay, how good would the main event be? She wanted to find out before she orgasmed again and the moment passed. "I think it's going to happen again soon." Julia gasped, trying to let Jon now that she was ready to be entered. Jon ignored her, carrying on working at her breasts, alternating the strong forceful play with soft tender strokes, licks and kisses. Her head was back and her eyes were closed and she was lost in a sea of sensations, the fire inside her burning brighter. She felt a sheen of sweat break out on her forehead, her hands griped at Jon's back, fingers like steel hooks digging into his shoulder blades. Every time he tugged at her breast or nipped her nipple between his teeth her pelvis jerked, thrusting up instinctively and her orgasm got nearer. "Do it to me. Do it now, before I cum again." He raised his head from her breast. "There's no rush. Climaxes aren't rationed you know." With that he returned to her breasts, this time squeezing hard with his hand while rubbing his thumb back and forth over her distended nipple, while his tongue pressed down on the other nipple, moving backwards and forwards across it in imitation of his thumb. In her belly the dam burst, the white hot lava of her orgasm flooded out of her pelvis in wave after wave of ecstasy, taking over her body, reducing her to a jerking, shuddering, disjointed puppet who cried out unintelligible, meaningless, sounds of joy. She thrust her hips at thin air, straining her thighs to open her legs wider, wanting, needing to be entered, desperate to loose the stigma of virginity. This time when it passed she did not cry, but just lay back helpless and spent, panting, trembling and sweating, unable to articulate how she felt and just smiling wanly at Jon, who gazed tenderly back up at her. "My God." She said eventually. "You can do that to me just on my breasts?" The question was unnecessary and rhetorical, but Jon nodded anyway, pleased at having made her cum so easily. When her breath started to return Julia reached up to pull Jon down for a kiss, wanting to show how she was beginning to feel for him. But as he leaned over and transferred his weight, she found that he had cupped her pubes in his hand, much as he had downstairs, and moving was pressing him harder against her. She 'mmm'ed with pleasure at his touches and opened her legs a little more, realising that she still felt sexy even after such a fierce climax. "You're right." She beamed at him. "They're not on ration, are they?" He laughed out loud at her remark and began to massage her pubic mound with his palm. "Not had enough yet, then?" He teased her. "You'll know when I have. You'll get a paste brush stuck in your hand" Had they thought about it they would both have been surprised at how far their relationship had come in such a short time. They were both now completely at ease with one another, accepting each other for what they were, and liking it. But such thoughts were far from their minds right then, he was gently investigating her pussy, and she was willing him on. When he had first touched her earlier that morning his movements had been limited by her underwear and he had been able to reach little further than her clitoris. But now he was able to explore her fully and easily, and after nudging her legs a little further apart with the back of his hand he was softly stroking her labia. He ran his fingers from the very top, where her bush was densest, to the very bottom, where her labia merged into her perineum, usually using the pad of his fingertip, but sometimes just scratching very lightly with his nail. Julia lay back again and just let things happen, soaking up the sensations, spreading her legs now as wide as she could in order to encourage him. Soon she was breathing hard again and her eyes closed. This time he had no intention of letting her climax before they made love, but he wanted her to be as hot as possible to make the penetration easier. She was already lubricating freely, and he could feel a little trickle of her juices running from her vagina, down her perineum towards her anus. He changed tack, using his thumb and his longest finger to hold her labia open while he ran his forefinger up and down her slit, pausing to dabble at the entrance to her vagina. After only a few minutes of this treatment Julia was moaning softly and raising her hips to his finger, trying to get him to enter her. Now was the time. Leaning down and kissing her gently in reassurance, Jon rolled on top of her, shuffling himself into position between her legs. She wrapped her arms around him and held on tight, her eyes firmly squeezed closed. "Please, Jon. Do it to me." She acknowledged her readiness. "Pull your legs back, sweetheart, as far as you can." She wasn't sure what he meant by that, and so he hooked his hands beneath her knees and pulled them back himself so that her feet looked vertically into the air. Julia grasped his meaning and took hold of her own legs, now pulling them right back so that her knees where nearly level with her shoulders. He reached between her legs, taking hold of his shaft and guiding his tip to her entrance. There he stopped, allowing her to adjust to the idea and register any last objection. "Oh, yes. Oh, God, yes." Her voice was tiny and tight with excitement. He began to push himself into her, moving forward until he came up against the resistance of her hymen, stronger than he expected and preventing his entry. "Do it, Jon. Push hard" Julia was panting with anticipation mixed with a little fear. He did as she suggested, increasing the pressure, pushing against her resistance, hearing her whimpers of pain as he tried to break into her. He relaxed, not wanting to hurt her too much and wondering if he would actually be able to take her virginity. Wasn't it true, he thought, that women get tougher to break as they got older? "No! Don't stop. Do it, push real hard. I want it inside me." "I'm not sure I can," He confessed quietly. Tears welled in Julia's eyes. "No, don't say that. Or I might never do it. Try again, don't worry about me." He put his hand back down, replacing his cock at Julia's entrance, and then gripped her shoulders to prevent her moving away. Then he pushed, harder this time, much harder. It hurt his cock and she cried out, but he was determined. He increased the pressure, leaning his weight against her virginity. It was the virginity that finally gave, suddenly and without warning, letting him enter her, to slide full depth into her in one move. He gasped from the suddenness of it and Julia yelled, but then it was over and he was inside her. "Okay?" He asked her, staying fully inside her and keeping perfectly still. "Yes. Thank God, I'm so glad we've managed it." She smiled tightly, obviously still feeling discomfort. "Do you want me to stop?" He asked, conscious that it had been much worse than he expected. "No. I want you to fuck me." He looked at her, astounded at her use of the obscenity. "That's what they say isn't it? Fuck me? Well then, fuck me!" He began to thrust in and out of Julia's newly unlocked pussy, doing it slowly and gently, not knowing how sore she felt. At first her expression was no help, she lay quiet, still holding her legs back and with her eyes tight shut, making only little gasping sounds at each thrust, sounds that could signify both pleasure and pain. She was wet and slippery he noticed, but then that could be blood. But then after a while Julia's eyes opened and she smiled at him. "This is beautiful." She said "I wish I'd done it before." "Not too sore?" He asked, reassured by her words. "Yes, but I still want it. Fuck me harder." He was still surprised at her earthy language. From any other woman it would probably have turned him on, but somehow he couldn't yet associate it with the ladylike Julia. Even so, his own need was getting urgent and he started to speed up, thrusting harder and faster into her. "That's it. Like that." Julia was holding him tighter and she was breathing harder. She was even beginning to push back against him, matching him with little pushes of her own. She felt wonderful, as if she had suddenly come alive, suddenly become a 'proper woman' after so may years repressed and virginal. A Pandora's Box had just opened and she wanted to dip her hands in and enjoy its treasures. All this was due to the gorgeous young man who lay between her legs thrusting himself into her body. She wanted the sex to last forever, but she knew that it would end soon when he reached his own climax. "Are you going to cum inside me?" She asked breathlessly. "Probably, do you want me to?" "Yes please, and don't worry about getting me pregnant, it can't happen." She was enjoying talking so openly, even if her voice was jerky from his thrusts. "Shall I tell you when I'm going to cum?" He intended to, anyway, and it wasn't going to be very long. "Yes please. Let me be ready for it." She was now matching him stroke for stroke, thrusting back and gyrating her hips as he thrust in and out of her. They fell silent again for a while after that, Jon now fucking her as hard as he could, his own eyes now shut as his orgasm approached, while Julia clung to him, savouring the new experience of penetrative sex while it lasted. She wasn't going to orgasm herself, she was a bit too sore for that, but she was enjoying the sensation and the knowledge that she was giving pleasure to a man at long last. His thrusts were now becoming erratic and his face was reddening. Little noises now issued from his lips and he had the far away look in his eyes that told of approaching orgasm. "It'll be soon." He gasped. "Oh my God! Give it to me." "I'm gonna cum." He warned her again. He thrust hard into her, pushing as deep as he could before going rigid and gasping out, "I'm cumming", then flooding her pussy with spurt after spurt of warm sticky cum. Jon had waited for that climax for most of the morning, so when it came it was massive, holding him in a juddering sensory overload that seemed to go on forever. His vocalisation was different to Julia's, he growled as he came, each spurt accompanied by a deep guttural growl that tapered off into a gasp when the spurts lessened and his orgasm finally passed. Julia noticed the difference, wondering fleetingly what sort of cacophony they would make if they both came together. But that thought was brief, right then she was just happy that she was no longer a virgin and that she had actually given a man sexual pleasure, things she thought would never happen. The Late Starter "Oh Jon, we've done it, we've done it, we've really done it." She was beaming up at him with pleasure. "Bloody hell, sweetheart, that was bloody good." He panted at her. She could see that his brow was covered in sweat and she could feel his limbs trembling with fatigue as he lay on her, too spent even to roll away. She could even feel his cock shrinking inside her, slipping out as it contracted, and even though she tried to move forward and keep it within her, it slipped from her passage, to lie damp and limp against her thigh. The contact was slight, but she didn't want to lose it. It was some while before they moved, much of that time Jon spent regaining his breath and equilibrium, but when he had recovered sufficiently he began kissing Julia on the lips. They were not sexual or passionate kisses now, but tender ones that tried to convey his feelings, to tell her much he thought of her and how grateful he was that she had allowed him to be the one, to be her first lover. Then they lay quietly in each other's arms, just soaking up the atmosphere, until suddenly they both spoke together. "Are you hurt?" "Shall we see if I've made a mess?" Jon rolled away and Julia moved to one side to check her bed sheets. Yes, there was blood -- blood mixed with his semen, but not as much as she expected and certainly not as much as she feared from their difficulties. Relieved at what she had found, she answered his question. "It hurt at the time, I thought it would never give way, but its ok now and it was so worth it." In truth she felt very tender, bruised more than torn, but nothing she couldn't cope with. "But maybe we should wait a day or two before we do it again." She added, unthinkingly confirming her intention to repeat the session. "Oh, we've got to wait in any case." He grinned mischievously. "Or that damn ceiling will never get done."