Literotic asexstories – Diane & John Ch. 03 by MathGirl,MathGirl
Part 1 – DIANE
As soon as we got into the back seat of the taxi, John put his arm around me. I was feeling full from the wonderful dinner and a little tipsy from the champagne. I snuggled up to him and rested my head on his shoulder. I whispered, “John, Darling, this will be our third night together, and we still haven’t …. you know …. done it. Are we going to do it tonight?”
He said, “Do what, Sweetie?” I was sure he knew what I meant and was just teasing me by playing dumb.
“Ummm … you know … pop my cherry.”
The loud laugh was the last thing I expected from him, and it even startled the driver. John said, “My God, I haven’t heard that expression since I was in high school! I didn’t think anyone said that anymore.”
I was so embarrassed that I felt myself blush from head to toe. I didn’t know what to say, because I was being serious and trying to act sophisticated. All I had done was make myself seem foolish. Childish. I said, “I heard some girls say it, and I thought that was what everyone called it.”
John stopped laughing and hugged me close. He said, “I’m sorry, Sweetie. That took me by surprise and I couldn’t help laughing. What the hell, that’s as good a thing to call it as any. I’ll tell you what, let’s just get home and see what happens, okay?”
That made me feel a lot better, and I giggled and whispered, “Okay, but I don’t think the gir … woman is supposed to have to beg for it, is she?”
The driver pulled into John’s driveway right then, so he didn’t answer.
As soon as we got inside we had a lovely, long kiss. It was my favorite, the kind with lots of tongue.
While John was helping me off with my coat, he kissed the back of my neck and the tops of my shoulders. I loved that. My new black evening dress had spaghetti straps, and it was great for neck and shoulder kissing.
He asked if I would like to share a bubble bath with him like we did last night. I replied by turning in his arms, putting my arms around him, and kissing him passionately. I even nodded my head “yes” while we were kissing.
I went to my room and got out of all those wonderful new clothes John had bought for me that day. My little black dress, my first pair of high heeled shoes, my first strapless bra, and my first pair of pantyhose. The seam of the pantyhose left a little line on my stomach, but I rubbed it and it went away. I guessed that was just something I would have to put up with if I wanted to wear those things.
After I had a good toothbrushing, I put on my lovely new nightie even though I didn’t plan on wearing it very long. All I really want is for John to see me in it and think I’m sexy and desirable. He seems to think I’m attractive, but I want to keep reminding him. I hope he didn’t think I was being silly and childish when I asked him about popping my cherry. I was serious and thought everyone called it that. I want to be so sophisticated for him, but it’s really hard. I’m going to keep trying my best, though. I sure hope we really can …. do it …. tonight and that it doesn’t hurt too much.
I found John in his big bathtub with the bubbles up to his neck. I took off my nightie, hung it on a hook with his robe and stepped down into the bubbles. Even though John was looking right at my pussy, I wasn’t too shy about that long, legs-open step down into the tub.
The warm water felt wonderful. By the time I got seated the bubbles were higher than the edge of the tub, and the water was about to overflow. John told me to hold still and not make waves, and he reached back to pull the little lever and let some water out. When the water had gone down to where waves wouldn’t overflow the tub, he pulled me towards him and arranged my legs around him, put his legs around me, and there we were, face to face. What a great way to kiss. We had a very deep kiss that set my heart pounding.
John saw how hard and swollen my nipples had become and said I had “headlights.” This caused me to have a giggling fit. I wish I wouldn’t do that. It’s so childish! He used his legs to pull me close. That big, hot penis that I had so much fun sucking last night is rubbing against my pussy. I sure know a lot more about it than I did at this time last night.
I put my hand between us and slid it up and down his hard penis several times, just like he had taught me. The soap in the bubble bath made it nice and slippery. I decided to ask him about something that I had been thinking about that day.
“John, I know this is called a penis, but that sounds too … um … clinical. Some people use the words “cock” or “dick,” but those sound sort of smutty. Dad calls it a “pecker,” but that just sounds silly. Would you mind if I called it somethig else?”
John smiled, “Sweetie, you can call it anything you like. What did you have in mind?”
I could feel myself blush when I said, “Well … uh … can I call it Herman?”
His bark of laughter startled me as it echoed off the tiles in that big bathroom. When he finally stopped laughing, John said, “Okay, Herman it is. Let’s see … I’ll call your pussy “Miss Kitty.” Is that okay with you?”
I was giggling so hard that I could only nod my head in agreement. John finally shut me up by hugging me really close and kissing me.
After lots of kisses, we both leaned back on our ends of the tub with our legs still fully in contact. The water was warm, the bubbles were delightful, the candlelight was romantic, and it was just wonderful. John said that sharing a bath was a good way to get better acquainted, and I started giggling again. Darn it, won’t I ever grow up?
We sat, soaked, and sipped our drinks in what John called “the lap of hedonism.” After he told me what that meant, I told him I thought I had been its lap since I came to stay with him. He agreed and said it was his favorite place to be. I decided it was mine, too, as long as the lap was big enough for both of us.
After a nice long soak, John told me to turn around with my back to him. When I did, he pulled me between his legs so that my back was against his chest. I had gotten my blonde ponytail cut off that day and had a new short, sophisticated hair style. Just like John wanted. I loved the way it looked, and is was also great for getting my neck and shoulders kissed.
He was kissing my shoulders near my neck when he took a breast in each hand. My nipples had relaxed in the warm water during our soak, but he took each between his finger and thumb and sort of twirled them. Ohhhhh, that feels nice. They quickly hardened until they were like little berries standing out from my breasts. Headlights again.
The feelings in my nipples seemed to travel to my button, and I thought I could feel it start to get bigger. He left one hand on my breast and slid the other down onto my tummy and stroked me there while he continued to kiss my shoulder and neck. Then his hand reached my mound and continued further down, between my legs. I spread my knees wide, inviting him to explore me.
He whispered “I love you” right into my ear as his hand stroked my inner thighs. John’s hand finally found my pussy and, when it did, I put one foot up on the edge of the bathtub to open myself even more to his hand. Am I being too eager about this? Should I show some virginal hesitation? Why should I? I may be a virgin, but I sure don’t feel hesitant. Not after what I learned about myself last night. Besides, I’m only still a virgin because we haven’t gotten around to ………… doing it. It sure isn’t because I’m not willing.
His finger slid into the cleft between the lips of my pussy and started exploring me. When he found my button, I jumped a little, and had to assure him that he wasn’t hurting me in the least. He reached for one of the big towels on the floor next to the tub and spread it on the tiled shelf.
After the wonderful pussy kissing and two climaxes I’d gotten sitting up there last night, I sure didn’t have to be told what to do. I immediately got out of the water and sat on the shelf, facing the tub. John spread my legs to either side of him so he was kneeling in the tub facing me, looking squarely at my bald pussy. It’s funny that I don’t feel any embarrassment. Well, not much. I like this! I know what’s about to happen, and I’m going to absolutely love it.
John used a corner of the towel I was sitting on to wipe the bubbles away, then he kissed my inner thighs and told me how much he enjoyed my soft skin. His lips inevitably reached their destination, and I felt that hot, wet tongue gently parting the outer lips of my pussy. Then my inner lips were parted and he was probing wetly at my entrance. Oh, I think that feels even better than it did last night. I think I’m beginning to feel just a little of that special tingling already.
His tongue explored a little inside me, then he stopped for a moment to tell me how much he liked the taste and feel of my pussy. He said it was tiny and delicious. After having his tongue in my vagina for a few minutes, he looked up at me and asked if I liked having my pussy kissed. I told him I thought it was just about the most wonderful thing in the world and that I wished he would please get back to it.
As I hoped he would, John turned his attention to my button. I could feel it grow and harden as he licked it, and he stopped to tell me that I had the largest clitoris he had ever seen. I didn’t know if that was good or bad, and I didn’t care right then. I took two handfuls of his hair to guide his mouth back to where I wanted it.
After that, my thoughts weren’t really coherent, just random reactions to what he was doing with his mouth on my clitoris. I didn’t know where I was and didn’t care. I tried to keep my eyes open and watch what he was doing, but I just couldn’t. He sucked and licked my button until the tingling was almost too much to bear. Then he stopped for a little while to let me come back down. Then he started all over again, and again. He got me to the point where I was almost crazy with wanting to come.
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