Lost Innocence

“What did you say?”

“I told her the truth, that we’d touched one another intimately.”

“You actually used the word intimately?”

“What’d you expect me to say? That I’d jerked you off while you finger-fucked me? So yeah, I said intimately, but she knew what I was telling her.”

“Holy shit!” I whistled softly. “Did she freak out or anything?”

“No, all she said was that if I ever wanted to talk to her about it, or wasn’t sure of anything, all I had to do was come to her. Mom made it very clear to me that she didn’t want there to be anything uncomfortable between us in my asking, and that I was free to talk to her about it anytime.”

“Wow,” I said breathing only slightly easier. “I’m surprised she didn’t want to have a chat with me too!”

Theresa laughed, “Actually…she said that one day she just might do that. I think she was only kidding though, but you know mother, she could do it just to freak us both out.”

We played a little touchy-feely after that for a while until her brother discovered where we were, then he and his friends came out back annoying us both until I finally figured it was time to leave.

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Theresa also worked as a waitress, though she worked at a café-coffee shop. She worked the afternoon to early evening shift however, which still left us most of the evenings over the weekend. We’d both been looking forward to this particular Saturday evening for quite a while now. My parents had a dinner party they were planning on attending which would leave us free to enjoy a nice quiet evening together at my place… undisturbed. Being an only child did have its advantages from time to time. The only minor concern we had, the place they were having dinner was only two doors down from where we lived. Still, it afforded us an opportunistic window that neither one of us was willing to pass up. Again, Theresa always got a little wilder if there was an element of danger or excitement involved. This particular situation certainly had enough of that with the possibility of their arriving home unexpectedly, catching us in the act.

I waited until they’d been gone for about a half an hour, then drove to her place and picked her up. Theresa lived less than two blocks away, so it was a quick five-minute drive there and back. We immediately headed into my bedroom, with the anticipation of this being a very special night for both of us. I had been hoarding candles, incense, even buying her a dozen roses just for the occasion. Within minutes of arriving, Theresa had gone into the bathroom, putting on a very sexy, very revealing nightgown she had purchased for this particular night as well. And although we would not be engaging in sexual intercourse, we had been discussing “oral” sex now for several weeks. Tonight was the night we’d decided to explore this particular little aspect together.

I was already in bed, naked, waiting for her when she came out of the bathroom. She was beautiful! The fact she was wearing the sexiest outfit I’d ever seen her wear before probably had a lot to do with it. But regardless of that, when she walked into my bedroom with that white “teddy” nightgown on, my cock immediately sprang to life with anticipation of things to come.

“Oh baby, you look beautiful!” I told her meaning it. And she did. The fabric was shear, just allowing a peek at the softness and curve of her flesh hiding beneath it, the darkness of her chocolate colored nipples really standing out in stark contrast to the white sheer fabric barely concealing them as she stood before me.

“I sorta had an idea you’d really like this one,” she stated, and then came over lifting the covers and jumping into bed next to me.

Though we had on some few occasions played with one another, they had all been mostly under the cover of darkness, either in her back yard, at the drive-in, or just sitting in my car in front of her house. Neither one of us had actually up until this very moment, gotten a clear and unobstructed view of one another in real light before now. As Theresa lifted the cover, she saw the firmness of my erection, and I watched as her eyes actually widened before placing her hand, wrapping it around me, stroking it all the while laying there actually looking at me.

I immediately began touching her breasts as they were so conveniently available the way we were laying, even though I did so through the thin fine material of her nightgown.

“Nice,” I moaned pleasurably, feeling her hard little nipples stiffening at my touch. “That feels good,” I added as her soft hands continued to fondle and playfully stroke my cock without serious intention.

“Yes it does,” she replied as I gingerly continued to trace the outline of her full breasts and nipples through the thin fabric, though at the moment I was in want and need of touching her elsewhere too.

We were both probably more excited than either of us had been before too, we’d already agreed that this night would be special enough, having decided to take things to the next level, as we’d indicated to one another with the dozen roses I’d given her, and the damn sexy nightgown she’d put on for me.

“Rick?”

“Yeah?” I moaned almost dream-like.

“Just remember, we’ve promised each other not to take it any further than this,” she stated, though the “this” hadn’t quite happened yet.

“I know,” I said simply, only half meaning it.

“I mean it,” she said again, “promise me.”

At the moment, with my hard stiff cock in her hand, I would have promised her anything. “O.K., promise!”

A moment after that, I pushed her down onto her back and began untying the dainty little bows that held her top together. Soon I had more fully exposed her breasts, and secretly sat there enjoying the way they looked as she lay on her back, running my finger over and round her nipples, then down and beneath the hard firm curvature of each.

“Are all men like you?” she asked somewhat teasingly.

“What do you mean?”

“Tits, what is it about tits that arouses you so much anyway?”

“Do you really have to ask that?” I questioned. “Hell, I don’t know…they just do! Especially yours!” She sat up in bed then forcing me back to some extent.

“What do you mean? Especially mine! Who else’s boobs have you been looking at anyway?”

“No ones!” I said defensively, though I figured those in a few of the men’s magazines my father had didn’t count.

“Oh, so you haven’t looked at any other woman’s breasts and wondered what they looked like huh?”

“I didn’t say that,” I said honestly, then wondering if I should have admitted that after saying it.

“Oh? Whose?” She pressed.

“Well, your mothers for one.”

“My mothers?”

“Well MY mother’s too!” I added to that, making things even worse.

“Your mothers?”

“Boobs are boobs,” I said defensively, adding to the hole I was digging myself into.

“I’ll remember that,” she said reaching down, closing her gown.

“Shit…fuck!”

She laughed, allowing her gown to open again.

“So…you’ve wondered what my mother’s boobs look like huh? Not to mention your own mothers.”

I didn’t tell her I’d actually seen my own mother’s breasts on several occasions, mostly by accident especially as I’d gotten older.

“Listen, its just a natural curiosity is all,” I tried explaining to her. “Anita’s got breasts nearly the same size as yours, so it’s like wondering what yours will look like when you’re her age is all.”

“Bet you would like to see them if you could wouldn’t you?”

I didn’t answer that, I wasn’t about to and leaned forward kissing her instead. That at least got us off the subject, especially when I slowly began making my way down to her breasts, kissing them, and sucking them for a considerable amount of time until her breathing told me she was becoming very, very aroused.

I made my way slowly downwards from there, kissing her tummy, gently flicking my tongue around in her naval. Theresa responded to that, realizing as I did that what I would soon be doing to her elsewhere.

But to be honest, I was sailing into uncharted waters here myself. All the information I’d been given had come from an older brother of a friend of mine. He had given me a few basic pointers is about all, telling me that doing this to a woman was a sure-fire way to get her to fuck. That really wasn’t my primary objective here, but it had made me curious that if it was that good, or felt that good…then hell maybe. And so much for the promise I’d made. But that still remained to be seen at the moment.

Theresa was also wearing a matching pair of panties too of course, nearly as sheer as the top so I could see the tiny little patch of fine dark pubic hair that lay beneath the surface as I moved down towards her there. Nervous as I was, and as she was, I simply kissed her there, trying to work out the details as I did that, but she moaned softly nevertheless, so I continued doing just that for a bit longer. They were in fact, simple kisses, kissing her pussy through her panties, but it seemed to be having some sort of an effect on her, so I continued, though I now began to actually lick her through the material with my tongue. In doing that, I made her crotch wet from the outside, but she was likewise making it wet from the inside, and I could literally taste her and smell her while doing so. I began to press my tongue into her more forcefully until she solved the dilemma I’d been struggling with for me. The next thing I knew, she had drawn her feet up towards herself, lifted her ass, and in one fluid motion had yanked down her own panties flinging them half-way across the room. Settling back once again, I now looked down directly at her, truly and honestly seeing her exposed pussy in all its splendid glory for really the very first time.

Even then, I wasn’t sure where or how to begin, so I did the first thing I was a bit more comfortable with, and slipped one finger inside of her, though I’d actually never witnessed myself doing this before. She once again moaned, letting me know as she did so that she liked it, that it felt good, which is when I then snuggled back down between her legs and got serious about really licking her this time, which I proceeded to do.