When she shook her head the next question was obvious.
“Did you do anything about getting yourself some condoms?”
At her shocked look, I assumed no.
“So how did you intend to protect yourself from unwanted pregnancy?”
The thought had obviously never crossed her mind. All she had been concentrating was getting her hands, and other parts, onto her beloved George.
“It doesn’t matter right now,” I told her. “Are you prepared to give this a go?”
Rachel spent some time thinking. Her initial plan had been to get laid and then get me out. Now she had to consider if she was willing to spend the week learning about sex. Apparently her love for George was strong, as she finally nodded.
“What are you going to do now?” she asked, and I could see her nerves and the fear of the unknown emerging, along with a flicker of interest. She was finally starting to get curious about what was going to happen.
“I am going to sit down and enjoy the cup of coffee you’re going to make me,” I said. “No, don’t worry, you won’t need to get dressed to make it. You can do it while undressed and it will help you to relax with being nude in front of me. Besides,” I added, “you have a nice figure and I like looking at it.”
Finally, a bit of her spirit started to re-emerge.
“If I have to make it naked, then it’s only fair that you should be naked as well,” she said defiantly, “so I can get used to seeing a naked man.”
I bowed my head in acknowledgement of the hit and started to undress. Rachel was blushing, but not backing down, and she watched with interest as I stripped. She blushed even deeper as she realised I had an erection, and she looked pointedly elsewhere.
We returned to the kitchen where I sat and watched while Rachel made the coffee.
Who knew that having a cup of coffee could be so erotic?
Rachel started off slowly, trying to hide her body while she worked, knowing that she was naked and being watched by a naked man.
And then it slowly dawned on her that she was NAKED and that she was being WATCHED by a NAKED MAN. Her breast swelled slightly, causing her nipples to become erect and her breasts and nipples brought themselves sharply to her mind. Suddenly Rachel was standing slightly straighter, throwing her shoulders back a little and projecting her bosom.
I suspected from the way she started to sway when she walked that she was also starting to get hot and wet, and was becoming even more acutely aware of herself and the fact that I was watching her. And she was enjoying it. It was exciting and it was turning her on.
I have to admit that Rachel’s gathering excitement was also turning me on. Even more so, I should say, as I’m sure my cock set some sort of record for instant erection when I first saw her naked.
Anyway, we sat and enjoyed our coffee, and if Rachel seemed to need to pick up her cup and replace it every few sips, with the accompanying swaying of a pair of lovely breasts, what could I do but enjoy the show?
All good things must come to an end, and eventually we finished our coffee. Rachel put the cups on the sink while I just pushed my chair back a little from the table.
When Rachel turned from the sink to look at me, I just held out my hand to her while continuing to sit. Rachel walked towards me and took my hand and I drew her close and directed her gently down onto my lap.
I could see she was a little nervous about having my erection pressed into her side, but I ignored it, just turning her face slightly to face me so that I could kiss her. This time, the tension that had been there earlier was gone, replaced by an honest curiosity.
We just kissed naturally, with me holding her gently, until by some chance my hand reached up and cupped Rachel’s breast. She froze for a moment, waiting, but when I did nothing more she resumed kissing me.
Very soon I was playing freely with her breasts, taking it slowly and letting Rachel get used to the feelings my hand coaxed out of her, enjoying hearing her gasp as I pinched her nipples slightly.
It seemed right after a while to drop my head to her breast and start kissing them lightly, tonguing them and sucking lightly on her nipples. With my hands now being in the way I just let it slip down Rachel’s body until it was resting in her lap.
Rachel promptly dropped her hand to cover mine, not wanting it to go exploring just yet, but that she quickly found was an error. I promptly guided her hand around to where my erection was pressing lightly against her side, and directed it to touch me.
Rachel let her hand just lie next to my erection, feeling it pressing against her hand but not actually taking hold of it. My hand drifted back to her lap and was gently stroking her mons, with the occasional bit of pressure to pass the message deeper into her.
I continued nibbling and paying attention to Rachel’s breasts, not rushing anything, not trying to ease her thighs apart so I could explore deeper, and not pressuring her to actually do anything to my cock.
After a while I could hear her breathing tense a little as she made a decision, and then her hand closed smoothly over my cock and started to explore it. At the same time her thighs relaxed a little more so there was room for me to slip my hand between them if I wanted to.
If I wanted to? Of course I bloody wanted to, but the time wasn’t right. I continued to take things slowly, letting Rachel’s excitement build, creeping up on her, not charging up and scaring her.
I also wanted to tell her the sort of things she could be doing to my cock with that little hand she had holding it, following with suggestions describing the things a warm and wet mouth could also do me. And I would, sometime during the coming week, I most definitely would.
Instead, I suggested that maybe we would be more comfortable in her bedroom, where we could continue her education lying down.
This time I escorted her to the bedroom, gently walking her in and easing her onto the bed, where I lay down beside her.
“Now,” I murmured, “if I remember correctly, I was getting acquainted with your breasts.”
Leaning over her, I again started to muzzle her breasts, maintaining a nice tension in them. At the same time I shifted my position so that her hand fell onto my erection, apparently of its own accord, and Rachel again started her hesitant exploration.
The main difference now was that my hand was extending its reach, happily sliding between Rachel’s thighs, pressing and stroking her labia, lightly scratching her inner lips as she slowly flowered under my touch, encouraging deeper exploration. Deeper exploration is what she got.
It wasn’t long before my fingers were delving between her lips and pressing inside her, tracing along her inner paths. She gasped when I pressed a finger lightly against her hymen, knowing that the only time she’d be closer to losing her virginity would be when it actually happened.
Moving away from her hymen and vaginal passage, my fingers drifted around inside her, finally touching on and teasing Rachel’s clit. She gave a little scream when I did that, her hips lifting off the bed in shock. She dropped my cock at this point, trying to concentrate on the teasing I was doing with her clitoris, not knowing if she should be demanding I stop or begging for more.
From the slight groan she gave when I drew back, I suspect she wanted to demand more.
At this stage I reached off the bed and groped for my trousers. Or to be more precise, the pocket of my trousers and the little packages I had in there. I extracted those little packets and tossed them onto the bedside table, bar one which I kept.
“At some stage,” I said as I relaxed next to her, “you’re going to have to work out how to put one of these on a boy. Why don’t you try with me?”
Rachel looked at the condom and then at my cock and blushed, but as I mentioned earlier, she had spirit. She glanced at the instruction on the packet and then took me in hand and started rolling it on as though she’d done it a hundred times before. She had it over half on before she gave a little jerk, and turned to look at me with her eyes opened very, very, wide.
It had suddenly dawned on her that the only reason she had to put a condom on me was because it was going to be needed. Her eyes switched back to the task she was doing, and she completed it and then sank back onto the bed without looking at me.
I hooked one of her ankles with one of mine and gently but steadily moved her legs a lot further apart. Her body responded smoothly, and I could tell that although physically she was ready, mentally she still wasn’t sure.
I moved between her legs, positioning myself for what was to come, and then I reached up and turned her head so that she was looking directly at me. Keeping my eyes firmly on her, I pressed my erection against her slit, moving it slightly to ease her lips a little further apart, then pressing the head slowly between her lips and into her.
Rachel was looking at me, hard, wanting to look down and watch was happening to her body, but also desperate for the encouragement I was giving her. I wasn’t sure what I was saying but it obviously worked, as a tiny smile flittered across her face before a look of concentration came upon it.
I could feel her hips lifting slightly, encouraging my entry, assisting me to push home and down a warm tight passage. I don’t think either of us really noticed when I pushed past her hymen, brushing it aside like a stray cobweb. Rachel may have winced slightly, but she was concentrating too hard on these new and exciting feelings to worry about a little twinge of pain.
Now that I was in Rachel I was quite content to just rest for a moment, enjoying the feel of her surrounding me. Rachel, for her part, also seemed happy to just rest, getting used to the feeling of having a man inside her.
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