“I don’t know if I can, Steven.” She replied. “I want to, but it’s just hard to let go. This is the furthest I have ever gone. I know it’s unfair to you. Please forgive me!”
Steven knew that his next move had to be the right one.
“Jennifer, lie down on the bed. I’ll give you a back massage and we can spend some time together. You can stop me any time you want to. If you want me to go, I will.”
Jennifer calmed a little. The “out-clause” Steven offered made her feel more secure.
“C’mon! Lie down on your stomach. Relax!” Steven beckoned Jennifer to her bed. Earlier she had fitted it with clean linens and turned it down as she waited for Steven’s arrival. Jennifer climbed onto the bed, head upon the pillow, her hair splaying out a halo around her head.
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Steven removed his shoes so that he could join Jennifer on the bed. It would be more prudent to keep the rest of his clothing on for now. Jennifer tensed as she felt him sit alongside her. He took a seat about even with her pelvis. Steven took a few seconds to survey Jennifer from the back as had her front.
Jennifer lay on her front, her face turned to the side away from him, eyes closed. Her bare arms were bent at the elbow and tucked into her sides. The blue negligee was cut in back in the shape of a deep “Vee” that plunged to the small of her back, descending from the lacy straps at her shoulders. As she lay down, the gown had ridden up slightly, so that its hem just covered her bottom. Underneath the gown he could see the panty outline covering her rounded cheeks. All-in-all, it was a gorgeous sight.
Steven’s eyes took in the smooth alabaster skin of her back and drank in the lithe suppleness of the backs of her thighs and calves. Her skin was smooth. It cried out to touched and stroked, but Steven saved that pleasure for later.
It occurred to Steven that the design of the negligee portrayed the paradox that he encountered in Jennifer. The back of the gown was provocative; the front was demure. Lying beside him, she mimicked the duality of the gown. She presented one side of herself as temptress, the other as virgin. Thinking further, Steven reasoned, was that not the truth? She possessed an awareness that she had come of age, but was accustomed to virginity. As he saw into her, he realized how natural and unpretentious she had come to him. His heart was softening.
Her posture betrayed her fears. Steven untucked her arms from her ribcage and placed them relaxed and outstretched.
“Let me relax you, Jennifer. You don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to.” He thought that he sensed her calming. Time would tell.
He went on, “You really are a very nice person, I’m finding out. Let’s just spend some time together. We won’t plan to do it; we won’t plan not to do it. Don’t worry about pleasing me. I’m already glad that I’m with you now. Just let me relax you.”
Jennifer let out a muffled “alright”. Steven stretched himself over her and kissed her gently on her cheekbone.
He set out to massage the tenseness out of her. He started by kneading the muscles in the tops of her shoulders. He worked her there for a minute, gently but deeply. He felt her loosen up a little. He turned to her bare feet. At first she started at the touch, but relaxed as he deeply rubbed them. He worked his way to her calves. Her skin was smooth. As she accepted the ministrations her tense muscles loosened and he heard the first low moans of pleasure escape her lips. It was a sexual pleasure, not in the erotic sense, but from the touch of a man who sought to please her. Steven continued, encouraged by her and for the pleasure of touching the smooth skin of the seductive limbs.
As he massaged her calf muscles he Steven contemplated his next move. He longed to apply the same remedy to her lovely thighs, perhaps work his way upward to finally place his hands on that shapely derriere. He might start again at her shoulders where potential abounded. He could work his way to her sides and ultimately those alluring breasts. On the other hand, he could trace the provocative outline of the negligee and venture beyond the point of the “Vee”, approaching her center from the other direction. He decided on neither. He felt Jennifer relaxing under his spell, but feared that any assault would bring a halt to the contact.
He moved his hands off her legs. He held them off her for a moment to test her reaction. As she made no movement or sound, he worked back to her shoulders, and this time a little lower on her back. She started purring again. He made no advance that would signal a threat, and just enjoyed the feel of her skin under his finger tips. He kept at it for some long minutes, perhaps fifteen. He slowly became aware of her deeper and rhythmic breathing and realized that Jennifer had fallen to sleep. He made no move to wake her. He sat motionless, lest he wake her. He was not perturbed at her. He had pleasured her in one way—not the way he had imagined—and that brought a feeling of contentment.
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When Steven was sure that Jennifer was fast asleep he removed his hands and eased off the bed. He carefully draped a blanket over her. He looked down at her in the candlelight that still flickered brightly. She looked peaceful and relieved. Steven reasoned that her nervous energy had burned out. He was a little disappointed in the aborted coupling, but relieved, too. He was never completely sure of Jennifer’s commitment to the setup that Tracy had manufactured. At any rate, Steven had demonstrated a man’s desire for Jennifer, which is what she might have really needed.
As Jennifer dozed Steven quietly opened the bottle of rose’ and poured himself a glass. He sat on Tracy’s bed to ponder his next move. He considered stealing out of the room to leave her in peace, but dismissed the idea quickly as a sign of rejection. He wondered what Jennifer would desire when she awoke. It might be a long wait. He stretched out on Tracy’s bed, his back propped up by a pillow, sipping his wine. He resolved to spend the night in the room, one way or the other. He watched as Jennifer’s body gently rose and fell in slumber. Steven thought of all that happened in the three hours since he had picked her up for dinner.
The waiting and the wine made Steven reconsider his thoughts toward Jennifer. Not many hours ago he thought her a nuisance. Now he saw innocence and vulnerability mixed with courage. Once he thought her homely and formless. What a mistake that had been! Perhaps she was a late-bloomer, a diamond in the rough. He was glad that he had not cut the stone prematurely. It might have ruined some of the facets. He hoped for a chance to polish each of them. He refilled his wine glass and went back to thinking. After a while he was dozing, too.
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Steven woke with Jennifer calling out to him. “Steven, where are you?”
“Over her, Jennifer”
She rose up and found him on Tracy’s bed.
“I’m so sorry; I didn’t mean to fall asleep. Please don’t go, Steven.”
Steven looked at the clock. It was eleven. They had been sleeping for two hours.
“I fell asleep, too, Jennifer. I’m not going anywhere. Here, I opened the wine. Have a sip.” He strode over to her offering her the glass that he hadn’t finished.
She stood up and took a little. He decided to try his luck. As she set the glass down he embraced and kissed her, taking up where they had left off a few hours ago. He hoped for a response from her and he was rewarded with a return kiss as her tongue probed between his lips. She reluctantly broke the contact.
“Steven,” she began, “”You’ve been very sweet to me.” She leaned into him and kissed his lightly again. “Can you excuse me for a few minutes while I freshen up?”
She put her peignoir back on and moved to the door on her way to the ladies room. Steven saw the benefit and made his way to the men’s room in the lobby of the dorm.
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Steven lingered a few minutes in the dorm lobby, thinking that Jennifer would take longer to ‘freshen up’. When he returned to her room he didn’t knock, just opened the door. He found Jennifer stretched out her bed, reclining back against propped up pillows. She had removed her peignoir, but retained the rest of her ensemble. Steven noted that she had replaced the nearly spent candle with another and was sipping a glass of wine. Her expression was less doe-like and more relaxed and pleasant. She looked very inviting.
“Steven,” she began, “your massage felt so nice. Would you do it some more?”
Steven stepped toward her on the bed. “Sure, Jennifer, turn over.”
“But Steven,” she said in a seductive voice that was new for her, “I have hardly anything on, and you have all your clothes!”
Steven started to undress, but had a better idea. “What would you like me to do about that?”
Jennifer replied “Take some of them off.”
Steven continued the game. “Which ones?”
“Well, your socks and shoes, of course, and your shirt.” He did as ordered. As he peeled away the shirt she added “the pants can go, too.”
Steven stood waiting for the next command. She eyed him from top to bottom, turning the tables on his earlier perusal. When she finished inspecting she issued a final order, “the T-shirt can go, too.” Steven obeyed, stood in just his briefs, hoping for the final ‘command’.
“Very nice, Steven.” She said as her gaze traveled up and down his body. In the middle she beheld a bulge pushing out of his briefs. She had never seen a man’s penis, let alone an erect one, but she knew what the bulge meant. She felt her own ardor rapidly mounting. She was doing, rather than being ‘done to’. It excited her and made her feel ready to be ‘done-to’ again.
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