"usually" did with her by simply reacquainting myself with her developing body… including the newly-available areas that had been off-limits before. The next several minutes passed with me happily caressing as much of her as I could reach, though I remained discreet about how and where I touched her pelvis and the area between her firm thighs.
The way she responded to what I was doing let me know that she was perfectly willing to experience whatever pleasure there was to be had with me. Her kisses gradually included more and more of her increasing desire; and the soft noises she made told me that she liked how I was touching her. When I caressed her breasts, I could tell that her areolas were more puckered, and her nipples longer, than they'd ever been.
Her breathing had gotten to the point that it was almost impossible for me to continue kissing her, so I slowly shifted my attention to her breasts, via her earlobes, throat, and shoulders — and noticeably increasing her desire and arousal in the process.
After I'd fastened my mouth on the tip of one of her breasts, I decided that it was time to finally start trying to help her experience the kind of pleasure she'd been denying herself. After tracing a path down the top of one of her smooth thighs, I eased my fingertips to the inside of her knee before slowly drawing my hand upwards with a featherlight touch. As my hand moved higher and higher, she started making a soft moaning noise that presaged a sudden strengthening of the scent of her increasing arousal. When the side of my hand brushed the hair on her mons, she gasped and arched her pelvis up in response. Taking that as my cue that she was ready to take the final step, I traced a path around her small bush and down the top of her other leg. When she felt my fingers slide down to the inside of her knee, she released another soft moan as she voluntarily spread her legs to make room for my hand before I started to repeat on that thigh what I'd done on the other.
After my fingertips reached the juncture of her thigh and pelvis, I lightly drew my fingertips across her mons — enough to disturb the fine hairs on it, but not touching the skin underneath, before following the summit on one side of her cleft upwards so that my first touch was in the open forest at the top of her pubic thatch. Slowly and softly, I ran my fingers through the fine, down that presented little more than token covering for her lower belly, pleased at how soft it felt. Only when I was sure that all of my fingertips had touched every single hair that wasn't on her mons did I finally begin to move my hand again. Letting my fingers separate slightly, I gently traced a path downwards with two fingers on each of the soft ridges that declared her womanhood; when I reached the bottom, I cupped her mound in my hand, with my middle finger along the cleft of her sex.
Under the pad of my finger, I could feel the warmth radiating from the opening I knew lay beneath, as well as no small measure of dampness that had escaped. As I continued to suck and gently bite the rubbery hardness of her nipples, I carefully curled my finger so that it dipped between the folds of her pudendum. She moaned, and arched her pelvis up again when she felt what I was doing. Almost immediately, I felt the edges of her inner lips, and it took only a few moments for the end of my finger to be wetted with the overflow of her feminine essence.
Patiently, carefully, and above all, gently, I explored the hidden recesses she had made available to me.
I soon learned that her labia were small, somewhat thin (even accounting for her youth), and easily as soft as was to be expected from her virginal state. I let my fingertip lightly touch the entrance to her vagina, and she didn't react in the slightest; it took me only a few moments to collect a goodly sample of her oils in anticipation of needing them before long. Tracing the folds of her labia upwards, I easily found the bump where her clitoris was hiding. Using the lubrication she'd already provided me, I tenderly enticed it into making an appearance; it proved to be about the size of a very small pea — and sensitive, as I learned from her pleased reaction when I gave it a butterfly-light caress.
Lifting my head from Donna's chest, I turned my head to look at her. Her eyes were closed and she was panting, but I could somehow tell that she was eagerly anticipating that I would be helping her find even more joy — and looking forward to where and how it would end.
So that I didn't give her reason to think anything was wrong, I quickly lowered my head again, and began tending to the mate of the breast I'd just been enjoying. Even as I was applying a series of soft lip-bites to the slopes of her breast, I was trying to figure out what might be the best way of helping her experience her first orgasm. I had to try and find something that would be satisfying for her, but not so much that it overwhelmed her — after all, she was still only fourteen (almost fifteen! I heard her tell me in my mind), and she simply didn't have the wherewithal to experience anything like a grown woman would enjoy. The more I thought about it, the more I found myself getting tied up in knots; so I finally chucked the whole thing in favor of simply bringing her along however quickly she responded, until it finally happened for her.
With that resolved, I promptly went about doing what I'd settled on. It wasn't but a few moments before I was softly and gently starting to stimulate her clitoris — and only a few seconds longer before I could hear a change in her breathing that told me I was getting things right. With frequent side-trips to make sure I kept the end of my finger lubed with her juices, I carefully and patiently went about finding out what she liked, and how she liked it done.
Between her apparent desire to discover what she'd been missing out on, and her trust that I was going to help her find it, it didn't take but a very few minutes before I could tell that she was approaching an orgasm. After wetting the end of my finger again, I went back to tending to her clitoris by circling it at the pressure and tempo that her body told me she enjoyed most. I could feel her body begin to tense up beneath me, and knew that she was almost there; but when several more seconds passed and nothing happened, I had to figure that she needed something -
probably almost anything — to actually push her over the edge. Figuring "What the hell… it's worth a try…", I got my mouth on the peak of one of her breasts and sucked on it — then gently bit her nipple. To my surprise (and our mutual delight, I suspect), that did the trick. Her body froze in place underneath me, and I felt her clitoris disappear under its hood just ahead of the first wave of release to course through her lovely body. She managed a gasping breath before the next spasm of pleasure overwhelmed her, which was quickly followed by a third. After she'd managed to draw in a little more oxygen, a fourth, then fifth ran though her. Though the last two had been progressively milder, they still left her gasping for a couple of seconds, until what proved to be the last wave of her first climax made itself felt.
When it was over for her, I quickly moved to lay next to her, again propped up on my elbow as I softly stroked her face. When she opened her eyes, I could see how stunned she was by what had happened — and how thoroughly she'd enjoyed it. It took a several more seconds before she got enough of her breath back to softly tell me "It felt so… I never thought… I didn't know I could feel like that!", overwhelmed with emotion.
Smiling, I simply told her "Yeah."
Awed, she asked me "If I hadn't gotten scared before, when I was touching myself, I would have felt this before now, wouldn't I?"
"Probably.", I answered.
She considered that for a few seconds as her panting slowed, then told me "If I'd known, I sure would have let it happen before now. But I didn't, and I'm glad that you were here with me, and helped me find out what it's like. That was incredible, and it's even more special to me to learn I can feel like that and have you here with me when it happened."