Moving my hand from her breasts, I took hold of the bottom of Karla's shirt and lifted it up her body. My left arm was still trapped under me, so it was once again awkward, but Karla merely lifted up and helped me out. Her T-shirt fluttered to the floor as she settled back against me, the warmth of her naked back feeling heavenly against my chest. She was now topless, and my hands moved freely from breast to breast. However, I had not yet achieved my objective.
Disengaging my cock from Karla's thighs, a place it surely did not wish to leave, I rolled her flat on her back, lying alongside my body. We were now eye to eye, and with my eyes well adjusted to the darkness, I could easily see the expectation on her face. I looked deep into her eyes, trying to express the love and caring I felt for her, trying to let her know that this was as much an earth-shattering event for me as it was for her, and she did not look away. When I leaned in to kiss her lips, she turned her head slightly and our lips met gently, but with a passion that I could easily sense, and was certain she could as well. It was a sweet kiss, so tender, and we repeated it over and over. Perhaps Karla had kissed a boy before now, but I seriously doubted it, and I was fully aware that this may be the first romantic kiss of her life. I could say I put so much effort into making it memorable because I wanted her first kiss to be special, but in reality it was the most romantic kiss of my life. The moment our lips first touched, it was electric for me, and the subsequent kisses were instinctive, reflexive, and quite honestly out of my control. I couldn't help myself, I wanted as much of this as I could get. When I finally held a kiss, then parted my lips and touched hers with my tongue, Karla wasn't totally surprised. She parted her lips and let me in, unintentionally mocking my efforts to indoctrinate her to passionate kissing gently. As my tongue sought out hers, I remembered the stories she once shared of her drunken mother bringing guys home and not caring what Karla and her sister saw. So perhaps she knew what to expect, but I was certain that this was more loving than anything she had witnessed. Or at least I tried to make it so.
At first, kissing Karla with my tongue was sloppy. Ever the smart girl, Karla made no effort to act as if she knew what to do. Instead, she followed my actions, and before long we were kissing deeply and passionately. It wasn't perfect, but it was incredible. My right hand played at her breasts, and my throbbing cock lay across her thighs, my hot skin touching hers, and I felt I could kiss her forever. But my cock ached for attention, and I had other plans, so I broke away, tracing a line of kisses under Karla's chin and around her neck. Trying hard to see my targets in the dark, I lifted up to shift my body down the bed. As I did, Karla's hand, which had been lying across her stomach, reached out and came into contact with my cock for the first time. I froze as her inexperienced hand fumbled at my member, wanting to shout with joy when her young fingers wrapped around me. But as it was, I was committed to the move I was making, and now knowing that Karla was willing to touch me sexually, I had the confidence of knowing her hand would be back. Pulling away from her hand as I slipped down, she let out a small groan of disappointment, but I suspected that in a matter of moments her regrets would be forgotten.
Barely able to breathe, barely able to think straight, I resumed my kisses at Karla's neck, then traced a line across her breast bone. She sensed right away what I was up to, and I felt her body stiffen, not in fear I now knew, but in anticipation. Teasing her as I rubbed my aching cock against her legs, I kissed all around her breasts, drawing near, but each time turning away. Her chest began to rise in anticipation, then collapse with a sigh each time I changed direction. She was imploring me to consummate the act with her body, and I loved the power I felt at arousing a young girl, this young girl, in this way. My right hand traced lines along Karla's stomach as I teased, dipping down often to follow the elastic at the top of her shorts. Finally sensing she was ready to pop, and unable to resist any longer, my mouth smothered her right breast…
VIII.
It was intensely erotic, suckling this tender, immature breast. The moment my mouth touched her, I was hooked. My lips traced the swollen flesh that would one day be a full, womanly breast, and my tongue teased a nipple that would one day stand up rigid and proud. Moving from left to right, I devoured her breasts with complete abandon as I ground my cock into her legs and rubbed my hand across her stomach. Focusing now on Karla's right breast, I dipped my hand down, allowing my fingertips to trail down under the elastic band on Karla's shorts, testing the waters. She stiffened, but again I knew it wasn't a bad thing. Not a word had passed between us, but we were communicating well, and with absolute confidence that Karla was willing, I slid my hand down into her shorts.
My urgency was greater now, but it was still an easy matter to make myself move slowly. The love I felt for Karla, the awe I felt at touching her beautiful young body, was real and easily expressed. My hand slipped into her shorts, and my fingers then slipped beneath the elastic of her panties. In the darkness, I wondered if they were aqua, then I wondered if I would ever know. It didn't matter; the sense of touch was all I needed. As soon as my fingers felt the rise of Karla's mons veneri s, I paused my explorations and merely savored. My hand was inside Karla's shorts, inside Karla's panties, and mere inches from her young pussy. It was intense, the mere mental imagery of what I was doing enough to push me over the edge. If I stopped here, I knew I would happily jerk off for weeks just thinking of what would have happened next. However, I knew I wouldn't stop, and I knew Karla wouldn't stop me. My mouth was still on Karla's breast, but my sucking had stopped, my concentration lost. Karla seemed to have stopped breathing. The Earth may well have quit spinning. My fingers had not encountered pubic hair, and not sure at what age a young girl developed hair on her pussy, I was tempted to rush my movements to learn if she was still totally bald; I instead moved sideways, tracing my fingers off Karla's mons into the valley created by the rise of hip bone. I ran my fingers from hip bone to hip bone, relishing the warmth of her skin and the silky feel of her panties sliding across the top of my hand.
I could wait no longer, and when I shifted my movement downward, the exhale of breathe from Karla suggested she felt the same way. My fingertips found the top of her slit, and then followed it downward until I cupped her tiny pussy. Karla, in an instinctive act of submission eventually learned at some age by girls the world over, parted her legs to make space, giving herself over to me.
I paused yet again to consider the moment. I was no longer troubled by the shame and the guilt, and too impassioned to realize that those feeling would return later in earnest. I was naked in bed with this pretty young girl, whom I loved and protected as my own, and admired in ways she would never know, my mouth on her bare breast, my hand down her pants covering her hairless pussy. There was nothing wrong about this moment; this was pure love and adoration, from which is born the greatest passion, and pure passion is what I felt. I wanted this tender young girl, and I needed her. I felt more love and more devotion in my heart than I had ever known, and it only served to make my cock throb incessantly, my lips to suckle more urgently, and my fingers to explore sweet, untouched flesh more tenderly. Heaven could take me now, my life was complete. Nothing to this point in my experience compared to what I felt. As Karla squirmed under my touch, sighs of pleasure now escaping her lips, I realized that this pretty young girl, who sadness had enveloped for so long, was in truth a sensual being, and was offering herself to me as her first.