Putting my hands on her hips again, it took only a gentle nudge to get her to turn around and face me – giving me the opportunity to touch my lips to her belly, just above the small, narrow strip of her pubic hair, then again to each of her pale pink nipples before I was standing in front of her again. When I opened my arms to her, she happily moved into them so we could hold each other close. The feeling of her firm breasts pressed against me, and faint tickle of her pubic hair, drove home for me just how much she'd grown since I first saw her.
When we finally released each other, Gail led the way to her bed, which had already been turned down. She hesitated a moment, and I solved her obvious quandary by picking her up with my arms behind her knees and back, then setting her down on it. She looked at me in a mix of embarrassment and humor as I got myself settled next to her.
Putting my hand on her belly, I told her "Gail, you said that you wanted us to be together – but that's not what I'm here for."
In response to the look of surprise on her face, I continued "What I'm here for is to try and make you happy. If that means that you're not a virgin when we're done, then I'll be happy with you. But if it means that you are still a virgin, because you changed your mind, I'll be just as happy with you. Whatever happens between us, however all of this turns out, I can promise you that I'll be happy when it's over if you're happy. That's all that matters to me: that when we leave here, you feel good about how things turned out. If you change your mind about wanting us to be together, that's okay with me. You don't have to tell me why, or explain anything – I can promise you that I won't be upset or unhappy or angry. Okay?"
Gail was silent for a few moments, then told me "I understand what you're saying, Jim – and it makes me feel better, knowing that it would still be okay with you if I wanted to change my mind. But I really am sure that this is what I want… to give my virginity to you, and learn about sex and making love with you."
I took her hand in mine and brought it to my lips to kiss it. I continued to hold it as I told her "Thank you, dear. I want you to know something else, too."
Unworried, she listened closely as I went on "I'm not going to do anything to try and hurry you, or make anything happen before you're ready. If you want me to stop, for any reason, just say so; I will, right then… and wait until you tell me it's okay before I go on. If there's something you want to do, you can do it – you don't have to ask, and I'm not going to be upset. If you want ME to do something, I will, and I won't think there's anything wrong or bad about it or you. You've never done any of this before, so I know there are things that you're going to want to find out… and that's okay. Sweetheart, I want you to learn things with me because I know that I'll be as patient and understanding as you need me to be."
She nodded her understanding, and I finished by telling her "There are some things that I think will help you feel good, and I'm going to try them. If you really don't like them, I'll stop – but I hope you'll give them a chance, first. The same way, I know that there are things that you probably wouldn't like, and I WON'T be doing any of those. Okay?"
Smiling, Gail told me "That's why I wanted to learn about this with you, Jim – 'cause I know how much you care for me, and love me. I really do trust you to try and help me feel good, and like what we do; and I know that you aren't going to hurt me, or do anything to make me unhappy. Like I said, I'm a little bit nervous because this is all new – but I'm not afraid of what's going to happen with us."
I lowered my head to give her a soft kiss on the forehead before touching my lips to hers, making it as gentle and caring as I could. She didn't hesitate to kiss me back; from the way she responded, I knew that she trusted me and wasn't afraid.
We exchanged several more kisses, each one lasting a bit longer and with us getting more involved. When I pulled my head back to look into her face, she told me "I want you to look at me, and… touch me."
It was a command that I was more than happy to comply with.
When I sat up next to her, I was roughly even with her waist – which made it easy for me to see as much of her as I wanted to. Her face was lovely, with its turquoise-blue eyes, slender nose, and slightly full lips. A graceful neck and delicate shoulders just begged to be nibbled on. Her breasts were more rounded than her mother's, with dark pink areolas that weren't much larger than her pencil-diameter nipples. A flat belly and abdomen led my eyes down to the pale narrow strip of her pubic covering; even sitting up as I was, I could see that though it wasn't particularly thick, it was soft and lush. The thighs that bracketed it were trim and continued into the smooth curves of her calves. I couldn't see a mark or blemish anywhere on her healthy light pink skin.
I looked into Gail's face and quietly told her "Believe me on this: you're lovely", drawing a pleased smile from her.
Extending my arm, I softly placed a hand on the outside of her ankle. I began to draw my hand upwards slowly, savoring the feel of her warm, smooth skin under my fingertips. When I got to her knee, I moved my hand enough that I was able to caress the inside of her thigh – then lightly brush against the wispy mat covering her mons before reaching the expanse of her abdomen. I couldn't resist tickling her navel as my touch moved higher, and got a soft giggle in response. After circling the base of each of her breasts, I finished by drawing my fingertips up her throat so I could tenderly caress her cheek.
After laying next to her again, I cupped her breast in my hand as I told her "Thank you for letting me do that. Your skin is so soft and smooth, and it was a real pleasure being able to touch it that way."
"I liked it, too. But what I like more is the way you're touching me now."
Recognizing a hint when clubbed over the head with it, I started doing more than just hold her firm young mammary in my hand. As I slowly mapped every square millimeter of it with my fingertips, I placed several soft kisses on Gail's face – each of her cheeks, her eyes, her chin, her forehead… and finally, her lips again. Our kiss began to lengthen, and I readily shifted my hand to the other half of her bust – and found it to be just as warm and firm and smooth as its mate. When my fingertips reached its summit, they found her areola puckered and her nipple erect.
The need for oxygen finally broke us up, and I was pleased to see a faint flush on Gail's face as I listened to her pant softly. Unashamed, she told me "It feels way better when you do that than when I do!"
Smiling, I told her "Now I'm going to do something you can't do at all" before lowering my head again… and taking the peak of her breast in my mouth.
For the next several minutes, I had a dandy time using my lips and tongue and mouth on the delightful mounds of her breasts: licking, biting with my lips, gently sucking on them at random places, and just generally doing whatever I could to tease and please her. It didn't take long for me to hear her breathing become more rapid, or for her to start emitting small noises of pleasure and arousal. She held my head in her hands, as if there was any chance that I was going to stop what I was doing any time soon…
I had both of her nipples erect and glistening with my saliva, and she was softly moaning almost continuously when I finally stopped my oral torture of her lovely bust. I'd softly kissed my way a little distance down her belly when she lifted my head up to tell me "I… I think I know what you want to do – and… and I want to do it to you, too."
Although a little surprised that she'd want to try anything like that so soon, I didn't hesitate to tell her "That's fine, sweetheart. If you'll get on top of me, we can do it together."
I could see that she wasn't quite sure what I had in mind, but was perfectly willing to take my word that it could happen. After I directed her to sit up, I lay down, confusing her somewhat. But when I had her get to her knees, then move to straddle my head, she understood and readily let me help her get situated so that we were in the classic "69" position. That left me with a view of her that I never thought I'd see: the smooth firm globes of her bare ass above the exposed mound of her young womanhood. I saw that the forest on her mound quickly tapered out as it passed the parentheses formed by her labia; at the top of her cleft, her clitoris was starting to show itself from underneath it's hood. Of more immediate interest to me was the damp entrance to her vagina that I could just barely make out between her vaginal lips, which were thin and delicate.