When our lips met again, I moved my hand so that it was gently resting on her waist; she was the one to move it to her bust before softly squeezing it to let me know she wanted me to do more than just hold it there. I certainly didn't have any problem with that, and it took me only a few seconds to conclude that she didn't have a bra on under the light dress she was wearing. As our kiss waxed and waned, that conclusion was confirmed as I patiently and tenderly re-explored both of her mammaries with my hand and brought her delightfully long nipples to erection.
Our lips separated, and there was no mistaking the smokey look in Charlenes eyes: she, too, was ready for us to move things along. It took only the lightest of nudges to her back to get her to stand up; I followed her example before moving behind her. There, I didn't delay in beginning to undo the buttons that ran down her back. Once they were all unfastened, I slowly eased my hands between the cloth and her skin, then slid them around and cupped her breasts before running my thumbs across the hard cylinders that had dented the fabric of her dress. In response, Charlene released a soft moan and leaned back against me. Several seconds later, she reached around and began rubbing her hand along the length of my inflating penis. That was the cue for me begin sliding one of my hands down her body (and discovering that she didn't have any panties on, either) toward her pelvis; there I found her extended clitoris was half-erect; I gave it a few soft tweaks before continuing onward. Between her smooth thighs, the entrance to her vagina was already beginning to leak her liquid arousal.
After toying with her opening for a bit, the end of my finger was well-wetted with her essence. That was all I needed to move my hand back up so I could take the shaft of her pseudo-penis between a couple of fingers and begin applying her own oils to its end. That was enough to draw an impassioned moan from her, followed by her extra appendage getting even stiffer under my ministrations.
After only a couple of minutes, Charlene managed to pull herself together enough to tell me "Billy, you're making me feel real good — but it isn't what I came in here for."
Reluctantly, I released my hold on Charlenes extended clitoris in favor of giving both her breasts a last gentle squeeze before easing my hands out from under her dress. Nuzzling her hair out of the way, I gave the back of her neck a soft kiss as I slid the shoulders of her dress down her arms. Not only didn't she make the slightest effort to prevent her dress from forming a puddle of cloth around her feet, she added to the mound of fabric by slipping her feet out of the sandals she had on — leaving her standing there stark naked in front of me. I had time to put my hands on her waist and give her bare shoulder a soft kiss before she moved forward a couple of steps, then turned around. The first thing I did was to look into her eyes, where I saw the smoldering desire she was feeling. From there, it was on to look at her whole face, then the rest of her… including the semi-stiff finger of flesh protruding from the dark curls of her pubic thatch. When I moved my gaze back up again, I could see that she needed a little reassurance; I didn't have the slightest hesitation about telling her "You're even prettier than I thought you were the first time I saw you. I know just how lucky I am to see you like this, and I'll always appreciate all the things that we've done together. I really do consider it an honor that you'd choose me as the first guy you're ever with, and I'll do my very best to deserve it."
That earned me a pleased and relieved smile from her before she told me "Thank you. Now it's time for me to get you naked!"
Feigning a reluctance I certainly didn't feel, I answered "Well, I guess that'd be okay…" — something that drew a soft laugh from her before she took a step toward me and reached for the collar of the shirt I had on.
It took appreciably longer for Charlene to rid me of my shirt than I'd needed to get her out of her dress; that was due to the fact that every time she got a button undone, she'd use the opportunity to kiss the newly-exposed skin and reach inside to caress however much of my chest and abdomen as she could easily reach. Even so, there came the point that I was as bare above the waist (if somewhat less appealing) as she was. The delight and anticipation she felt were plain as could be as she moved her hands to the buckle of my belt…
It took her much less time to get my pants unfastened and down around my ankles — what she was so patently interested in was forming a not-insignificant bulge in the shorts underneath. She paused a few seconds to simply look at my crotch before reached up to slide her thumbs under the waistband of my briefs; slowly, obviously teasing herself, she began to move her hands down. As she did, I took the opportunity to slide my feet out of the slippers I had on before I was hobbled by my own underwear. I was barefoot and looking down at her when she finally got my shorts pulled down far enough that my semi-erect cock popped free… something that drew a soft gasp from her, even though she already knew what it looked like. Once my balls became visible, it was a matter of but a couple of seconds before my underwear was resting on my pants.
With her eyes locked on my manhood, Charlene slowly slid her hands up my legs; as she brought her hands up, I felt her fingers softly press against my skin and muscles every so often as though she was trying to memorize the feel of me.
When her hands finally came together, it was so that she could cup my entire package in them. The way she was looking at my works was almost worshipful for the several seconds that went by before she slowly leaned forward and tenderly kissed the head of my penis. After she'd done that, she tilted her head back to look up at me and say "The things we've already done… to and with each other… I've already gotten so much pleasure from this. And now I get to find out what it feels like when it's inside me, where I want it!"
With that declaration, she tilted her head back down before leaning forward enough to take the head of my cock between her lips. A moment more, and she began to use her tongue and a gentle, rhythmic suction to start moving me toward full erection.
The next few minutes were a delight for me as she used everything she'd learned about pleasuring me, only amplified by her desire to have me filling her womanhood coupled with her enthusiasm to make it happen. As my manhood grew longer and harder, she took more and more of it into her mouth so she could stimulate me even more. By the time she let me slip from her oral embrace, I was almost achingly erect — and more than ready to try and satisfy her need to feel me inside her virginal chamber.
Satisfied with her handiwork (well after I was!), Charlene stood up. Taking me by the upper arms, she got us turned around before backing us toward my bed. When she felt it against the backs of her legs, she released her soft hold on me and sat down followed by scooting herself to the center and laying down. After bringing her knees up and spreading her legs, she told me "I'm ready, Billy. More than ready, even!"
Thinking that she just meant she was ready for me to get her going, I got onto the bed, too, and knee-walked my way to where she was. Looking down at her, I couldn't help but notice that she was a lot more ready than I'd thought: not only was the shaft supporting her clitoris standing straight out, the entrance to her womanhood below it was readily visible and clearly glistening with her female dew.
There was no mistaking the fact that she didn't need any help from me on "getting going" — she was obviously already there!
Even with Charlene clearly ready to have me try deflowering her, there was something I wanted to do: lean down and run my tongue across the entrance to her vagina so I could collect a goodly taste of her essence. Once I'd treated my taste buds to her nectar, I continued onward to position myself so that we could give each other our virginity.