"Carmen and The Law"

Travis had spent the day working hard. He was glad that the family had wanted to help out and was surprised with the way everyone had pitched in, even Pete with his broken leg. He had sat on the couch and helped out by going through old boxes they had found in the attic and the rooms, finding anything he thought was useful and placing it into a pile. Travis was actually surprised by some of his choices but when he explained them he was impressed. The minds of kids always thought of things in totally different ways.

His main job had been securing the bottom level, and he had spent the morning destroying a few of the cupboards and wardrobes for timber to cover the windows and moving other furniture to block the doors. It was Pete again who had come up with a fabulous design for that. Travis had been just piling stuff up, but had then had the thought of, What if they needed to get out quickly?

The problem was it needed to be solid to keep people out, but easy enough to shift in an emergency. he had been sitting there trying to puzzle it out when Pete had called out wondering what he was doing. Travis had explained things, never one to belittle kids or their brainpower. He had thought for about ten minutes and had then got all excited calling for his cousin Becky to go and grab his I Pad. He had then shown Travis a game where a bunch of things could be stacked in front of a door then slid across to get it out of the way but not backwards when people tried to get in.

Travis smiled and ruffled his hair and soon the doors were blocked and he tested them out. Then he had spent a few hours roaming the streets in his truck, going from one secure house to another, scavenging what he could, both in food and building materials. By the end of the day he had gotten a few more goodies and a good supply of building stuff. In fact he thought he would have enough to finish off the outside tomorrow. Then they would really be safer, at least from the crazies and could relax a little.

He made it back close to dinner time and helped set up a few sniper nests for himself. He would be teaching everyone how to shoot after they secured the house, but for now he was sure Anubis and himself would be enough.

As he was coming down from the roof where he had set up the last one, he found everyone discussing new rooms. He smiled as he walked to the front door to grab his duffle bag of clothes and Anubis's stuff. It would be good to sleep in an actual bed again. With the decision to stay he would actually choose a bed, but he would make sure it was downstairs in case anything happened.

He bumped into Ruth on his way to choose and she directed him towards one. "End of the hall, Travis. Best room in the house. Close to the kitchen ... private bathroom..." She elbowed Carmen inconspicuously, adding, "Easy access to the other amenities ... and quiet ... very quiet, so you don't have to listen to the kids and--" She cleared her throat as if to emphasize conspicuously to him the possibilities, "--the kids don't have to listen to you."

He wondered why Carmen had been there, but she was probably choosing her room as well. As he walked towards the room it suddenly hit him, "--the kids don't have to listen to you," she had said. My god was she giving him permission to take Carmen to his room and with Carmen right there was she actually trying to encourage it! He was a little shocked but then if she was okay with it it was one less worry of his mind. Now it was just up to Carmen to decide if it was something she truly wanted to do.

Dinner was just as awkward for Travis with Ruth again hinting at his new place in the scheme of things. he wished she would stop as it now felt she was putting undue pressure on Carmen to do the exact thing he did not want her to do. It seemed Ruth was trying to set up Carmen with Travis as a sort of reward and way to keep him around. Travis sighed. He had just got over telling her he did not want that and now here was her Aunt pushing her into that situation. he might have to have words with her next.

Still the dinner was good and with the things he had scrounged they wouldn't go hungry for awhile. He had hardly hit any of the houses yet either and had mainly concentrated on building supplies today. He would probably have to go back again and give them a second look.

Once they had finished dinner Travis went outside to try something. The only way into the house area was the drive because the large gates had been torn down. Travis thought he might have a simple solution that might last for a little while.

With Anubis to keep watch he took a large coil of rope to the gates and began to tie one end to the first pillar. As he turned Anubis barked and he had his 9mm out and in his hand, pointed towards where his partners nose was facing at head height. A crazy was running towards him and he calmly put 2 shots in it's head and began to walk on. The things head had exploded into a fine red mist, although it's body had continued on for another four steps before falling over. Travis had converted all his ammunition into hollow points long ago. He made sure if he hit it was doing damage.

Tying the rope to the other side, he pulled it tight at waist height and tied it off. He hoped that the Crazies tendency to stop when blocked would apply to a rope as well. If they felt the rope on their waist and it held they should think 'Nope can't go that way'. Well that was his hope anyway, at least until he fixed the gates.

He made his way back inside and grabbed a drink. Today had been a good day and he was looking forward to another hot shower and then an actual bed to sleep in.
 
"Try this instead."

Ruth smiled broadly as her sudden appearance startled the cop. Travis hadn't been warned of her approach by the beautiful German Shepherd because the matriarch had opened one of the cans of cat food found during the kitchen's destruction and opened it for him in the main hall. The retiree held out a dusty bottle of cognac, waggling it invitingly.

"My father brought this back from Europe after the war," she began as she approached her newest family member. "I found him sitting alone in his library one day--" She jerked a thumb down the hall toward the room at the other end of the house. "This was his home before it was passed down to my brother, God rest both of their souls."

She hesitated a moment, emotion flooding through her at both her distant and recent losses. She continued, "He was just sitting there, staring at the bottle. Said he took it off, and I quote, A bloody bastard of a NAT-zee fuck." She laughed, took a swig from the bottle, and offered it to Travis. "I was ... oh, I don't remember, the '50s sometime ... and I was 6. And although I didn't know the word fuck, my mother cringed beside me and sent me out of the room. I could hear her chastising my father for his profanity, so ... I knew it was a word worth remembering but never repeating."

She turned away and began to move about the master bedroom slowly as she continued. "I can also remember my father's response to my mother. I don't remember the words, but ... I remember the ... I can feel the meaning." She turned back to face Travis, finishing with a serious tone, "We all must grow up sometime ... sometimes earlier than we'd imagined ... sometimes earlier than we should. His message to my mother was simple: real life shouldn't be held back from children. Otherwise ... they won't know how to be an adult ... how to act like an adult ... when the times comes for them to take the responsibilities of one."

She was moving back toward Travis as she finished, and she reached out for the bottle and took another sip before slipping the little thing back into the pocket of her favorite old cardigan. She studied him for a moment before she continued.

"It's time for Carmen to experience real life, Travis," she said, her tone both gentle and serious at the same time. She reached a hand up to his cheek, smiled, and patted him softly. "She told me about her little ... dalliance on the couch last night."

Ruth's smile widened at Travis's reaction, but she just plowed forward. "She is a naïve, innocent little girl on the outside. But, inside, raging, is the heart and soul of a woman trying to escape." Ruth leaned closer to Travis as if to emphasize her words. "Help that woman escape, Travis. We need that woman now. Carmen likes to believe that I am the matriarch of this family, the one who will keep us all safe and sound ... together ... as a fam--"

Her throat choked, and her words ceased. Her eyes glazed a bit, and she had to turn away from Travis for a few steps of thought before turning back to tell him, "I'm dying, Travis." She gave a dismissive wave toward nothing in particular, clarifying, "Oh, it's got nothing to do with all this ... shit! I have a condition. Hell, I can't even pronounce it. Some genetic defect with my heart. I was diagnosed before the virus. My gerontologist gave me six months."

She laughed suddenly, wiping away the moisture that was threatening to become tears. "That was seven months ago. I had it controlled with medication, but--" She didn't think it was necessary to finish that thought. She probably wasn't the only ill person out there who was or had been suffering from an inability to get to their local pharmacy. She looked to Travis with a serious expression. She patted an open hand to her chest. "I can feel it, in here. My time is only days, weeks away. Doc says that one night I'll lay down ... and just not wake up. Could be tonight ... tomorrow ... next week."

She could feel the tears threatening again. She walked back to stand close to Travis, taking his hands in hers and she looked up into the tall man's eyes. "I won't be here for the children any longer, but Carmen will. And I know that you have to leave and get back to your official duties elsewhere, so..."

She squeezed his hands meaningfully, again looking deeply into his eyes. "You have to make of that child the woman this family will need once you are gone. Show here what she is capable of. Show her how to ... reach deep, to find her strength."

She reached up to take his face in both of her hands, stood on her tippy toes, pulled him the rest of the way to her, and kissed him on the cheek. She asked almost in a whisper, "Can you do that for this family, Travis...? For me...? For Carmen?"
 
Travis looked at Ruth's beseeching face and could not deny the old woman anything. He knew right then if she had told him to marry her young niece he probably would have done it, but she was not doing that. She was only asking him to do what he could to make her a strong woman before he left and to teach her how to lead and protect her family.

Of course he could see in her eyes that unspoken thought she was having. She had put him in a room in which no one else could hear the goings on for a reason. She wanted him to make her a 'Woman' in every sense of the word and she was hoping that something became of that as well. He could tell by the way she kept calling him Family.

It was the subtle things she was doing that told him she was also manipulating him as well as her niece, but honestly he didn't mind it all that much. He was starting to have those thoughts himself and didn't need all that much encouragement from her, although it was nice to know he had her approval.

"I will do all I can, and you can be sure that I will take good care of your family and make sure that they are safe before I leave them Ruth. You do know that Carmen will have some say in this though. I will never take any woman by force and I have already told her I will not do anything if she feels she is only doing it out of gratitude or a sense of trying to keep me here. She has to want me for me, not the situation. I have told her I am staying no matter what and I will still make her a strong woman. You may want to have a little talk with her though," he smiled, "Help her sort out her feelings. To be honest I don't know why someone as beautiful as your niece would even have feelings for someone like me, but if she does I will love her as strongly as any man has a woman."

He looked down sheepishly. "Probably not something I should be telling her Aunt but yes I do love her and want her, strange as that sounds as we have only been together for two days. There is just something about her that makes it more than just lust if you can understand that."

He leaned down and kissed the old woman on the cheek and then hugged her. "Who knows. From what I have seen of you Ruth you are a stubborn old woman and could survive for a long time yet. Give me just a few days to fix this gate and then i can make a run into town and check out several pharmacies and even at my base. Just give me your pill bottle and I will see what I can do. You have to help me out as well you know."
 
"I will do all I can," Travis began, reassuring Ruth that her family would be safe and that her great niece would be treated as the matriarch would have expected in any situation. She was happy to hear this, and she trusted every word that the man said. There was sincerity in his voice and face. When he began speaking of her own future, however, Ruth only smiled politely and thanked him for his concern. He finished, "You have to help me out as well you know."

"I already have," she said, squeezing his hand. She winked and donned a devilish smirk as she whispered, "I have given you permission to deflower my niece ... but not before I sat down with her and explained that tonight she was going to be deflowered."

She laughed at Travis's reaction to the blunt declaration, then -- as she pulled out the bottle of cognac again -- she reassured him, "She wants you, too, son. She's not the kind to act impulsively. It's not in her blood. She's more like me than she wants to believe sometimes. I once slept with a man on our first date ... and I married him ... and I remained married to him until he passed away, God rest his soul, forty years later."

Ruth took one last swig from the bottle that had been in her family longer than she'd been alive, then handed it to Travis. She patted him on the cheek again, turned, and strode out of the room with the air of a queen, laughing, "I left a little something in the bathroom for you, my son."

When he got around to wandering into the attached bath, he would find a bottle half full of lubricant. She wouldn't explain to him that she found it hidden between the layers of this very bed, hidden and forgotten after one of Carmen's parents' wild weekends.

"Don't hurt my niece," she said as she passed through the doorway. She'd meant it both as a matter of the heart and a matter of the body ... as in Don't forget to lube that cock of yours before you force it into my niece. The last thing she said to him was, "You're a good man, Travis."




"You're beautiful, my dear."

Carmen stood before the full length mirror in her Gma's bedroom as her great aunt fiddled with the negligee the matriarch had located buried deep in one of the guest closets.

"This is ... stupid!" the teen declared. Ruth tried to reassure her that she looked beautiful, but as she groped her own breasts and shifted them about within the lacy fabric, she declared, "It doesn't fit! It can't fit! I don't have anything to fill it out!"

"You're beautiful, Carmen," Ruth told her, slapping her hands away from her bosom. She looked right at her great niece's breasts in the reflection as she said, "They're beautiful, and they're just enough ... just perfect."

Ruth reached up to her own similarly weighted bosom, shifting them playfully. As Carmen laughed embarrassingly, Ruth told her, "My dear William used to say that more than a mouthful was a waste--"

"Oh my God!" Carmen exclaimed. "TMI!"

Even at her age, Ruth knew what that meant. She laughed with Carmen, then returned to adjusting the negligee upon the less than entirely curvaceous girl.

"He won't like it," Carmen said, staring. When Ruth told her it wouldn't matter, the teen laughed and asked, "Why not?"

Ruth laughed loudly, lifting the front of the negligee to reveal the tiny panties as she said, "Because it won't be on you long!"

Carmen pushed the thin gown down again, desperate to cover herself. As Ruth went the bureau and began talking about her great niece's make up and hair, Carmen studied her figure -- or lack thereof -- in the mirror. She turned a bit left, then right, studying herself. She wasn't ugly, or course. She could remember boys at the pool and river whistling at her in her jean shorts and modest bikini top, though she had done her best to ignore them.

Will he like me? she asked herself again. She turned all the way around and peeked over her shoulder at her backside. Her firm, youthful ass had never seem so much air since she was a toddler sprinting around the house naked, trying to avoid having yet another uncomfortable diaper. She caught Ruth looking at her with a devilish smile and snapped, "Oh, shut up."

They laughed together before sitting Carmen down to brush out her hair and put just a modest layer of make up on her face. When they were done, they both studied the teen. Carmen had never looked so ... adult. It seemed appropriate, the teen thought, since the goal tonight was for her to finally become one.

"Ready?" Ruth asked. She helped her great niece to her feet, gave her a tight hug, then asked again with a more serious tone, "Are you ready, my dear ... really? You don't have to do this."

"I'm not doing it because I have to," Carmen cut in defensively. She drew a deep breath, then let it out slowly. She said almost in a whisper, "I'm doing it ... because I want to." When her aunt studied her with sympathetic eyes, Carmen said with a desperate tone, "I really like Travis. Really! But ... is he going to like me?"

"Hon-ey...!" Ruth said, grasping her by the shoulders and looking deep into her eyes. "He already does!" She fluffed up the edge of the negligee, saying, "This...! This is just for show. You could go in there wearing the ugliest sweats you could find and he would still want you."

"Really?"

"Yes! Oh my god yes, honey," Ruth told Carmen, pulling her into a tight hug. After a long moment, she pushed her great niece out to arms length and smiled as widely as she had all night. She cocked her head playfully, and said, "I have an idea."



Carmen knocked on the door of Travis's room. She was trembling. You can do this, you can do this, you can do this... she chanted to herself. Then she considered her chant and changed it. I WANT to do this, I WANT to do this, I WANT to do this! The door opened, and Travis gave her a once over glance in her sexy outfit.
 
Travis was surprised to see the outfit that Carmen arrived in but then chuckled. He knew Ruth had had a hand in this somehow. He supposed this was to somehow calm the girl down but by the look on her face it wasn't really doing a great job. Still at least she wasn't panicking too much.

"Why don't you look lovely tonight my dear," he complimented her. "I suppose I should invite you in after you have gone to all the trouble of dressing up for me." He smiled to show her he was joking a little and he moved aside and invited her in.

He watched as she walked nervously inside and moved towards the bed. Just before she got to it she turned back towards him and looked at him before lowering her eyes. He closed the door and moved over to her and lifted her head up with one finger and then gently kissed her on the lips.

"Do you know how beautiful you look tonight? It does not matter what you are wearing, you could have come in here wearing a dirty garbage bag and still have looked just as beautiful." He laughed a little, "Well alright maybe not but you get the point. It is you that is beautiful not the clothes you are wearing. I can tell you are a bit self conscious but there is no need to be. You are perfect. I am just wondering what someone as beautiful as you see's in someone like me."

Travis shook his head then kissed her again, this time a little more passionately. " Whatever it is that you see however I am grateful for it and will try to live up to it."

He stepped forward and kissed her again allowing his tongue to slip into her mouth while his hands began to roam her body lightly. He kept them in safe areas for now, letting her get used to the feeling of him caressing her body. Soon enough he could begin exploring more intimate parts of her but for now he could contain himself.

After several minutes he pulled back but still kept his arms around her. He smiled down at her and brushed some stray hairs out of her eyes. "So do you feel up to taking off your clothes yet or would you like to just continue what we are doing? We have all night and I am happy to go at your pace."
 
"Why don't you look lovely tonight my dear," Travis said upon spying Carmen's childish pajamas. She chuckled in embarrassment. He went on, "I suppose I should invite you in after you have gone to all the trouble of dressing up for me."

"Sexy, aren't they?" she giggled as she walked into his room. She listened to his flattery, then his question about what she could possibly see in him. She responded in almost a whisper, "You are handsome."

Carmen cringed and looked away, thinking COR-ny! She didn't resist when Travis took her into his arms and kissed her. She very much enjoyed kissing the man. A chill ran up her spine as the embrace became more intimate, more passionate. Carmen was wondering why he wasn't pawing at her like he'd begun to do last night on the couch before she suddenly fled. That's why! she told herself, replaying the word fled in her mind.

Carmen was torn about whether or not she wanted Travis all over her. She wanted to be his lover, there was no doubt about that at all. But ... it was scary! She was only 18. She'd never kissed a boy before yesterday. She'd only known Travis for maybe 30, 35 hours. And now, she was going to fuck with him.

She needed for him to make the first major move. Then, as if reading her anxious mind, he asked, "So do you feel up to taking off your clothes yet or would you like to just continue what we are doing?"

Carmen felt her face explode with the heat of a serious blush. She had to look away, pretending to walk about and inspect the room that was now his.

" We have all night," he continued, "and I am happy to go at your pace."

My pace? Carmen thought. What is my pace? She was like an old gramma in a Ferrari going to church. Did the car itself set the pace? Or did the driver? Was Carmen the driver? Or Travis? Maybe Travis was the driver and she was the Ferrari, and he was supposed to drive her.

"My pace," Carmen finally murmured, having no idea what that meant of course. She glanced at Travis, smiled a bit, then continued her little walk around the room. She decided that delay was best for the moment and asked him if he had everything he needed: bedding, towels, soap. It was embarrassing after she'd gone on for a bit, knowing that the experienced man had to know that she was scared to death. She was near to the bathroom door when she suddenly said, "Gimme a minute, okay?"

She entered the bathroom and slammed the door behind her. She whispered to herself, "Oh my god, grow up!"



It was a full ten minutes later that she emerged from the bathroom, stepping just a few steps out to hold her arms out a bit before turning slowly around, showing what she'd had on underneath as she asked timidly, "Is this better than the pajamas, Travis?"
 
Travis had to suppress a groan of almost pure animal lust. Was it any better? My god she looked like a Goddess dressed like that. Gulping he smiled at her and just nodded. "Oh That is very sexy Carmen and any Man would be privileged to see you like that, because I know I am. However now I feel very overdressed. I hope you don't mind if I get myself a little bit more comfortable.

Travis knew if he undressed it might do two things. It might put her at ease a little bit, and it might make her a little horny at the same time. He was hoping for both reactions, it would make the night a lot easier for both of them.

He slowly began to take off the T-shirt he was wearing revealing his muscular chest and arms, then leaned down and undid his belt and unzipped his pants before letting them slide to the floor. Leaning down he took them off and at the same time he removed his socks and then stood back up. Travis stood in his Boxers and looked at her.

"So do you feel more comfortable or more uncomfortable? I know this is the first time you have probably ever seen a man like this so what do you think? Do I look okay or am I a bit of a disappointment," he chuckled.
 
"Oh, that is very sexy Carmen..." Travis responded, proclaiming his luck at being the first man to see her this way. Carmen was simultaneously tickled at the man's appreciation for her and horribly nervous at what that appreciation was to soon manifest itself as ... sex. She tried to hide the light trembling in her body, pressing her hands to her hips. It was in vain, though.

When Travis asked her if it would help if he was less dressed, too, Carmen's eyes widened. She tried to tell him yes, but her mouth wouldn't open. She then tried to nod, and again her head wouldn't move. She simply stood there staring intently as Travis began removing his clothing. She was impressed with his muscular torso, but when he removed his pants...

"Oh, God..." she murmured. She didn't mean it, but her eyes fixed upon his groin and wouldn't leave it. Inside the tight fitting underwear, Carmen could see the obvious shape of his ... Oh God, that's his ... my God...

Travis's hardening cock was right there for Carmen to see, even if it was still contained within his underwear. Oh, she'd looked at one on the internet, of course. Every teen age girl with a computer had. But, as Travis had just stated, it was the first time she'd seen one in the flesh.

Of course ... she actually hadn't, yet ... at least, not literally in the flesh. As she realized that her heart was beating and her chest was rising and falling in excitement, she asked meekly, "Can I ... you know ... can I ... see it?"
 
Travis had seen the look on her face change from one of trepidation, to one of excitement and then curiosity. He was glad she had not been put off by his body. He might be in his early thirties but he still exercised regularly and his work kept him fit, so he still had a muscular toned body.

He was rather surprised when her eyes got wide and her eyes fixed themselves on his groin. He felt himself getting hard under her scrutiny and blushed a little. He thought about other things, but with her standing there in a sexy white negligee, it was hard not to become aroused. Luckily he was able to keep himself from becoming fully erect, but he did fill out his boxers nicely.

Her eyes bulged a little and then came the words he never thought he would hear. "Can I ... you know ... can I ... see it?"

Travis smiled at her and did a little shimmy as he grabbed the top of his boxers. "Well seeing as you asked so nicely I think I can arrange that, although I will be expecting you to be doing the same afterwards."

He slowly lowered his boxers until just before his package would have been revealed then he pulled them back up, then pulled them back down again, teasing her. He watched her eyes and saw them getting bigger and bigger and he finally pulled them fully over himself and let them drop to the floor allowing her to see him fully naked.

His cock was standing up a little but was mainly hanging down between his legs. At 5 inches long it was a nice length but still not at it's biggest. He was circumcised and the head was starting to fill up and turn slightly purple. As he watched her eyes fall upon it, it twitched and began to rise up as if it liked her attention.

"Well beautiful I hope you like what you see. Is the sight of your first penis everything you hoped it would be." He moved closer to her and whispered quietly to her," You can even touch it if you want to."
 
Carmen blushed again, then laughed softly, as the cop did his abbreviated striptease, before finally pulling his shorts off to let them drop to the carpet. Again, she just stared at him in shock and awe.

It was incredible. As so big. To Carmen's eyes, at least, it was huge. She, of course, had nothing -- no previous, live viewing experience -- with which to compare it. Or sure, she'd seen bigger ones on the internet, but ... had they all been real...? Had they been -- her intelligent brain was suddenly scrambling for the right word -- had they been average or median in size? Or had those monsters been ... well, monsters...! aberrations of the male physique?

Carmen may have been a naïve, virginal teen age girl, but she wasn't ignorant ... uninformed. She had done all the secret erotic reading while her mother had thought she was working on homework. She had actually read all of the texts -- looked at the pictures -- sent to her by her more promiscuous friends, all eager to either get her out of her shell and laid or interested in simply embarrassing her with images and text of erotic or pornographic nature. So, she'd seen her share of two dimensional cocks and read about how size didn't matter, that it was all about the owners ability to use the thing dangling between their legs.

Dangle might not have been the right word, though. As he stood before Carmen, Travis's cock was slowly hardening and rising stiffly as if to point at her and announce We want YOU! Five inches or fifteen, it was the most perfect penis Carmen could have hoped to ever see in three dimensions.

He broke the spell his unit was having upon Carmen with, "You can even touch it if you want to."

She laughed sharply, shocked by the suggestion. It hadn't occurred to Carmen that she would be holding Travis's penis in her hands. Wasn't he just supposed to put it inside her...? Move it around...? She felt her face explode again -- Would these blushes ever end? -- as she looked up to the cop's face, then away, then back, then down once more. Touch it...? How ... how do you touch it?

He had moved to within a couple of feet of Carmen, close enough to ensure her that he was allowing this but far enough away that she would have to make the move. In her mind, a little voice was begging Travis Put it in my hands! I can't do this! But Carmen knew that Travis was doing this -- maintaining this distance, however slight -- to give her time, to give her a way to decline, to ... well, to be courteous and give her a moment to consider her next move maybe?

Do it! Touch it! Touch it now! It's not going to bite!

Carmen could hear the voice in her mind. The voice was her voice, obviously. She tried to imagine it was someone else's, perhaps her great aunt or one of the girls from school, someone she could blame later if this went horribly wrong. But it wasn't. The voice inside Carmen's head telling her to reach out and clutch Travis's cock was her own, and she knew ... she knew the voice was giving her wonderful advice.

The teen stepped forward, ever so slowly, in tiny steps, until she was close enough to reach out to Travis. She didn't start her investigation of the beautiful man with his now nearly fully hardened penis, though. She started by gently touching the tip of her middle finger, then other fingers, to his upper most abdominals, near the lowest reaches of his rib cage, just below the powerful pectorals, to which her slowly caressing fingers next moved.

"Hard," she whispered about the muscles, though her brain was probably still thinking about the growth down below that was now only about two inches from touching her low on her own belly. Carmen's flattened hand caressed up over Travis's chest muscles, her finger tips gently toying with one nipple, then the other, before finding the thin patch of hair near the meeting of his clavicles. She smiled at his reaction, asking, "Tickle?"

The smile faded, though, as she began to let her fingers caress down Travis's body, from his chest to his abs again. She traced the tip of her index finger through the valleys of the six packs, circling his belly button, smoothing outward toward his hips. Her second hand joined the action, essentially resting gently on the man's chest as if wanting to be able to push him away should this begin to not feel right. But the first hand continued its wandering, first rising again over abs and pecs, then down the middle until it reached the beginnings of the curly patch that could no longer be considered part of his chest hair and had to be considered part of ... that hair.

Carmen hesitated here though, not reaching down any farther yet. The entire time she'd been caressing over Travis's body, the teen's eyes had been on the meeting point of her fingers and his flesh. She hadn't been able to look into his eyes. It was too embarrassing. She was touching a man! She was enjoying touching a man! She couldn't look into his eyes as she did this!

But now, she looked up into Travis's eyes, and after a moment, she raised a hand to the back of her neck, pulled slowly at the bowed string there, and -- after holding the tie for a moment, realizing that she was again trembling -- let loose of it. The negligee slipped from Carmen's body to gather around her feet on the carpet. She couldn't keep her eyes on Travis's any longer, looking down to the floor -- only to see his big cock -- and then away toward the carpet elsewhere.

She was conflicted about the presentation she was giving Travis. Carmen wasn't the most womanly of women. She was barely a "B" cup. But her breasts were firm and well shaped, gravity defying her more bosomy friend at school had once called them after playfully bouncing her own huge, drooping bazongos, causing the girls to laugh. Her nipples were so hard they almost hurt, thrusting out a good half inch from the darker, brown-pink areolas that were adorned with miniscule little bumps of their own.

And the rest of her body was just as tight and smooth. Carmen had always been thankful that while depriving her of tits that would cause men to stare, like they did with the more endowed girls Carmen knew, Mother Nature had seen fit to also deprive her of the extra pounds that she should have been putting on with all of the candy and meat she ate over her life.

I look nice, I look beautiful, I look sexy, she told herself again, repeating the words Ruth had made her chant back before the full length mirror earlier in the evening. She peeked up to Travis to see if he was admiring her as she hoped ... or staring with a confused look, wondering where the rest of her womanly flesh was...
 
Travis had stayed very still as Carmen had tentatively approached him then had remained so as her fingers had lightly began to caress his body. It had felt good, in fact it had felt remarkable as this virginal girl had run her fingers over his chest and lower abs.

He couldn't believe how exciting it felt. He had had many women caress him over the years but none of them had made him feel like this. Maybe it was because he knew this was her first time touching a man, or maybe it was just the way she was touching him in a light teasing manner. Whatever the case he found his body trembling in desire for her.

She misinterpreted the trembling as contained laughter and thought she was tickling him and he had to take a deep breath to stop it. He didn't want her stopping just because she thought he was laughing.

It must have worked because her hand started moving lower and lower to his now fully erect penis. It was standing at it's full height of around a little over 7 inches, the head now a deep purple full of blood and the balls hanging low in their sack. He had a reasonable girth but he had never measured it, but the women he had been with had told him it was nice so he didn't care. As long as the ladies liked it what did it matter how big it was.

He felt her hand stop and he looked down in puzzlement, then saw her untie her negligee and let it slip to the floor. She was now only clad in her white panties but her trim waist and perfectly sized breasts were on full display to him. Her nipples stuck out a fair way and were just begging to be suckled but she was looking at a spot on the carpet.

He gazed at her at her in pure amazement as he took in her body and then a little bit of hunger crept into his eyes. Still he wondered why she kept looking away every time she started to show him a part of her body. Then he suddenly understood her reluctance. She didn't know how perfect she was. He lifted her head again until she was looking into his eyes. " Carmen you are a beautiful woman and I don't know who has filled your head with the nonsense that your not. I bet you think that all men just want large breasts and a big butt. I am here to tell you that's wrong. To me you are perfect. You have the perfect breasts for your body and a beautiful tight bum. I wouldn't mind seeing it you know but you can take your time."

He bent down and kissed her gently then looked down past her. "Besides if you don't believe me ask him. He doesn't just rise up for anyone you know," he chuckled.
 
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"Carmen you are a beautiful woman..." Travis began as she stood there, trembling in fear and discomfort ... and excitement.

She believed him when he said not all men were looking for voluptuous figures, yet she still couldn't help but wish she was more woman than she was. Until two years ago, she's been able to participate in gym without wearing a bra if she'd wished. Until just a year ago, she was still buying her jeans in the Boys Department. More than once, people had called for her attention with Hey buddy! or Your next in line, guy! More than once in her life it had taken such a distracted person a longer than imaginable moment to realize their error. Once even, she had corrected a sales lady who called her son, only to have the woman ask, Are you sure you're a girl?

"Besides, if you don't believe me, ask him," Travis continued. "He doesn't just rise up for anyone you know."

Carmen didn't immediately understand the man's implication and followed his eyes downward. Her own eyes swelled, and she looked away quickly, laughing in total embarrassment. Travis's cock had only gotten bigger! Conspicuously so, to the point that Carmen's first thought was THAT'S how I saw them on the internet ... my god.

"Sorry!" she said quickly, peeking back at Travis, her face yet again exploding in red. "I wasn't laughing at-- you know, at it ... about it. I mean...! I mean I was, but not--" She drew and released an exasperated breath, unable to say what she meant. She looked away for a moment, drew and released yet another deep breath, composed herself, then looked directly into Travis's eyes. As calmly as she could, she told him, "What I mean is..."

She hesitated ... then reached a hand out slowly to again touch his muscular torso. Her still trembling fingers caressed up to just touch the lower roundness of her muscular pecs as she continued, "It's ... it's ... amazing!"

She wanted to say more. She wanted to talk about it ... about it! She wanted to describe it ... to tell him what it felt like to finally see one ... to see one that hard...! ...that big! She wanted to ... to say so much more to make him understand what this moment meant to her, despite the fearful trembling that was causing her skin to explode in goose bumps, then smooth, then explode again.

She blushed again as she realized that she so badly wanted to look at it up close. My God! You're a Perv! she chastised herself. Aunt Ruth had told Carmen that Travis would take her clothes off her, caress and grope her, touch her down there to prepare her for intercourse, then ... do it. That was what Carmen had been expecting, and that was what Carmen had been horrifyingly and excitingly awaiting. There had been no mention from her Aunt that she would be ... looking at anything -- at it! -- let alone wanting so badly to touch it.

She looked away again, giggled, then looked back to Travis. Timidly, she said, "I ... I want to do something. Please."

She took Travis's hand and walked backwards toward the bed, sitting on its edge. Her gaze never left the man's eyes, even after she sat down and her head was just barely higher than the big cock now pointing fully stiffen right at her chin. Carmen still had one hand on Travis's rippling stomach, but after a long moment, she let it begin to slide downward. It kept to the right, curling out a bit to caress down his hip.

She could feel the edge of his tight ass at the tips of her fingers. She let her hand slide toward his back side, smiling -- then laughing -- as she groped his ass a bit. Her gaze was still on Travis's eyes ... until finally ... she looked down at the penis just inches away from her face. She drew another of her deep, excited breaths, holding it for a moment as she just stared at the cop's night stick. It was nothing like what she'd seen online in the pornography videos or on that erotica site from which she sometimes read and also looked at pictures, Literotica. It was ... Oh God...! It was real ... and it was here for her!

Carmen's uninvolved hand reached up to lay upon Travis's other hip, then ... after a moment, it slid inward until her fingers were in the mass of dark, curly hair surrounding the base of his cock. Her other hand moved inward as well, toying with the dark curls. She looked up into Travis's eyes again, smiling broadly.

She looked back to his cock ... then let her fingers of one hand find the base of it ... then let the fingers of the other hand find the shaft. She saw -- felt! -- his reaction to the gentle touch of her fingers upon his sensitive skin. She giggled. "Is this okay?"

Carmen began touching Travis's penis with gently moving fingers, running the tips over the swollen blood vessels, along the urethra running the underside length of it, then up to the circumcised head, along its edge, to the hole at the end, down the length again. She spent a good two minutes simply examining it until she knew it well enough likely to be able to draw it on paper without error.

She finally looked up to Travis again. She asked hopefully, "So ... what do we do now?"
 
Travis was a little fearful. Carmen had shied away from looking at him, (well at one part of him) and he was a little worried that she would not look at it at all. He had heard of some women that would not do that but led normal healthy sex lives. They just had to have the lights off during sex, but he did not want to turn her into one of those women.

Fortunately she did glance down, but looked away in embarrassment, glowing red and laughing. He knew it was not aimed at him but was more a reaction at the situation and he smiled as she tried to explain that and began to reach out and tell her it was okay when she seemed to calm down and once again her hand traveled to his chest.

He kept quiet and let her work it out on her own, but this time he was going to let her know if it felt good by groaning to show her what a good job she was doing. It might reassure her and encourage her.

He was more than surprised when she led him over to the bed and then sat down on it. His eyes widened. Just what did she think she was doing. Then her hand which had crept down to his stomach began to move down even further and he shuddered in delight. It moved towards his hip and then his ass and he chuckled with her as she groped it, their eyes meeting and he smiled down at her as he sighed.

Finally she looked at his cock and her hand moved towards it. It was maddeningly close as it toyed in his pubic hair and then her other hand joined it. She looked up at him and smiled and then she finally touched him. One hand grabbed his base while the other his shaft. Of course it jumped in response and he sighed as he felt her delicate hands on it.
Looking down he gave her an encouraging smile "More than okay, it is wonderful."

He sighed and groaned as for the next little while she explored every inch of his cock, stroking it and running her fingers along it. She did it so delicately, becoming more confident the longer she did it but never loosing that touch. He was in heaven and his cock knew it as it jumped and shook under her touch.

Finally she stopped and he looked down in puzzlement. "So ... what do we do now?" she asked with hope in her voice.

He almost slapped himself. He had forgotten that she was totally new to this and had no idea how to proceed. He longed to tell her to put his cock in her mouth and start sucking, but that would come much later and only if she wanted to. Tonight was her night.

"I think it is time we changed places," he smiled down at her. "I will sit on the bed and you can get fully undressed so I can play with your body."
 
Carmen giggled in surprise at Travis's suggestion. He was going to touch her...? The concept of him touching her wasn't the surprise, of course. She'd expected even before she got here that she'd just be laying back while Travis fucked her. At least, that was the impression Aunt Ruth had given her. But it was still funny to hear the man suggest it.

As nervous as she was about what was happening between her and this man she'd only met yesterday, as she stood Carmen actually looked directly at Travis's hard cock and said to it, "Nice meeting you."

She stepped past Travis and turned back, and seeing his reaction to her playful comment she cracked up laughing, blushed, and said, "Sorry. Don't know where that came from."

After Travis sat, Carmen just stood there out of reach for a moment, trying to get the nerve up to let him what she and he had been expecting. Why was it suddenly so difficult. She'd just had his penis in her hands, touching it, caressing it, groping it. Letting him do the same to her should have been easy.

She met Travis's eyes again, smiled, then laughed. She only said, "Nervous."

She drew and exhaled another breath, then stepped up close to him with her arms dangling at her side. She whispered only, "Okay."
 
Travis started slowly to try and calm her. He caressed her belly with his hands and then her sides, letting his hand roam up and down lightly then just doing it with his fingertips.

He pulled her a little closer and then caressed her back, again lightly, running his hands up to her shoulders then all along them, back down her shoulder blades, her spine to just above her ass. Then back to her sides and up again. Then he caressed her arms and brought her hands to his mouth and lightly kissed each one.

He sensed she had calmed down a little but had also gotten a little aroused so he allowed his hands to wander back around to her front and again caress her stomach, this time a little firmer before making their way upwards.

He looked her in the eyes and then smiling he moved his way onto her breasts and began to lightly massage them. Moving them around he was surprised how firm they were and he kneaded them gently before gently beginning to play with her nipples, tweaking and rolling them between his fingers. He was impressed with their size and spent several minutes on them before he moved his hands back down her stomach and to her nether regions.

He caressed her upper thighs and gently nudged he legs open a bit and then rubbed her through her panties. A wet patch had appeared on them and he rubbed right where it was with one finger before moving his hands to the waistband of her panties.

Looking up into her eyes he smiled tenderly. "May I take them down now Carmen?"
 
Travis was driving Carmen nuts! His touch was so soft and yet so stimulating. It wasn't long before her dangling hands had moved to his shoulders, then began tightening upon them when he touched her so right. When is fingers reached her nipples, Carmen realized she'd been holding her breath for a bit and let the air out in a sudden rush that was on the verge of being a moan. Her own hands began to wander about Travis, too, to his hand, his hair, his jawline. She wanted so badly to lean down and plant her lips upon his, but she feared that might disrupt the intense pleasure he was causing her.

And we haven't even started DOING it! her brain screamed. What's THAT gonna feel like?

When Travis slipped his hand down between Carmen's thighs and found the wet spot, gently caressing the sensitive flesh hidden behind the thin fabric, she couldn't help but moan, "Ooooh... Oh, god..."

"May I take them down now Carmen?"

"Oh God yes," she said even before she realized she'd thought it. She laughed nervously, leaning down and cocking Travis's head to plant a wet, passionate kiss upon his mouth before pulling back, pulling the man's face to her sternum, and begging, "Oh my God, Travis ... please ... take them off."

(OOC: PM coming.)
 
Travis was pleased that his ministrations had paid off. Carmen was hot and horny and had seemed to have lost a lot of her nervousness and inhibitions. He started to kiss her belly where she had pulled him, soft delicate kisses as he pulled her panties down to reveal what was underneath.

He was surprised to find a well trimmed pubic patch that considering the redness on her skin had only been done recently. He wondered if this was at the suggestion of her Aunt or if Carmen was not quite so innocent as she seemed. Oh he was sure she was a Virgin, but perhaps she had down some looking on the internet or talked to some of her girlfriends that were not and had found out what men liked and was trying to please him. He appreciated the effort and smiled up at her.

"It is perfect my dear, and because it is so I believe it deserves something."

He kissed his way down her belly towards her nether lips and felt her knees starting to shake. He gripped her ass tighter as he kissed his way through her neatly trimmed patch and then he finally was right in front of the young girls lips. He smiled at how puffy they were indicating just how aroused she was as did the juice that was escaping from her.

Slowly he moved forward blowing on them gently, then gave her her first kiss on them. The first time another human being had ever touched her down here since she had probably been washed by her mother as a child.

Her legs shook and she almost buckled so he stood up and turned her around and gently laid her on the bed. He moved her up so she was laying on the pillows and crawled between her legs.

"I want you to lay back and enjoy yourself beautiful. Feel free to call out and make any noises you want, no one is going to hear you. Your Aunt assures me this room is completely soundproof."

Travis then moved his head back between her legs and began to kiss her pussy again. He planted small delicate kisses up and down her lips before they opened up slightly, then he licked her up and down, tasting her for the first time.

She was sweet but a little tangy, but it was delicious and he swept his tongue up and down inside her entrance, teasing her a little. Then he spread her open with his fingers revealing her untouched depths and plunged his tongue inside her, the first thing that had ever been in their except maybe her own fingers.

He swirled it around, licking her walls gathering her sweet nectar and drinking it down, only for her to produce more and more. This was good as he wanted her to be as wet as she could be before he took her virginity. He was not small and she was going to have to be as wet as possible to help her find pleasure not pain.

Slowly he made his way up her slit and found her clitoris and began to lick on that while he entered her pussy with a single finger. It was indeed tight and he began to move it around, stretching her out and getting her used to having something going in and out of her pussy. He moved it in until he met resistance, Her hymen and he moved back out.

Soon he had her really squirming as he continued his assault on her clit and she had loosened up enough for him to add a second finger, again stretching her out slowly. He was tempted to add a third but that might be too much for the girl, two would just have to do. He soon had her stretched out and his fingers moved in and out with relative ease although he knew his cock was going to be a different matter.

He continued his assault on her clitoris and pussy. Well at least he would give her one orgasm tonight just in case the next phase went wrong.
 
"Ooooh... God."

Carmen couldn't believe how good she was feeling -- how good Travis was making her feel. Oh, sure, she'd touched herself often since realizing what it did to her. And she'd even begun driving herself to orgasm occasionally, as she had last night in the shower to a fantasy of Travis making love to her. But despite her knowing exactly how to touch herself to cause the greatest of pleasures, this -- another person, Travis, touching her with obvious knowledge and experience -- was more pleasure than she could ever have caused herself.

What was it about having someone else's hands and mouth on you that was so much more superior in joy than touching yourself? That didn't make sense! Carmen knew exactly what to do to her own clit and nipples to drive herself to orgasm, so ... why was this making her previous episodes of masturbation seem as enjoyable as cutting her toe nails?

Travis's lips and tongue and fingers on her pussy -- in her pussy -- were simply driving her nuts. She clutched at the bedding beneath her, pulling so hard that one corner of the fitted sheet popped loose with a sproing, then the next followed a little bit later. She'd been both nervous and eager to have the man between her legs: initially she'd attempted to hold her knees closed, which didn't last long; and now they were high and wide with her heels digging into the mattress as she forced her pussy into her lover's face, urging him on.

There was a bit of pain, of course, when Travis intruded upon her hole and began probing its interior. But the pain that came with the skillfully working tongue overshadowed it enough to ward off any thought of telling him he needed to slow down, let alone stop. Carmen knew what it felt like to orgasm, of course, and soon enough it was obvious that climax was inevitable. She'd been moaning almost from the moment Travis had laid her back on the bed, and now she was crying out with every breath.

Regardless of Aunt Ruth's assurances, Carmen was sure that the others in the house could hear her. She turned her head hard to the right, trying to press her mouth into the pillow. That was uncomfortable. She ripped the pillow out from under her head and pressed it to her face with one hand while the other reached down to press Travis's head down into her groin, as if afraid he would quit before he'd finished her.

There was no hope of that, though, as suddenly the pleasure in her groin began to spread throughout her entire being. Carmen's thighs clamped shut around Travis's skull as ever muscle in her body tightened, her heels digging into his arm pits from where her feet had previously been pressing into the mattress by his sides. It was as if she was grasping him in some sort of sexual wrestling head lock, and despite his relative size and strength to Carmen, Travis wasn't going any where until the young woman's first ever orgasm with a second person was done and gone.

Her belly tensed, causing her to curl forward, her chest sucking in and holding a deep breath as the euphoria grew exponentially within her. Then ... the explosion!

Carmen knew it was coming. And she knew it was going to be big. She released her grips on the pillow and Travis's head, reached both hands up to the slats of the head board, and took hold ... as her back arched, her heels dug in, her mouth opened wide -- the pillow simply laying upon her face now -- and screamed ... long ... and loud ... as she erupted in a pleasure she'd never known could exist. Her entire body trembled, her skin broke out in goose flesh and seemed to suddenly be as cold as the North Pole, something her own masturbatory orgasms had never caused and something she wouldn't remember until later when her senses returned to her.

It was simply the most incredible thing Carmen Ridge had ever known in her life...
 
Travis knew her orgasm was approaching when the young woman started to go into fits of pleasure. Oh she was not one to hold back and she basically held him in place any way she could. He smiled into her pussy. Like he was going anywhere. He stepped up his assault on her young virgin pussy and was rewarded soon after when she literally almost screamed the house down with her first orgasm by another person.

He knew Ruth had told him the room was almost a dead zone in the house and it was almost impossible for anyone not in it to hear anything from it, but he still expected someone to break down the door after that scream. Fortunately no one came and he withdrew his fingers and stopped licking her allowing her to calm down.

He moved up beside her and while she was recovering took several things from the bedside draw. A condom and the lubricant Ruth had shown him. He figured just after her orgasm and while she was feeling her best, and while her pussy was still at it's wettest would be the ideal time to make her a true non virgin.

He slipped on the condom himself, making it easier for her and less awkward and then opened the bottle of lube. He was going to do that himself as well but then thought about it. Perhaps it would calm her if she was involved in it, or would it scare her as she began to imagine how something so big was going to fit inside of her.

He didn't know which way to go when she suddenly pulled the pillow off and looked into his eyes. Well he guessed the decision would be up to her now. He smiled at her and with a mischievous twinkle in his eye asked, "So I guess you enjoyed that huh. Would you like to feel something even better?"
 
Carmen kept her face hidden by the pillow long after she'd begun coming down from her climactic high. She knew how loud she'd been, how animated she'd been. It had been unbelievable, incredible, and now was very embarrassing. The family had to of heard her, hadn't they?

When she finally uncovered her face, she found her lover watching her with a knowing grin.

"So I guess you enjoyed that huh?"

Carmen immediately pressed the pillow over her face again and laughed, embarrassed. She hollered into the fluff, "Oh my God!"

When she moved the pillow aside once more, she looked to Travis with an expression of ... what would she call it ... deep appreciation? Travis had done something to her -- for her -- that she had never imagined could happen. Oh sure, she'd enjoyed orgasms by her own means. And she'd had fantasies about what it would be like having someone else pleasure her. But now that it had actually happened, she realized that her imaginings had been ... nothing!

He asked her, "Would you like to feel something even better?"

She nodded with a smile. Then, the smile faded. She said, "Aunt Ruth ... she says it hurts." She looked for Travis's reaction, then asked, "Why would people do it ... if it hurts?"
 
Travis looked at her and smiled fondly at her, then stroked her cheek gently. "It does not hurt all the time Carmen, In fact it only hurts the first time and hopefully only for a little while. I am sure you learned this at school but let me tell you again."

He moved up beside her and cuddled her stroking her hair as he talked. "You my dear are a virgin, and as such have a little piece of flesh inside you called a hymen. Unfortunately the first time you have sex that has to be broken and that is what causes the pain. Now if the person you are with takes their time and makes you feel really good before and after that happens, then it will only feel bad for a little while before it starts to feel like what you just experienced, only better."

He looked down and kissed her deeply, allowing his tongue to roam inside her mouth and his hand to once again massage her breast and caress her nipple. Pulling out of the kiss he looked deep into her eyes.

"I would never do anything to hurt you Carmen. I promise it may hurt a little at first but then you will feel wonderful. If you don't we will stop straight away."
 
Carmen kissed Travis passionately, pulling his head to hers with both hands as her outside leg wrapped over his hip. She whispered to him between kisses, "Okay."

With that, she laid back flat and opened her legs, invitingly, not desperately. Carmen had seen the bottle of lubricant in his hands, and she knew what its purpose was. She didn't offer to help apply it, though. Touching his penis earlier had been magical, but ... it ... it didn't seem quite so romantic wrapped in the latex rain coat.

She looked back up to Travis's eyes and repeated in whisper with an excited smile, "Okay."
 
Good Travis thought, he had relieved some of her fears and she was once again ready to proceed. He looked down at her and as she spread her legs open he could see that she was still wet and ready for him. That just left him the task of getting himself ready.

He squeezed out a very generous dollop of lubricant onto his hand then placed the bottle back on the nightstand. Then slowly he began to rub it all over his shaft and head. He knew how weird it must look to the girl, him between her legs playing with himself while she was desperately waiting for him and he actually chuckled.

"Sorry for that Carmen. I was not laughing at you, but the situation. Here we are ready to finally take the last step and yet it looks like I am playing with myself instead of you. Let me change that."

As Travis continued to lube himself up, he reached down with his other hand and gently rubbed up and down her slit with his finger a couple of times, then centered on her clit, rubbing it in smooth slow circles.

Finally he was ready and his latex covered shaft was as wet as it was going to get. He moved into position and placed the head of it right at the entrance to her pussy. He looked deep into her eyes and then leaned down and kissed her as he thrust forward slowly and eased just the head inside her.

He left it for a few seconds then fed her an inch of his cock, feeling her virgin pussy stretching to accommodate him. He felt her gasp into his mouth and he pulled away to give her a chance to tell him to stop. Slowly he began to work that inch in and out of her and as it became easier he fed more and more of his shaft inside of her.

Once he had about almost 3 inches inside he bumped against something. He stopped and just continued at that depth for a long time until he was gliding in and out with ease. Then he eased down to her ear and nibbled on it.

"I have to break through your Hyman now Carmen so it may hurt a little, but I promise it will only be for a little bit, trust me."

He moved back and kissed her deeply then easing up a little he looked down at her with all the love he felt for her and thrust forward hard and fast, breaking through her Hyman and sinking another inch inside her.

He stopped immediately and just let her pussy adjust to having something inside of it where nothing had ever been before. He waited a whole minute kissing and caressing her neck and breasts before he started to slowly move his penis inside her again. Slowly at first, just rolling his hips without really thrusting at all, then small in and out movements maybe moving a fraction of an inch to see if she was in too much pain. Finally he moved a whole inch out and back in and she started to respond again.

He was glad she was okay and he was determined to make her first time a good one. Again he proceeded at a slow pace, in fact slower than before, he truly was in virgin territory here. Soon though he had thrust his entire length inside her and he stopped to rest with it fully nestled there.

"How does it feel to have someone inside of you Carmen? To know that you have taken his full length deep inside your body and made him yours? Don't worry we will start the really good part soon, but let your body adjust first."
 
"I think we should stop," Carmen whispered into Travis's ear. When he pulled his face back to look into her eyes, they were filled with tears. She sobbed once -- just once -- before getting control of herself. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I ... I thought I was ready..."

Carmen was dying inside! She'd been so excited about becoming Travis's lover, and now she was asking him to stop before they'd really even gotten started. She pressed her hands against his chest, urging him off, trying to wriggle out from under him. Once he was out, she rolled to her side and curled into a fetal position, clutching at the blankets in an attempt to cover herself. Tears ran down her cheeks, but she controlled her sobs.

"I'm sorry, Travis," she repeated. "Should I go?"
 
Travis had not really been prepared for this. He had thought everything had been going well but now she was a total wreck. He wrapped his arms around her and cuddled her too him.

"Don't be silly Carmen. I told you we would only do this at your pace. If you are not ready, then you are not ready. That does not mean I am going to hate you now and toss you away. I feel exactly the same way about you now as I did before we began."

He cuddled her even tighter and kissed the top of her head. He managed to finally grab the blankets and cover the both of them up. He then pulled her up onto the pillow along with him and kissed the back of her neck.

"I want you to stay with me every night. I don't care if this is all we do, although I would also like to kiss your gorgeous lips as well, but I am happy to just be with you Carmen."
 
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