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He'd listened, he'd understood and he'd said what she wanted to hear. Cavelle couldn't ask for more but he had more to offer.

He kissed her, teasing her a little with his tongue and she let her self enjoy it. For the first time since the night before the tension was completely gone. Everything was alright again.

"There is one thing I must share with you about the male psyche. Men do not always think with their brain. Sometimes they think with their other 'head' and it gets them in trouble."

He'd taken her hand and placed it on his thigh. Cavelle was listening to him, he'd shown her that respect and it was the least she could do but she was also feeling a little apprehensive at where this was going. She suspected she knew what he was wanting but if she was right this was a huge step.

She had to ask. She was ashamed to ask. It would be okay though, he would make sure it was okay.

"I want to make you happy love, Ummm..."

Her hand was still on his thigh, she noticed it was shaking. Patrick was leaned back in his seat. He'd slid it back as far as it would go. He was hard in his trousers, she could see that, she was trying not to look at it.

"...show me what to do please, I'll try."

It was a small voice when she finally managed to say it. She was convinced he wanted her to touch him but she wasn't sure. It was a huge step for her but also one she knew she had to take, she was in fact excited to take it but gods, was she nervous and gods, would she be embarrassed if it turned out she'd misinterpreted his signals.

Still she surprised herself with how strangely eager she felt, well maybe not so much eager as curious. Eager to please and curious about something she'd never seen or touched before. Then another thought struck her and it struck like a hammer...

Oh no, what of he's expecting me to use my mouth! I'm not ready for that... am I?

 

[garajd]

"Sweetheart, I was not saying that to tell you that I was expecting anything tonight; I was just trying to tell you that we men sometimes allow our urges to take over what our brains are telling us. That's when we sometimes get in trouble and forget to be considerate of our girlfriends."

Patrick had slid the driver's seat back just to get some more room on his side of the car, no other reason. All he wanted tonight was to get their relationship back on an even keel.

Lifting her hand from his thigh, he held and caressed it as she talked; he could sense the nervousness in her voice. This was neither the time nor the place to go beyond where they were.

"Take a deep breath, love; I'm not asking or expecting anything from you that might make you uncomfortable in any way. Tonight, I just want to be with you and feel your lips in some kisses."

As she had already observed, his dick was getting hard . . . just being with her in these situations did that, but he was not, under any circumstances going to push the edge of her comfort zone just yet.

He reached for her shoulder to pull her to him for a kiss, something that they did very well!!

 

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Cavelle was a little relieved, a little disappointed and quite embarrassed. But she loved how gentle he was being. She felt a great swell of that wonderful warmth that seemed to come with this new emotion, this romantic flavor of love.

He kissed her again and she smiled blissfully into the kiss feeling it pull her lips away from his at the edges. Kissing in the car was awkward, it had been easier the night before when they were laying on his bed together, but she had an idea. Pulling back from his kiss she whispered,

"Hang on!"

Then she popped her seat belt, dropped her bag down into the foot well and ducking her head to avoid the low car roof she scooted her backside across the the center console and plonked her self down in his lap. Now they could kiss properly. with him reclining in his seat she was able to lay her self against his chest and her lips were by his ear.

He turned, they kissed again and now, not needing to twist her body she was able to melt into it. Letting herself go in the sensual moment. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her a bit further into his lap, she could feel the hard bulge in his trousers pressing against her hip and had a moment of uncertainty.

"This isn't teasing is it, I just wanted to be closer. I'll go back to my seat if this is leading you on."

She hoped he wouldn't ask her to get off. It was lovely feeling his chest rise and fall with his breathing against hers and that hard lump in his trousers was a constant reminder of how attractive he found her. That made her feel very sexy and very excited.

 

[garajd]

"I'm quite comfortable like this . . . I guess you are too?" Sliding his hands down her sides as she lay against him, he came perilously close to her hips.

Looking up her as the next kiss came to a close, "I'm keeping my hands on top of your clothing, but I so much want to be able to caress all of you."

While is was dark in the car, and the light from outside was limited, he easily noticed how her skirt had slid even higher on her thighs when she came over the console to settle into his lap . . . and while she was not intentionally teasing him, just the pressure of her body against his erection was having an effect, probably on both of them.

 

[Uggg]

She almost laughed at how well behaved he was being now, it was so cute. She didn't laugh though, he was respecting her wishes and she really appreciated that, she didn't want to discourage him. Still rewards were in order. Rewards for both of them.

"I'm keeping my hands on top of your clothing, but I so much want to be able to caress all of you."

"Thanks love I really appreciate your self control. I'd love to have your caresses all over right now but I'm not comfortable with that out here in a public place. Still, my legs are not completely recovered from yesterdays training... do you think you'd like to rub my thighs some more?"

She slid the front of her skirt a bit further up her thighs to give him more to play with and more to look at. she loved the look in his eyes when he was admiring her it made her feel so sexy, so desired. Gods she wanted him to eat her all up. She wished they weren't out in public.

He didn't need to be asked twice and she sighed her pleasure into their next kiss. Feeling a little daring she started kissing her way from his mouth across his strong manly chin and found herself with her mouth nestled down by his neck right next to his ear. From there she was able to whisper her pleasure to him as his warm strong hands slid over her soft skin.

"Oh Patrick! Patrick that feels lovely. I love you."

His name passing her lips was like the sweetest treat. His hands on her legs found her tense points and though it hurt a little as he worked at the knots it was the pleasant deep muscle pain that comes with great relief as tension leaves your body.

"Oh Patrick you have such clever wonderful hands! Will you come watch a game this weekend? We play on Saturday mornings. I can introduce to my friends on the team and If we win we often go for a lunch somewhere afterward."

She gasped then as his hand had moved down to the very soft flesh of her inner thigh and the pleasure had changed from muscle relief to something a little more intimate.

"OH!... Oh yes!"

 

[garajd]

What man could pass up an invitation like that!!

Feeling her wriggle around on his lap as she slid here skirt up a little higher and 'invited' him to rub her thighs some more. As his hands touched her knees, he heard a small gasp from her; her lips were on his neck, whispering in his ear. The intensity of her whisper was in indication of her arousal, something he need to be careful and not push too far.

As he caressed and massaged her thighs, he dropped his right hand between her legs and massaged the inner thigh of her left leg. "OH! … Oh yes!" came from her lips as his fingers worked their magic on her tight muscles, but even more on her sensitive skin.

"You are going to have to tell me when to stop. I know you uncomfortable out here in public, so you tell me when I've gone far enough."

He could feel his cock getting harder all the time, and with her squirming on his lap as he caressed her thigh, he knew that she was well of his condition as well.

 

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"You are going to have to tell me when to stop. I know you uncomfortable out here in public, so you tell me when I've gone far enough."

Cavelle had her eyes closed and was breathing in the scent of him, putting little kisses on his neck and enjoying the feel of his scratchy stubble against her lips each time she did.

She let out another soft moan as he spoke. Half in pleasure and half because she didn't want him to stop but she knew she should ask him to... what if someone walked by? What if the other car occupants came back and saw them like this.

She moaned again, this time pure frustration as his magical fingers continued there soft work on her sensitive flesh...

"Ohhh... I don't want you to stop! I don't want you to stop!"

It was almost a sob.

"...but what if someone comes along. Oh babe lets go back to my place. Lets go to my room? I want to do private things with you."

She did too. It wasn't just that she wanted to be touched more intimately by him, she was more than ready for that and could feel her panties growing moist with the desire for it, but she wanted to explore him too. She wanted to pull his shirt up over his head and run her hands over his chest. She was curious about his body and so aroused. Was he hairy? Was he muscular? How would he react if she ran her hands over his chest, if she kissed him? That hard bulge in his trousers rubbing against her as she undulated involuntarily to his soft strokes was never far from her mind either. She wanted to know all about that!

Cavelle was ready for more... but this was not the right place for it. She whimpered as she pressed her thighs together stilling his wonderful hands.

 

[garajd]

"Cavelle, are you absolutely sure? Do you really want to go back to your place? What will Teresa think . . . or have to say if we go into your room and close the door behind us?"

As she whispered urgently, "I want to do private things with you," Patrick let that thought run thru his mind. Just how far did he want to take her tonight. God, he wanted to make love to her . . . but this was all so sudden . . . was she really ready for this.

Maybe the drive to her place . . . or better yet, his, would help her to calm down and take smaller steps tonight.

Sliding his hands from between her thighs, he recognized the scent of her aroused state, something she might not even realize herself. He wrapped his arms around her and help her tight against him.

"You know I want you too; so, why don't you climb back over on your seat. Give is some thought and you decide where would be best for us to go. And remember, I will not push you any further than you want to go tonight. We have plenty of time, my love."

 

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"Home please Patrick. I'll be most comfortable at my home. Teresa will still be wanting to tell you off but I'll sort that. You just make a B line for my room. I don't know how far I want to go tonight Patrick...."

She felt very uncertain about how much she wanted herself and she paused while she followed his instructions and moved back to the passenger seat to think about it.

"I want more than this. I want some more touching, kissing and lots of snuggling and lots of quiet words and love. I want to touch you and I want you to touch me like you wanted to last night on my breasts. I want it so bad Patrick... And maybe, maybe more... but maybe not as well. Is that okay?"

 

[garajd]

Patrick was somewhat relieved that Cavelle was slowing down a bit in her desire for intimacy. As much as he wanted to get her naked and make love to her, he felt she was rushing a bit too fast with her emotions and might regret pushing the limit all the way tonight.

"Cavelle, love, you know I want you as much as you want me . . . but in all honesty, we need to slow down a little . . . let's take our time. You will enjoy us so much more if we take it slowly and savor each step of this progression. If you are sure, then your place it is."

As they drove toward her place, his hand, as usual, was on her knee; this time, though, he caressed a little further up between here thighs, hearing her sigh a bit as he touched her inner thigh, squeezing his hand between her thighs.

Pulling up in front of her house, he looked over at her, "Last chance to change plans." Her look told him all he needed to know. Tonight was going to happen, in her house, in her bedroom, regardless of Teresa and whatever she might have to say.

Getting out of the car, and taking her hand, they walked slowly to the front door, pausing for a brief kiss before Cavelle opened the door and led him into the living room.

 

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Teresa raised an eyebrow as they walked in, hand in hand, but Cavelle gave her a look and so she nodded and behaved herself... for the most part, there really was no way of calling Teresa off completely when she had a bee in her bonnet about something.

"Patrick, how are you? I see you've managed to not leave the girl in tears tonight, that's a good sign."

The comment was pointed but the tone was teasing so Cavelle gave her a slap on the arm and spoke before Patrick could- so he wouldn't rise to the challenge. If he locked horns with T it could become a 'thing' but if he just let her have the last say they could all move on.

"That's enough of that doll, he's been the perfect gentleman and we've put last night behind us."

Teresa looked a question at Cavelle and she answered with a smile of reassurance. Teresa would want to know everything later but for now she was satisfied.

"Right then, well shall I put the jug on then? Are you staying long enough for a hot cuppa Patrick."

This was it and Cavelle couldn't contain the blush.

"Ummm... Actually T Patrick and I were just gonna go chill in my room for a bit."

She also couldn't keep the embarrassed grin from her face and Teresa burst out laughing. Patrick was chuckling as well and her blush deepened.

"What? Okay so maybe I'm not very good at subtle."

Teresa was the first to speak after they'd stopped laughing at Cavelle's embarrassment.

"Wow, you two really have made up eh? Well, don't worry about me I was about to go read in my room anyway."

Cavelle appreciated that, their rooms were at opposite ends of the house. She started to lead Patrick towards her room but then on an impulse she ran back and gave her friend a huge hug. Teresa rubbed her back and whispered to her quietly so Patrick wouldn't hear.

"I'm happy for you sis, you deserve this... there's a box of condoms under the counter in the bathroom if you need them."

Cavelle blushed and would have protested that they wouldn't need them but T was already heading for her room and the truth was there was a slim possibility they may be required. Probably not... but maybe.

Patrick, ever the gentleman was waiting outside her bedroom door. How sweet, it was just like him not to enter a ladies room without her. She kissed him on the cheek as she brushed passed and opened the door, looking around quickly to make sure that everything was in order.

She kept her room tidy but still. He walked in behind her and while he was shutting her door she pulled a t shirt over the pair of panties that had been on top of the pile in her laundry basket. There, the room was perfect.

Cavelle felt suddenly very shy, she'd talked a big game in the car but now... here... she was nervous. He seemed to understand, not jumping on her straight away with kisses and intimacy but rather looking around her room curiously before sitting down, looking casual and comfortable on the side of her bed. He smiled at her and she couldn't help but return it.

"Patrick there's something I really want. This is why I wanted to come back here tonight. Even if we don't do anything else tonight this is something I want to do for you."

As she was speaking she slipped her feet out of her shoes and began to undo the buttons of her blouse. He watched quietly, perhaps understanding what a big deal this was for her, perhaps just speechless as her figure was revealed to him.

Cavelle was very athletic, she had a lean and muscular torso. You could see the shape of her stomach muscles and all of her lower ribs below the strap of her black underwire bra. She was a little shy about her six pack, it was a bit boyish, but he'd been touching her belly the night before- he must have felt she was firm and toned.

The final button undone now and her lacy black bra revealed, Cavelle came and sat on the bed beside him and took his hand, holding it to her breast.

"I want you to touch me here tonight please Patrick like you did last night, I'm sorry I stopped you, it felt so wonderful. I want that... and maybe you could take your shirt off and we could cuddle with my breasts against your chest, I think I'd really like that too."

She had in fact dreamed of it several times now and woken aroused afterward. Cavelle was still wearing her skirt and knee high socks and she still had on her unbuttoned shirt and under that her bra but she was okay with him undressing her more, even eager for it if he would undress as well and if he would take his time and make her feel comfortable as he went.

He still hadn't said anything. She still held his hand against her chest. She wondered if he could feel her heart. It was pounding.

"I love you Patrick, I want to be your girl forever."

 

[garajd]

Patrick took a deep breath as he walked in the house with Cavelle, not quite sure what to expect from Teresa; he knew she would have something to say to him about last night, but he was going to do everything to keep calm and not screw up the rest of the evening with his girl.

After Teresa's opening comment, Cavelle pretty much let her know that everything was good and that the two of them were headed to her room . . . Teresa did her best to keep her tongue after that and soon headed toward her room to read before she went to bed.

After following her into the bedroom, Patrick sat on the edge of her bed, giving her a few moments to collect her thoughts . . . one last opportunity to step back from the situation.

Instead of stepping back, she kicked off her shoes and started to unbutton her blouse, revealing her black lacy bra, then sitting on the bed and taking his hand, pressed it to her breast, her nipple making its own statement thru the material.

She let him know that she was, indeed, ready to be with him, and wanted her naked body against his . . . in her bed . . . tonight.

He stood up from the bed and kicked is shoes off, before unbuttoning and removing his shirt, the reaching for her hand, "Stand up, love."

Once she stood in front of him, he dropped to his knees and, as she balanced herself on his shoulder, removed her stockings and caressed each calf as he slid the material over her ankle and foot. Standing, he turned her around and unzipped her skirt, watching it fall to the floor where she stepped out of it.

Turning her back to face him, he brought her to him, kissing her gently, all the while caressing her back, sliding his hands down to cup her butt thru her panties, pulling her tight against his solid erection.

As they broke the kiss, he took her hands and guided them to his belt and helped her nervous fingers undo the belt and button on his slacks.

Placing her fingers on the zipper, "Whenever you are ready."

 

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Cavelle, had taken the step, the big step. She'd placed herself in his hands and now she would try and follow through and place her trust in his gentleness. She was really nervous as he stood up, she was trembling as she followed his instructions to stand up as well.

What would happen now? Would he remove his shirt? She really wanted that. Would he remove hers and her bra? She knew he wanted to do that. She was rewarded for her bravery with the prize she had been waiting for. He unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off revealing a broad chest. He was very pale, clear sign that he was not accustomed to going shirtless in the sun, but also rather well built for a man who didn't work a physical labor type job.

Cavelle wondered if he went to a gym or played on a sports team. He had a little hair in a sparse dark triangle across the top of his chest and down between his pectorals and she bit her lip in desire. All she wanted to do was to run her fingers through that. She was about to hesitantly give in to the desire and began to raise her hand but it wasn't to be, not yet anyway.

Instead he knelt down in front of her and for a moment she was quite confused but then his hands came to her legs, one at a time and slid her stockings down.

She hadn't expected that. She hadn't expected him to undress her any further and her nervousness was spiking but it was battling against a rising tide of arousal and the arousal was winning. She was trembling so hard that she had to steady herself with hands on his shoulders as she lifted each foot for him and let him slide the stockings all the way off.

Her hands on his shoulders was not a new experience but her hands on his bare shoulders was. for a moment the pleasure of this new discovery was enough to distract her from what was going on below... only for a moment though.

His fingers trailed over the skin of her calf muscles and Cavalle felt that same now almost familiar feeling come over her as the skin of her legs became super sensitized in response to his light touch. She felt goosebumps forming on her arms and thighs even though the room was warm.

Things were getting very intense very fast and Cavelle was relieved when he stood back up. Now maybe he would draw her in, pull her in against that lovely looking chest of his and they could kiss and breath the same air and he would tell her she was beautiful and that he loved her. He had different ideas though.

He took hold of her hips but rather than drawing her into the embrace she was craving he turned her. Cavelle let out a little gasp of surprise but complied with the unspoken instructions his hands were giving her. Maybe he would wrap his arms around her from behind. Maybe he would slide her own shirt from her shoulders and unclasp her bra. The first idea was wonderful the second was frightening but she had given him permission to do it so she would not resist.

Again he surprised her with a completely unexpected action. Cavelle felt her skirt loosen and before she could even put voice to that surprise it was sliding off her hips and down her legs to join her stockings on the floor as he'd undone the zip. Her nervousness was now beginning to catch up to the arousal and she felt her breath coming in deep heavy gasps. Not the gasps of surprised pleasure his touches elicited but the gasps of a woman who was feling a little overwhelmed.

He seemed to be able to read her perfectly though and rather than sliding her panties down as well, something she wouldn't have been able to let him do... not yet anyway, he turned her and drew her in. His kisses, as always, were wonderful and his hands sliding down the tense muscles of her back under her shirt worked miracles in easing that very same tension as her body melted against his.

This again was wonderful and new, she'd kissed him and pressed her body against his many times now but never had she done it with the two of them in this state of semi undress. She felt his warm chest against her skin she felt the little snail trail of man fuzz he had below his belly button against her bare belly, she hadn't even noticed he had that as distracted as she was by his chest when he'd removed his shirt. Most of all though she could feel the hard pressure of his erection still in his trousers but straining to escape and pressing against her as he pulled her in hard against him.

His hands slid all the way down her back and she had just the briefest moment of actual panic that he might slide them into her black satin panties, she was not ready for that, but he didn't take that step too far. Again seeming to understand by instinct where her limits were he slid them over the outside instead and cupped her buttocks which brought involuntary moans of pleasure up from deep whithen her.

The things he was doing kept increasing her nervousness but he was masterful at building her arousal to match. Constantly inside her there was this battle between the timid shy girl who wanted him to stop, to slow down and the young woman who was more than ready for this, who wanted it desperately, who wanted to be a woman for this wonderful man, not a shy girl.

Last night he had pushed her too far and too fast and the shy girl had won out. Tonight though he seemed to have a better gauge of her feelings and he was dancing her along the edge of that oh so fine line masterfully.

He took her shaking hands and pulled back from their kiss making eye contact. In his eyes Cavelle could see love and understanding and her own emotions responded. She could see also lust and her own desire responded to that, rising like a fire inside her body, she felt her inner channels flooding with the fluids of her desire, responding more to what she could see in his eyes than they ever had to any fantasy or even physical stimulation before.

It wasn't just the lust that did it though she could also see something she had never seen before, something frightening and alluring at the same time. In his lust and love filled eyes she could see the human animal. It made her feel primal and carnal like she'd never felt before and simultaneously she could see the control and gentleness that made her feel safe in his hands and deliciously submissive.

She wondered what he saw in her eyes as he held her gaze like a hypnotist. His hands worked with her trembling ones as together they undid his belt. Cavelle was so frightened of what was inside those pants. She wanted it. She wanted to see it, to feel it but she was terrified of it.

"Whenever you are ready."

His gentle words spoken in a deep husky voice she hadn't heard from him before were exactly what she needed to hear. Her eyes were still locked on his. They would not be her own to control again until he freed her.

He'd asked if she was ready... The lust in his voice had sent fiery sparkles through her mind and it took some time for the actual words to process. Cavelle wasn't ready yet. Not for that, not for letting that out, letting it have her. She would be soon... maybe tonight... but she wasn't yet.

She was standing there in her matching panties and bra and her shirt hanging from her shoulders open for him. He was standing there shirtless. They were close enough that she could feel his body heat. She could feel his deep breaths moving the loose strands of hair around her face. Her own breath was coming out in breathless aroused panting. Their eyes were still locked together.

"Soon love, I promise... I just need a little more time for that. Kiss me more, your kisses take my breath away, you are making me so hot."

Suddenly, as he stepped in again, she felt the spell his eyes had cast on her breaking and she found she was not entirely steady on her feet anymore. She stepped back startled by the sensation and before she knew what was happening she was on her back on the bed. Patrick was following her down and as his lips met hers she felt his whole body lay gently on top of her, heavy but so wonderfully comfortable.

She closed her eyes as his lips moved from hers down her neck and across her upper chest. He began to explore her in a way nobody ever had before and she let his kisses own her, parting her thighs to wrap her legs around him and arching her back to better thrust her willing body up to his lips. This was where she was meant to be.

 

[garajd]

As they moved forward in their relationship, Patrick was doing his best to push her where she wanted to go, knowing she needed him to take the lead, but also trying to be sensitive to her extreme shyness and need to be somewhat in control of her body . . . and how she would feel the most comfortable in giving herself totally to him.

He did not anticipate that this first night would result in a total sexual experience . . . but rather give them the opportunity to see and explore each other's naked body . . . the limit of their exploration would be completely up to Cavelle.

As she 'fell' back on the bed and he somewhat clumsily ended up on top of her, Cavelle seemed totally at ease . . . her arms pulling him to her as she begged for his kisses. In her own words, "Kiss me more, your kisses take my breath away, you are making me so hot."

He kissed her lips, her face, slowly down her neck to her upper chest, teasing her cleavage between her bra-encased breasts . . .he knew they were his . . . soon.

He was surprised when she wrapped her legs around his waist and arched her back to thrust her entire body against him.

He had been a bit disappointed that she had not lowered his slacks when she had the opportunity . . . obviously that was too big of a step at that moment.

Patrick was quite proud of his 41-year old body. Not overly athletic, he still kept in decent shape with walking and biking. His family traits dictated only a small amount of chest hair; most girls he had dated were not overly excited about a "hairy body"; just enough to tease their fingers in if they chose.

And, he was not at all ashamed of his "male equipment"; sure, he had been in enough locker rooms to see the guys with an 8 or 9 inch dick, and how they bragged about the women who cried trying to take it. He was quite happy with his 6 inches (circumcised by a doctor without his permission right after birth) that blossomed to a full, and thick, 7 inches when he was fully aroused. A couple of his relationships also expressed pleasure at his balls, something that more than one had enjoyed playing with as they cuddled and made love.

After a couple of minutes, he pushed himself up off the bed, went over and turned on the small night on the lamp stand and turned off the overhead light . . . "A little more romantic, don't you think?"

As he returned to the bed, he la down beside her and reached for her blouse, "Don't you think it's about time we got rid of this? And your bra too, if you are ready?"

 

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The lights dimmed and he turned back to her

"A little more romantic, don't you think?"

She didn't answer but smiled back at him, how could things possibly be anymore romantic. To Cavelle the world had narrowed to a warm little bubble inside her room and that bubble contained him and her and not much else.

Her mind had taken a step back and her perception had become almost entirely tactile and sensual. The feel of the soft bed beneath her, the dampness of her panties, the air moving against her belly as he came back to the bed and lay down beside her. The smell of him. The feel of his fingers as one hand brushed down her cheek moving a loose strand of hair then continued down her throat, down her chest and then over her bra, circling the place her nipple strained against fabric.

She whimpered her pleasure looking him in the eye. All self consciousness had faded and she was his in the moment.

"Don't you think it's about time we got rid of this? And your bra too, if you are ready?"

She didn't speak her answer but her heart did.

Yes please my love.

Maybe he saw the answer in her eyes. She sat up a little to assist him as he slid the blouse off her shoulders and down her arms then reached behind her to unclasp her bra. When she felt the strap spring lose she lay back down but as he reached to pull it aside her shyness returned.

"Wait love... Please... a moment."

She was blushing. She was suddenly very aware that after her bra was gone that only left the panties. She decided that she just wasn't ready for that. Not yet, not tonight.

"Just the bra okay? I'm sorry... I don't think I'm ready for more than that just yet... is that okay Patrick?"

She was disappointed at herself for saying it. Again they'd reached a point where the shy girl won out over the young woman but they'd come much further this time and she was confident Patrick would be patient with her. Indeed she saw no anger in his eyes, just love and lust and looking into his eyes was the key to freeing herself from the moment of anxiety.

His eyes captured her again, she felt her body relax, her hands drifted down to her waist, away from the nervous, defensive position they'd been in over her breasts. Smiling a little he reached for her bra again. His eyes held her eyes and his gentle hands removed her bra.

Cavelle felt her blood pounding in her ears. This was a big moment for her like stepping off a diving board or the moment your plane's wheels leave the runway but his eyes held her safe. She was safe and he began to explore her body with his hands. This was where she was meant to be.

She couldn't find find her voice but she mouthed the words she wanted to say.

"I love you."

And then the pleasure in her chest began to swell and she couldn't think in words at all any more. Oh gods, what was he doing?

 

[garajd]

As his fingers removed her blouse, and she reached back to unhook her bra, he paused, giving her another moment to take a breath before he exposed her breasts to his eyes.

He circled her nipples as they pressed against the fabric her bra . . . watching her eyes as he slowly lifted the bra from her body. He gasped a bit, "Baby, you have gorgeous breasts."

He cupped one with his hand, feeling her hard nipple press into his hand; as he gently moved his hand around her breast, she squirmed under his touch.

He leaned over and kissed her on the lips, allowing her to determine the intensity and passion; as the kiss broke, he traced his lips down her throat and to her upper chest.

She had let him know that her breasts were his to caress and play with, but now his lips were moving in that direction . . . looking up at her, "May I kiss your breasts?"

Sliding his hand down her belly, he found her hand and held it while his lips continued to track back and forth across her chest, just barely to the beginning swell of her breasts.

 

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Cavelle couldn't think of anything she wanted more. And he'd asked too, checking that she was okay with it, just as she'd asked him too. He was so perfect. This moment was so perfect.

"Oh gods yes please." She felt him take her hand and she squeezed his. Not sure why, maybe just wanting every bit of contact with him she could have.

His hands on the bare flesh of her breasts was heaven. Her pleasure was flowing from her breasts down to the region between her legs then back up to her head where it burst out of her mouth in uncontrolled exclamations.

If she weren't so far gone in lust she'd be ashamed of herself but he'd taken her beyond that. Maybe later she would be embarrassed for her dignity, so casually disregarded in the animal intensity of the moment, but right now all she could do was gasp, whimper and indeed beg...

"Kiss them love, oh gods Patrick please!"

 

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Kissing in slow circles around each breast, he took his time, feeling her entire body squirm under him . . . soft moans, whimpers coming from her lips.

As he kissed her breasts, his lips finally circled and captured a nipple . . . bringing a small cry from her lips . . . squeezing her nipple between her lips while his fingers still played with her other breast.

He could feel her arm wrap around his neck, holding his mouth tight against her breast, her back arching and pressing into his mouth even more.

His other hand, still on hers, brushed across her tummy and touched the lacy material of the band around her panties . . . he had no intention of pushing her hand downward, but, god, he wanted to touch her so much!

Leaning into her ear, "Are you ready to take my slacks off, love? I will keep my briefs on for now, but I would be so much more comfortable."

 

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Cavelle wasn't ready for anything! Not because she was still afraid but just because his soft lips and tickley stubble on the softest part of her body had taken her mind to some kind of paradise.

He'd obviously pulled back from the attentions he'd been paying her nipples to speak but she was so aroused she didn't hear what he said at first. She was just wordlessly vocalizing her desire to have his lips right back where they had been. She was so far gone she didn't even protest when his fingers came perilously close to passing the boundary she had set at her panties but as he repeated his request gently, she heard.

He wanted his pants off. Instantly she felt a little ashamed. She was being selfish and though it hurt her to do so she stopped trying to pull his head back to where she wanted it and kissed him again instead then answered.

"Okay my love anything you want. She meant that."

 

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He knew he might be breaking a bit of the "tension" between them, but he was really getting uncomfortable lying on the bed with his slacks still on; Cavelle did not understand the "bind" he was in with his slacks still on, he needed some room for this erection.

Rolling onto his back and lifting his butt off the bed, he hoped she took the cue that he wanted her to be the one to take off his slacks.

Before she sat up, he pulled her over close to him for another kiss, this move causing her breasts to be pressed against his naked chest . . . her nipples poking into his skin.

"You feel so good against me, love."

 

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"You feel so good against me, love."

"Mmmmm... the feelings mutual"

If she'd been a cat she would have been purring. Now with their positions reversed (him on his back and her propped up on her side) she could see his erection straining to escape his pants and realized how uncomfortable that must be. She felt guilty again for so selfishly monopolizing all the pleasure and again that little curiosity that had burned in her mind earlier in the car came forward in her mind.

She was shy but she was ready. Everything he had done so far had proven to be wonderful; Every new thing more wonderful than the next. His cock was still something that frightened her a little but she knew too, that it would be wonderful.

She reached down and popped the button above his zipper enjoying the feel of her naked breast moving against his bare side as she moved. She looked at his face and was gratified to see the excitement there. He wasn't looking at her face but rather at her hand poised near the zipper. clearly he was finding the anticipation quite exciting. Cavelle gave him the release he craved. The two sides of his pants almost springing back as the zip released the straining organ within.

Cavelles eyes widened a little as the size of the thing became more apparent. Jeez, how were they ever going to use that for its intended purpose?

"Patrick it's so big!"

She couldn't keep the trepidation from her voice and blushed when he chuckled at her words.

"Don't laugh at me meany!" She slapped him playfully on the chest,

"I haven't seen one before..." Now she got a little quiet, feeling uncertain,

"...Can... Can we take it all the way out?" She was blushing so deeply.

"I'm really curious."

For the first time ever she saw him blush too. She tucked that little memory treasure away in her mind for later. She couldn't love him any more than she did in that moment.

 

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Sliding his slacks down and kicking them off his feet onto the floor, Patrick lay back on the bed as Cavelle looked, actually stared, at his cock, still in his briefs . . . and then "Can we take it all the way out?"

Seriously, what red-blooded guy lying on a bed with a hard-on is going to refuse a gorgeous young lady who wants to take his cock out?

"Of course, love. But first, give me your hand."

Taking her hand in his, he lowered her hand to rest gently on his erect shaft, still constrained by his briefs. "Give it a squeeze. He's not going to break."

Caressing her back and neck as she paused; this was completely new to her and he knew she needed to convince herself to follow thru on what she really wanted to do.

Her hard nipple pressed into his side let him know how aroused she really was; maybe not tonight, but before too long she was going to be asking him to make love to her, even begging him to fuck her.

"When you are ready, baby, just take the waistband of my briefs, and I'll help you slide them down."

Leaning toward her, his lips kissed her lightly on the shoulder, urging her to take the next step.

The tables had turned; now she had asked him for something, she wanted to see him naked . . . a huge step for his shy virgin girlfriend.

 

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"Give it a squeeze. He's not going to break. When you are ready, baby, just take the waistband of my briefs, and I'll help you slide them down."

Patrick had one hand on top of hers and she was intensely aware of what her hand was on top of. That awareness was filling her mind with trepidation and excitement. But with his other hand he was gently stroking her naked back and even running his lovely fingers up her neck to the base of her hair and that contact felt just wonderful. He leaned in and kissed her bare shoulder sending a little shudder of ecstasy through her.

Like a tickle it was almost too nice a feeling to bear and she gasped then giggled. The giggle was a nervous reaction but also she found it funny and really cute that he referred to his cock with a male pronoun. She was going to follow his instruction and feel it a bit through his underpants before she took it out but she was just getting used to the feel of it first, taking her time, gathering her courage.

"Haha cute that you called it 'he'! Does he have a name"

The teasing was good natured and she was really just trying to distract herself from her own nerves. The joke wasn't that funny but his lips turned up at the edges and she couldn't resist that bait. Leaning in to a kiss, loving the feel of her supper hard nipples pressing against his chest and her breasts in general sliding against the small amount of chest hair he had there.

He took the hand that had been holding hers on his cock and brought it to her back and then ran it down to her buttocks giving one a gentle firm squeeze through her panties. This brought another gasp to her lips and almost involuntarily her hand closed as much as it could through his underpants around his hard shaft and then he was moaning too. They moaned together into the kiss and again she felt a wave of well being. This is where she was meant to be.

So many new feelings to process. His hand sliding over the skin just above her panty line on her lower back had revealed to her yet another erogenous zone she hadn't known she had and before she could even register that, his gentle squeeze had pulled at her bottom, moving the flesh around her bum and even further down between her legs, tugging at her labia. That was an explosion of deep sensation and it had been that which brought the gasp to her lips and the sudden tightening of her hand on his cock.

That in turn brought the most exciting of the new sensations. The feeling of having a mans rigid cock in her hand and the even greater excitement of what it did to him as his moans of pleasure matched her own for the first time and she could no longer resist.

She wanted more of that, she wanted to make him feel as wonderful as he was making her feel and without even looking her hand was pushing at his strap trying to get him free trying to get a proper hold to touch him skin to skin in his most intimate place. To please him had become an urgent need.

She wanted to please him so badly. His own actions had an urgency to match her own as he helped her remove his underpants and then she couldn't resist she had to pull away from the kiss and look. look at what she was already touching as her hand closed around it again... but this time with no fabric in the way.

Oh my!

 

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"Hmm, no name . . . however, if you have any ideas, he and I are definitely open to your suggestions." He laughed with her as he gave her the chance to name is cock.

"I'm sure that once you get to know him a little better, you might think of something."

As they continued their kissing, caressing and touching, he felt her hand move to his briefs and start to slide them down; he gripped the waistband and help her free his cock for her to grasp in her bare hand. He was able to slide them down and off, kicking them to the floor with his slacks.

He was tempted to go for her panties, but now was the time for her to explore his body. "You like that, love?"

" I know I do . . . and the way you are touching him is incredible!"

Asking himself, how far do we go with this . . . the kissing, her breasts and hard nipples pressed into his chest, her hand stroking his hard cock . . . pretty sure she is not totally aware of the effect she is having on him.

"Baby, I'm going to ask you something. If this is too much tonight, just say so. OK? Do you want to see how my body and cock react when I have an orgasm? Your hand and fingers are all you need . . . and a small glob of body lotion."

He nibbled once more at her earlobe, his fingers still caressing her naked body . . . her neck and back, again barely brushing his fingers at the waist of her panties and touching her butt thru her panties.

 

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Cavelle was fascinated by the sight of it. Patrick was trying to nibble at her earlobe and that felt nice but it was a distraction from where her attention was really centered. He'd probably be a little bit disappointed if he knew, so she didn't tell him, but her initial reaction to seeing his cock for the first time was a lot more curiosity than it was arousal.

She remembered the dry lectures of high school biology, the vague phallic diagram up on the white board, scientific sounding words and girlish giggles. 'Glans- Foreskin- testicles...'

The real thing was lot more interesting. Where she lay now with her head on his chest and looking down the first thing she could see was the head. He didn't seem to have a foreskin. Circumcised- the dry lecture in her head supplied.

The head itself - glans -was bulbous and a kind of purple pink color it looked quite smooth and it had a little tight bit of skin running back down toward the rest of the shaft. At its tip was a tinny little slit and out of that was leaking a little clear fluid... again that voice in her head- Pre-cum. Cavelle wasn't sure how she felt about that but she decided she wasn't going to touch the fluid, not yet anyway.

Her hand was resting lightly on top of the shaft. She wasn't sure how long he was but she could have wrapped both hands around it one above the other and the head would just be poking out the top... was that big? It certainly seemed like it to her. The idea of this going up inside her body was suddenly a lot more frightening than it had been as an abstract fantasy.

They'd cross that bridge when they got to it. While she explored him with her eyes he'd been talking. Answering her teasing question about its name, asking if she liked it... she didn't answer that... she hadn't made up her mind yet so answering would be premature.

Cavelle's curiosity was sated for now and she started to experiment, she wanted to make it feel nice for him so she brushed her fingers lightly up and down on top of it (well it was the top because he was laying on his back but she guessed it would be the bottom of it if her were standing up). She heard his breathing change tempo, did that mean she was doing it right? She had been careful not to let her fingernails touch it just her finger tips, she hoped she wasn't being too rough.

Then she remembered him saying he liked it to be squeezed a little, so tentatively she wrapped her hand around his smooth rigid shaft and applied a little pressure then slid her hand up and back down again once or twice. It was fascinating how the skin seemed to slide freely over the hard flesh inside. Despite the pressure her hand had slid easily up and down and the skin had moved with it. The result was that his testicles had been pulled as well and suddenly a new curiosity was on her.

She wanted to play with his balls... but he was talking again and what he said was big...

" ...and the way you are touching him is incredible! Baby, I'm going to ask you something. If this is too much tonight, just say so. OK? Do you want to see how my body and cock react when I have an orgasm? Your hand and fingers are all you need . . . and a small glob of body lotion."

She looked up at him startled.

"You want... you want me to... "

She couldn't say it,her cheeks were burning red.

"I... I don't know how?"

She felt a little ashamed to admit it; she knew exactly what he wanted but she had no idea how to give a hand job... She'd heard other girls talking about hand jobs and blow jobs but she'd always been to shy to ask for details.

She wanted to do this for him though. The idea of learning how to give him an orgasm was very sexy and exciting but she would be so embarrassed and ashamed if it turned out she was no good at it and he didn't like it.

He was still stroking her and nibbling at her ears, which she decided she really liked but she wasn't feeling particularly sexy anymore. Her own arousal had been replaced a little by curiosity; she was still really enjoying herself but her inquisitive mind was now dominating her lust and she was very nervous about the idea of giving him a hand job in case she disappointed him.

"Will you teach me how? I'll try my best love... but I don't know what to do..."