She nodded into my pillow.“If you want to.I’ve studied the required techniques.If you’re willing to let me.”
She could’ve asked me anything, and I would’ve said yes.She’d already been the first woman I held, my first kiss, and I imagined she would be my first everything.
But it was a risk that would either catapult us into a realus, like I wanted, or mess everything up, even our friendship.My desperation for her—all of her—overruled the risk.
“Okay.”I laid back down and tried not to be nervous as her hand fell to my chest and went lower.She sat up a little, watching me, and I brushed her cheek, hoping she’d kiss me.
She smiled instead, her hand inching over my stomach, until, “Venus…”
The pure ecstasy of her hand slipping into my boxers caught in my throat—her fingers delicately exploring me, her fingertips gently grazing over my tip.
“It’s bigger than average, Henry,” she whispered.“And so thick.You must be proud.The average size is?—”
“Vee, please.”
“Oh, right.”She worked me, but clumsily.“We need lubricant.”
“Give me your hand,” I said, breathy and wanting.She sat up and gave me her free hand.“Not that one.The other one.”
Now sitting beside me, she corrected herself and held her hand out to me.I gently gripped her by the wrist and brought her hand to my mouth to lick her palm.A breathy gasp escaped her, eyes widening with intrigue.Her dampened hand made a quick return to my dick, and she sighed in approval.
“Much better,” she whispered, edging to my side again, watching me, draping her bare leg over mine.
I slid my hand under her shirt as she curled at my shoulder, my fingers skirting up and down her spine.I imagined her mouth on me, her on top of me, the warmth and excitement of being her first.Of her being my first.
“Tighter,” I begged.She nuzzled closer, her face nestled in my neck, and tightened her grip.I felt her watching me, gauging my expression, measuring my pleasure.“It feels so good.”
She stayed uncharacteristically quiet as my eyes rolled back in my head before closing.The release felt seismic, and even better, she didn’t pull away, letting me spill all over her hand.
“Wow,” she said with a breathy smile.
“Wow,” I repeated, gasping.I reached for my inhaler.Then, we lay there, curled together, for several minutes, both of us catching our breath.
Soon, she edged out from around me for the bathroom.When we were both clean, we returned to bed, me spooning her, her back comfortably nestled into my chest.I slid my hand to her waist with a gentle squeeze that pulled her against me and buried my face in her long, wavy hair, close to her ear.“Thank you,” I whispered softly.
“You’re welcome.”
“Can I touchyounow?”
She tensed in my arms.“What?”
“Let me touch you, meet your needs.”
“Um, well,” she said, voice weak.
“Do you trust me, Vee?”
“Yes,” she said without hesitation.
“Would you like me to try?Are you curious?”
“For educational purposes,” she said, her voice labored with the idea.“Yes.”
I smiled at her ear.“If you want to stop, just tell me.”
“Okay,” she says.“Go ahead.Please.”
She nuzzled against my chest, pressing closer to me.I gently lifted her shirt, my hand slipping to her bare stomach.She gasped, but nodded for me to continue, her breath coming in quick inhales, as my fingers undid her shorts, pushed under the waistband, and into her panties.
