I had no idea it was like that.
I have no idea about far too much. It never bothered me much before, but it has more and more lately.
An adult shouldn’t be so completely ignorant about the basics of life. How did I even get this way? It doesn’t seem right.
“Can I see you naked too?” he asks as he gets into bed beside me.
Nodding, I pull my gown off over my head. I’ve got nothing on except my little white panties beneath it.
“Fuck,” he breathes, sitting up and staring down at me. His eyes rake from my breasts to my belly to my groin, all down my legs, and then back up again.
“Do I look okay too?”
“Okay?” It sounds like he’s almost choking on the word. “You’re the prettiest thing I ever seen in my life.”
My face is hot—more from pleasure than anything else. I’ve never been beautiful, but I feel that way right now.
It’s cool in the room. My nipples have both tightened noticeably.
The bulge in his underwear is now even more pronounced than before. It’s so big beneath the fabric that I blink. “Is it supposed to do that?” I ask.
He sees where I’m staring, so he understands the question. “Yeah. That means it’s time for sex.”
“Oh. Nice to have a clear signal so you know when to do it.”
His laugh seems to surprise him. His body shudders with his amusement. “Is it okay if we take off our underwear?”
“Yeah. Let’s do that.”
With some shuffling, we both get totally naked. Hisgroin isn’t anything like mine. His penis is a thick shaft that’s gotten so big extends from the dark body hair.
He’s staring between my legs as if he really likes what he sees.
“Have you done this before?” I ask him.
He shakes his head. “Never.”
“Neither have I.”
“I figured.”
“Did your parents explain how it works?”
“Yeah. They did. I mean, not a lot of details, but Dad did explain the basic mechanics. Yours didn’t?”
“No. Mother always acted embarrassed by it. And then it was just Lorraine and…”
“That’s okay. I think we can figure it out. And if we don’t do it exactly right, we can try again and get better. But I think it might hurt you a little. The first time. They said to be careful at first because it might hurt.”
“Why will it hurt?”
“Because it’s… tight. When I…” He gestures, clearly indicating that his big shaft is going to have to fit between my legs.
“I see. Well, if it’s supposed to be that way, I’m sure I can handle it.”
“Is it all right if I touch you first? It might make it easier for you. And I really want to.”
My lips part in surprise. “Of course you can touch me. What should I do?”
