Dorsai - Full Circle

"So the problem you're having is that you're so busy with your life that you don't have the time to 'teach' a guy you like what you know he needs to learn – and then feeling lonely because none of the guys you know knows what you do."

"Yeah, that's it", she answered – before blushing again when she realized the circularity of it.

She tilted her head back to look at me and said "I forgot some of what you taught me, didn't I?"

"Don't feel bad. At first, sometimes I forgot the things that I was learning, too. Then something would happen that would remind me and it would be okay again. Just like it did with me, and Kelly, and Jan, and all the rest, you're going to make mistakes. But you'll learn from them, and get into the habit of reminding yourself every so often until it's just a part of you that you don't have to spend much time thinking about. The difference is that all the rest of us are here, and you're always running around all over the place, so it isn't as easy for you."

"Then I think I'm just going to have to make it a point to keep reminding myself, just because I can't come to you or any of the others for 'refreshers'."

"Don't make it too hard on yourself, either, Candice", I cautioned. "This isn't something that you have to do by yourself. They have these nifty things called 'telephones' now, and you can use them to talk to people that aren't actually with you. Any of us is here for you any time you want or need it; we're all here to help each other, right?"

With the reminder that any of us was just a phone call away, she gave me a happy, beautiful smile and acknowledged "Right" before laying her head on my shoulder again.

With that little problem out of the way, the two of us laid there for a while, catching each other up on what was happening in our lives – most of it Candice telling me about the different things that she'd been involved in, and the stories that had been behind what got into the articles she wrote for her newspaper. I found myself amazed to learn some of the things that she hadn't wanted, or been able, to publish. From the way she was talking, and acting, I could tell that simply telling me about all of it was a way for her to exorcise some of the demons of what she'd seen. As I continued to listen to her, I realized that it would undoubtedly help all of us if we could use each other as a 'confessional' of sorts every so often; and quietly resolved to share the idea with the others.

After she'd told me the things that had been on her mind, she fell silent and the two of us just laid there holding each other for a while.

I was slowly caressing her side and back as she absently play with my penis while she had been talking; we continued our touches through the silence that followed – at least, until she noticed me starting to respond to the way her fingernails were dragging across my scrotum. She continued to do it a little longer, as though making sure that what she was doing was causing it, before sitting up long enough to pivot around and lie down again so that her head was down by my hip. Once she was in the position she wanted, she reached out and picked up where she'd left off – softly dragging her fingernails across my balls, and watching as my penis slowly began to respond. I wasn't about to let her have ALL the fun, and slid my hand between her slightly parted thighs. When she felt my touch, she shifted her attention from my manhood long enough to grin at me before going back to watching my penis slowly erecting, and opening her legs to me even more.

Positioned as she was, I could clearly see her mons and the area between her thighs – and watched as her vaginal lips slowly darkened and extended as she became aroused. Extending my hand a little farther, I was able to slowly draw a fingertip between her labia, and saw that it was damp with her moisture when it reappeared. Doing it again, I dipped a little deeper, and saw and felt as she arched her back in acceptance and encouragement of my touch. I repeated my actions a few more times, and with each iteration her labia stayed a little farther apart and glistened a bit more. Finally, I pressed the tip of my finger against her opening and felt her press herself against it, trying to get it inside. She couldn't quite manage it, and when I heard her frustrated moan, did it for her: sliding my extended digit into her hot, wet channel accompanied by her soft groan of pleasure. I slid my finger in and out of her a few times before burying it in her as far as I could, watching as her clitoral hood gradually began to pull back to expose its treasure. Even though I knew she'd been with other men, she was still snug inside, which told me just how selective she was about her partners. I managed to curl my finger slightly – earning myself a deep moan of arousal from her – and started rubbing against the spot in her vagina that I knew was most pleasurable for her. If there is such a thing as the "G-spot", I suppose that's what it was on her; all I knew was that it was a sure way of pleasing and arousing her.

It didn't take long of my doing that before I could feel how wet she was inside, and see from her clitoris and labia how excited she had become. And knowing the effect that I was having on her only served to stimulate me more, too – which only prompted her to begin doing things that she knew had a similar impact on me. A couple more minutes, and both of us were as aroused and ready as we could be. Releasing her hold on my manhood, she reached down and eased my hand from between her thighs before sitting up and facing me. Her desire was clear in her voice as she shakily told me "Sit up and lean back against the headboard."

I quickly did as she commanded. When I was ready, she got to her feet and moved to stand with one leg on each side of me, facing away from me. From there, she quickly knelt down so that she was positioned over my penis. She took it in her hand and ran the head of it back and forth between her vaginal lips, wetting it with her lubrication before positioning it against her opening. Steadying herself with one hand on my leg, she held me in place as she slowly lowered herself onto my manhood, raising up slightly a couple of times to spread her oils before pressing herself farther down on me. It wasn't long before I saw and felt the smooth cheeks of her ass resting against my lower belly, and her hot, wet sheath surrounding my erection. Satisfied that I was completely in her, she leaned back against my chest and pulled my arms around her so that my hands were cupping her breasts. When I started gently pinching and pulling on her erect nipples, she responded by slowly moving herself up and down my shaft.

She had been "snug" around my finger; with my erection in her, she was most definitely tight inside. That, coupled with how hot and wet she was, made me glad that she was moving slowly – the sensations she was creating were very exciting. Between the way her vagina was clasped around my manhood and the warm firmness of her breasts in my hands and her smooth skin against my body, I wanted for the two of us to continue making love that way for as long as possible. I was very glad that I'd already had a climax with her; that meant that I could enjoy our lovemaking for even longer before there was any chance that I would cum again.

The two of us made love like that for quite a while. Sometimes Candice would use her legs to raise and lower herself on me; other times, she'd hold her body still and simply move her hips and pelvis to keep me moving inside her. Whenever she got tired, I would thrust up into her while she rested. No matter what one or the other of us was doing to keep me moving in her, I continued to caress and squeeze her breasts, gently pinching and pulling her nipples, and softly kissing and biting her shoulders and neck and ears. Though we started by moving slowly, the pleasure we were giving each other was increasing our arousal. As the seconds and minutes passed, the pace of our movements gradually increased to stay even with our intensifying passion. Along the way, Candice had another orgasm; some time later, another, stronger one overtook her. I could feel her getting closer and closer to a third release when I felt myself enter a kind of "transition zone", where I knew that I was going to climax again, but before I hit the point of it actually happening. By that time, our lovemaking had sped up to the point where we were in constant motion, the liquid sounds of our joining loud and rapid. Both of us were perspiring freely, and Candice's moans and groans and gasps of pleasure were constant. I managed to nibble on her earlobe a little bit before murmuring to her "I'm going to cum with you" – and hearing her gasped response of "Oh, god, yes!"