Dorsai - Friends and Lovers

Figuring that Nadia would want us to stay together for a while after the first time, I'd brought a towel into my room. I was able to grab it, and offer the end of it to her. She looked at it blankly for a second, then gave me an embarrassed smile before taking it and dabbing at her eyes. Even after she got her face dried off, she was still snuffling from a runny nose, and I gently told her "Go ahead and use it to blow your nose, too." Her ears turned pink, and I looked away and pretended I couldn't hear as she got her sinuses cleared before looking back at her again.

"Are you going to be okay now? You want me to take that?", I asked.

She nodded, and after wiping her nose, handed me the towel. Barely holding it between my thumb and finger, I exaggerated tossing it off to the side, making her laugh and playfully slap my chest. When I was looking at her again, she told me "I'm sorry for all of that -" but when you told me that all of you love me because I deserve it – I remembered what you said about being honest with yourself, and I kinda looked inside myself and realized that I*do* try to be the things you and Janet said you like in me. And then I understood that I DO deserve it when people love me, and I just felt so good and happy -"

I hugged her briefly, then said "There's nothing to be sorry for. I can understand that something like that would hit you pretty hard, so if it made you feel better to cry, then that's fine."

"Maybe – but I'll bet I'm a mess now, with my eyes all puffy and my nose red -"

I touched my lips to hers before assuring her "You look fine." and taking her into my arms again.

We lay there in silence for a bit before she said "What you and Janet have – loving each other so much, I mean – is there any way that can happen with me? And maybe my folks?"

"Me and Janet, we grew up with all of this, and it's just much a part of our lives that we hardly ever have to think about it. Because I know I'm not really old enough to explain it right -" at least, not in anything less than a couple of days, maybe -" I can only tell you things that I've heard Mom and Dad say, and what they've told us."

I felt her nod that was okay, and went on "If you start trying to tell people about it, they don't really listen‹nowiki›; they'll either figure you're part of some kind of cult or something, or think that you don't know what you're talking about. I mean, you and me and Janet – we're still all just kids the way most adults think of us, and they aren't real good at paying attention to us. What Janet and I have found that seems to work pretty good is to kind of sneak up on adults about this kind of stuff. Don't try to tell them everything you want them to know all at once; instead, you keep mentioning different parts of whatever it is in ‹/nowiki›_little_ ways over a period of time. Mom says it's kind of like feeding a baby: you aren't going to give them the whole jar of baby food in ten minutes; it just doesn't work that way -" you have to give them tiny little bites every so often while you've got their attention, even if it takes an hour. And Dad says that the most important part of any kind of relationship is communication; people have to be willing to stop assuming things and start making them clear to each other if they want to make the best out of it. I can't tell you how many times I've heard Mom or Dad tell the other one something you'd think they already knew, just to make sure that the other person did know. It's the same way with me and Janet – I *tell* her that I love her, and why. Remember, most people don't really THINK about love; so it takes them a little while to understand that they can, and maybe should, be doing it too when another person tells them why that person likes them or loves them. But once another person knows that you love them for what's inside, they know that as long as they have whatever it is, they'll have your love, too – and that if there's more of the good stuff, then they'll get more of your love. Remember that trading love stuff we talked about? Almost nobody realizes that's what they're doing, or why they're doing it. Mom and Dad, and Janet and I, we do -" and because we are actually thinking about it, it means even more to us. Think about it: which would you spend first – five dollars you found on the ground, or five dollars you had to work for? And which would be more important to you, and make you happier -" what you bought with the found money, or the money you earned?"

Nadia told me "I know what you mean. I've got a blouse at home that I bought with money I earned from babysitting; I know if my mom or dad had just given me the money for it, I wouldn't wear it as much as I do."

After that, the two of us lapsed into silence again.

When several minutes had passed, it was Nadia that interrupted the quiet to tell me "Talking to you was nice, and it makes me feel a lot better -" but it's not what we came in here and got naked for. Even more that I did before, now I know that I want you to make me an ex-virgin."

Releasing her from my arms, I was glad that the two of us could kiss again – particularly after Nadia's enthusiasm and desire skyrocketed after the first one.

As our lips remained in almost constant contact, our hands were all over each other's bodies; it didn't take much longer before both of us were ready to take more immediate and direct action to get each other even more aroused. It was Nadia's idea that we stop kissing (we were panting too hard to have much success with it, anyway) so that she could clamber over me to get her hand and mouth on my semi-erect penis while giving me equal access to the area between her smooth thighs. As she was taking the head of my cock between her lips, I was slipping the end of my tongue between hers – Even with our rapidly increasing passion, both of us were careful to take our time to pleasure each other, as well. With it to be Nadia's first time, she readily let me bring her to an orgasm as she restrained herself to simply getting and keeping me hard.

I'd happily lapped up the overflow of her juices that came about from her climax, and she'd pulled herself together enough to make sure I was still hard when I heard her say "That felt real good -" but now it's time for you to be IN me!" before she carefully moved off of me. When she was sitting on my bed, I sat up next to her and asked "Do you want this to happen any way in particular? If you're on top of me, it's probably easier for you because you decide how fast and everything; but I'm okay with whatever you want."

She gave me a smile before answering "I appreciate what you just said about how I could make it easier; but I want you on top of me, so we can kiss and everything, and so I feel like I'm giving myself to you the way I want to."

I just smiled and nodded, and she got herself turned around before laying back and getting one of my pillows under her head. When I looked at her, she blushed slightly before telling me "I – I want to be able to see while you make a woman of me -"

When I started to move, she drew her knees up and spread her legs to make room and open herself up to me. Her eyes were locked on my glistening erection as I got myself into position over her. Reaching between us, I levered my cock down and lowered my hips to get the head between her labia and nestled against her opening. She was looking up at me in anticipation as I told her "I really will be fine with it if you want to stop this -" at "any" time."

"I know you would, Danny. But I want this, with you, more than anything."

I knew how true that was when I began to press myself against her entrance: I could feel her deliberately trying to relax herself to let me in. Sooner and easier than I thought it would happen, I felt the head of my cock slip through the tight ring of her opening. She gasped when it happened, and I immediately held myself still in her as I asked "Are you okay? Do you need me to take it out?" "Don't you*dare* pull out of me!" she exclaimed, followed by telling me "Yes, I'm fine -" better than that, even – just having that much of you in me feels good. I was just surprised when it happened, is all.", more calmly.