Dorsai - Jan

She pulled herself together quickly enough, though, and got on her knees, facing me, looking me squarely in the eyes. Deliberately, she dropped them to start looking me over, as though looking at me for the first time – which, I suppose, she was.

When she was done, she leaned forward, and to my surprise, kissed me softly on the head of my penis before tilting her head back to look me in the eyes again. As we held each other's gaze, she slowly moved back, and then lay down, rearranging herself so that I could see her – all of her, since she deliberately spread her legs – the same way she'd been able to see me.

Then it was my turn to look her over, just as deliberately. What I saw was platinum blonde hair, pulled behind shell-like pink ears, and framing an oval face that held a pair of gray eyes that seemed to draw me into them. Below them was a cute, pert nose that led me to a pair of deep pink lips, full and moist. Farther down, I saw a smooth and slender neck set upon a pair of thin, soft shoulders. Below them, a pair of breasts, perhaps the size of half-tangerines, capped with half-dollar sized dark pink areolas surrounding erect nipples the diameter of my little finger, and perhaps half an inch long. Her breasts sloped down to a flat stomach that flowed on to a trim, firm belly framed by smoothly curved hips. Her navel was a slight 'innie', and served to guide my eyes to her pubis – covered in a longish, wispy hair the same color as on her head. The vee of it directed my gaze further, to her mons, where her labia were clearly visible, separated and moist. I could make out the hood of her clitoris, too – though slightly longer than most, her pubic hair was also slightly less dense, and it's color did little to conceal her womanly charms.

Trim, muscular thighs bracketed her pubic area, and curved into equally trim, smooth calves. He skin was an extremely faint pink, almost porcelain white, with not a blemish of any kind to be seen.

The incredible beauty of her – and the willingness with which she shared it with me – nearly took my breath away. Who in their right mind could look upon such a vision, and want to do anything other than their very best to earn the right to see it again?

Leaning over her, I slowly moved down to kiss her – softly – between the top of her mons and the very edge of her pubic hair. And from there, her navel; then on to between her breasts, to the base of her throat, and finally, her lips – which welcomed me.

Laying on my side next to her, I rested on my elbow as I put my hand on her stomach. She looked at me as I told her "You are not pretty, as you said. You are beautiful. Trust me on this, you are. But as delightful as you are on the outside, as much as I enjoy looking at you, it is the*inside* of you that attracts me: your heart, your mind, your soul. I can honestly tell you that if you were fat and ugly and had zits on your zits, I'd still love you – because of who you are."

She smiled at me, and said "I know that, Dan. Better than I did before.

Because I love you, the same way. Yeah, you're cute, but even if you weren't, I'd still care about you, for the same reasons you just said. I don't know if I have the strength to live my life the way you do yours – but I do know that I'm going to try. And knowing you will help me have the courage to do it. And I know how much I owe you, and I know that even if there was a way to pay it back, I literally couldn't -and I understand what you told Sandra about repaying it to others, instead and I will."

I nodded, and smiled at her, before she took the hand that was on her stomach, and moved it up to cup her breast, holding it there, before reaching out to put the other hand on my upper thigh.

We lay like that for several minutes, just enjoying each other's touch, and being with each other. I was there, at that time and in that place, with my full attention on her; and she was doing the same with me. For those precious few minutes, we were as one. For anyone that has ever experienced it, it's never forgotten, and never equaled.

Eventually, the spell was broken, and I took the opportunity to lower my head and kiss her, softly and tenderly, on the lips. She returned the kiss, and after a few seconds, pressed my hand against her breast, indicating that she want me to do more than simply hold it.

So I did.

As we kissed, more and more intimately and passionately, I ran my thumb along it's sides, feeling how firm and soft she was, at the same time. I hefted her breast as best I could, enjoying its weight and texture. I covered it with my hand, delighting in the way her nipple pressed into my palm, a point of heat on her otherwise warm flesh. On to the other breast, to repeat my explorations, and finding it to be equally delightful.

For her part, she moved her hand up, making contact with my penis. She traced its outline with her fingers; she traced her fingers through my pubic hair, as though memorizing its feel. She cupped my scrotum, slowly rolling my testicles in her hand, hefting them, and testing their sensitivity. Back to my penis, holding it, then squeezing it softly as it slowly got firmer in her hand.

Finally, our kiss broke – leaving both of us panting slightly in our mutual desire. As my breathing slowed a bit, I was able to detect the scent of aroused female; faint, but definitely there. I sniffed, as though clearing my nose, to fully sample it; but when I looked at her, she blushed, slightly – she could smell it, too, and knew what I'd done.

So much for subterfuge.

We looked at each other, and she was the first to speak.

"Wow."

"Yeah, I guess I'd go along with that!"

She smiled, and we were content to hold each other again – at least, until she got an impish grin on her face, and pushed me onto my back before quickly moving on top of me to straddle my waist, saying "As nice as that was, you're not getting away that easy!"

I put my hands on her thighs, and began sliding my hands up and down their length, and even moving my hands behind her to softly stroke her ass cheeks. Looking up at her, I asked "And what makes you think I want to get away?", archly.

She grinned, and answered "Yeah, well, I just thought I'd better make sure you weren't going to make any sudden moves."

"No, any move I make with you will most definitely not be sudden – they'll be more like this", I replied, as I slid my hands up her thighs again, then onto her hips, and on up until I had my hands on both of her breasts; watching as her eyes widened slightly at the sensation.

Her response was to lean forward, and put her hands on the bed, near my shoulders, so that her breasts hung down slightly, and giving me easier access to them – a situation I happily, and quickly, took advantage of.

With them hanging free like that, I was better able to cup them, feeling their weight and firmness; and see how little they changed shape between when she was sitting up, and leaning forward. Her nipples had retracted slightly, but when I brushed my thumbs across them, quickly hardened and erected again; her areolas puckering too, in sympathy.

With both hands available for the purpose, I again began a Braille exploration of her body – tracing my fingertips along her sides (careful not to tickle her!); caressing her from her shoulder blades, down along her sides to her breasts; allowing my fingertips to memorize how the skin on her breasts felt; and sliding my hands down to her hips, and then around to her buttocks, caressing them, before retracing my route back.

As I did that over the next few minutes, she ever so gradually lowered her body, both to increase the pressure as I touched her, and to make it easier for me to expand my efforts. Finally, when she'd lowered herself enough, I raised my head slightly, and took the end of her breast in my mouth, and softly sucked on the nipple and areola – feeling her nipple pop up even more in my mouth as she moaned her enjoyment of what I'd done.