Dorsai - Jan

That seemed to calm her considerably, and she said "Thank you. I'm nervous because I've never done anything like this before, and I don't know what – if anything – I'll like or dislike, and I don't want to disappoint you."

Surprised, I answered, "There's nothing you could possibly do or say that would disappoint me. If you want to tell me right now that you've changed your mind, and don't want anything to happen, then I'll accept that, and we can go watch the boys. I won't be upset or angry or any of that kind of nonsense – like I said, I'm here to try and make you happy, and if that's what would make you happy, then that's what we'll do. As I've told Jan, there are some things about sex that some people like, while others don't like them, and others simply don't care. That's why we're here – to find out what you like, and don't like; what*I* think about any of it is irrelevant to what you think about it."

That seemed to put her at ease, and a bit later, she said, "Uh, how do we, um, get started?"

"How do you want it to? Last night, I suggested an anatomy lesson, if you like, so that we can kind of ease into the rest of it. Jan's told me that there isn't much to the sex education you all have at school, so that seems like a good place to start; but if you already know what's what, then we can still start that way, and just not take as long with it."

She blushed a bit, and said "Um, I've learned a little bit about it from Jan, but I don't think I really know anything, so that's probably a good idea."

"Okay, that's where we start, then. Have you ever seen any kind of pictures or diagrams or anything describing things?"

"No, not really." she answered, a little unsure, looking down.

"That's fine; I'm asking so I know how and where to start, okay? It's not a test, and there aren't any right or wrong answers; just reality, okay? I can find a couple drawings that we can use for reference, and we can get started."

That cheered her up, and she looked at me again when she said, "Okay.

Um, what can I do?"

"Well, I think we'll want some room, so that pretty much excludes the bedrooms. How about a couple blankets on the floor in the den, and maybe a couple pillows or cushions? If you want to get that part ready, I'll get the diagrams, and we can go from there."

She nodded her agreement, and as I headed for the computer in the den, she made for the linen closet.

A few minutes later, when I'd printed the diagrams I'd found on the net, I turned around to see that she'd laid the blankets out, and had a couple of pillows handy. Sitting on the couch, she looked a bit nervous, but eager, as well.

She watched me carefully as I told her "Kelly, I think it's pretty obvious that as this goes along, we're going to wind up naked with each other. How that happens is up to you."

She blinked a bit, and said, "How is that?"

"Well, we can start with all our clothes on, and just take off whatever is necessary when we need to, or we can both get completely naked right off. If we both get naked right off, we can do it separately, or together, privately or with each other. Or, if you want, one of us can be naked, and the other one keep their clothes on until YOU decide they need to come off."

Finally realizing that she really was in control, she calmed down again, and with an impish smile, said "Uh, I think I'd like us to be naked from the start."

"That's fine. How do you want us to do that?"

"I think I want to take your clothes off, and then have you take mine.

Is that okay?" she asked, mischievously.

"It is if that's what you want."

With that, I calmly walked over to the edge of the blankets she'd spread, put the diagrams face down on the floor, and simply stood there, looking at her.

After a moment, she stood up, and moved over in front of me, facing me.

She hesitantly reached up for my shirt buttons, and when I didn't say anything, began unfastening them. When they were all undone, she pulled my shirt open, and looked into my face, as though asking permission. I nodded, and she leaned forward slightly, to first kiss my chest, and then start caressing it. After perhaps a minute or two, she stopped, and looking up into my face again, started pulling my shirt off. I helped as needed, and shortly, it was on the couch.

Taking a deep breath, her hand was trembling as she started to reach for my belt buckle. Without touching her, I said "You might find it easier later if my shoes come off, next, instead."

Blushing furiously, she looked up into my face before squatting down to undo my shoelaces, and as I raised each foot in turn, my shoes, which she set at the end of the couch.

Standing again, she was much calmer as she reached for my belt, and after a little fumbling, got it undone. Hesitantly, she reached for the snap of my jeans; I pulled my stomach in a bit to help her, but otherwise didn't say or do anything. Once the snap was open, her hands were visibly trembling as she reached for the zipper, and pulled it down. Once that hurdle was out of the way, it didn't take her long to kneel down, and get my jeans down around my ankles; and after I'd raised each foot, on the couch with my shirt. Staying on her knees, she tentatively reached for my jockey shorts several times before finally laying her hand on my semi-erect penis that was gently tenting the front of them. When she looked up at me again, I nodded, and she gently began squeezing it. After a few moments, though, her curiosity got the better of her, and she grasped the waistband of my shorts, and pulled them down to about midthigh. As my genitals popped free, she exclaimed "Oh!" and paused to examine them for a bit. Finally, though, she finished pulling my shorts down, and when I raised each foot, removed my socks, as well.

The whole lot were soon on the couch, too.

Now that I was naked before her, she was free to do as she wished; it didn't take her long to muster the courage to use a couple of fingers to grasp my penis, and move it around so that she could look at it from different angles; and move it out of the way so she could look over my testicles. Finally releasing it, she put her hands on my thighs, and felt the muscles of my legs, and then around to my butt. Apparently satisfied that I was really there, and really naked, she stood and again kissed me on the chest before stepping back to face me.

To my raised eyebrow, she nodded her readiness, and I stepped forward to begin undressing her. Starting with her blouse, I slowly unbuttoned it, kissing each newly exposed bit of flesh, from just below her throat, to just above her navel; and as I removed it, I kissed her collarbones, and then shoulders. Her blouse easily found a home at the opposite end of the couch from my clothes. Her bra fastened in the front, and I carefully unhooked it, and gently pulled the cups away from her breasts, pausing to kiss her dark brown nipples as they came into view, causing a catch in her breath both times.

Kneeling, I gently slid my hands down her sides, then her thighs, on my way to removing her shoes; she hadn't bothered with socks. I looked up at her as I reached for the waistband of her pants, pausing just before touching her, giving her the chance to change her mind. She nodded to me, and I carefully unfastened the waist, and then the other buttons that made up the fly on them. I reached back to hold and caress her buttocks briefly before taking the waistband and gently pulling it down, sliding her slacks to her ankles, and then off of her. Before me, I saw the pale nylon of her bikini briefs, along with a hint of wetness at the juncture of her legs. Leaning forward, I kissed her bellybutton as I slid my fingers under the waistband of her panties; grasping them, they too slid down her hips, allowing me to plant soft kisses on her hips and belly and just above her pubic hair. Sliding them the rest of the way down, they joined the rest of her clothing on the couch. Before standing again, I leaned forward once more, to place a kiss first on her soft, black, straight pubic hair – where I was greeted by the gentle scent of her womanhood – then on the inside front of each of her thighs, where they met her pelvis.