Dorsai - Jan

Wanting to give as good as I was getting, I moved my hands: one down, to start softly rubbing her clitoris, the other up, to start caressing and squeezing her breast. One of her hands went out to the arm of the chair to steady herself; the other went to her other breast. Rather than trying to get each other off, we were content to keep each other aroused, increasing that arousal as slowly as possible, delaying satisfaction for as long as we could.

By the end of the second movie, we were both fully aroused, and finally looking forward to reaching the end. It was with the third – and most erotic, by far – movie that we went about stimulating each other deliberately, though still slowly. Jan started clenching herself around me, slowly and rhythmically, in counterpoint to the small motions she was making on my penis as she moved to slide my erection in and out of herself. For my part, I was delighted to continue my attentions to her clitoris, drawing her plentiful lubrication from where we were joined; and using my fingertips to caress any part of her body I could reach.

I'd play with her bellybutton, I'd caress her breasts by tracing their entire surface, I'd Braille-memorize her areolas and nipples. Added to that, I was kissing the backs and tops of her shoulders, and neck; at times, I would trace the outlines of her ears with the tip of my tongue, savoring the taste of her skin. Other times, I'd content to simply breathe in the scent of her – if there is anything more appealing and erotic than the smell of clean, fresh girl, I don't know what it could be; if it could be bottled, I'm sure it would be the most effective male aphrodisiac ever sold. Whether it was pheromones, soap, or something else, I couldn't say. All I know is that it worked . Very well.

By this time, we were both breathing heavily, and making involuntary noises of arousal. Positioned as we were, there was nothing I could do to try and press into her – the couple of times I tried, she simply let herself be raised by my hips and legs, effectively keeping me where I was inside her. Understanding that she wanted to make this a particularly special event, I contented myself with simply letting her proceed at whatever pace she wanted, and adding to whatever arousal she could bring to herself.

As the third movie progressed, I continued to stimulate her clitoris: softly rubbing it, circling it with a fingertip, rhythmically pressing it, and so on. For her part, Jan was most definitely aroused, as evidenced by her hardened breasts, erect areolas and nipples, gasping and moaning, fine sheen of sweat across her body, and the way she pressed herself down onto my penis as I stimulated her clitoris.

I'd heard that there was a sexual discipline that involved contact such as we had, but until then, couldn't understand how it was possible to maintain an erection for so long without more 'active' involvement. *Now* I understood, and enjoyed it tremendously: even without the slippery friction of actual lovemaking, the mutual stimulation we were giving each other was more than sufficient to gradually raise us to a phenomenal level. I could feel her vaginal muscles clasping at me each time I ran my finger over her clit, or pinched her nipple; each time she did that, I had an involuntary twitch, which she could apparently feel, because she would gasp when I did.

Several minutes of this, and I could feel the faint twinges of my impending release; Jan seemed to be feeling the same way, because all I could hear from her was a continuous moan, interrupted only by the sounds of her deep breathing. After several more minutes, the sensations we were experiencing were irreversible, and despite the incredibly slow pace of the progression of our stimulation and arousal, we ultimately reached a final sexual release: I was first, pumping shot after shot of fluid into her. My mind tells me that it must have been the usual multiple spurt ejaculation, but what it felt like was a single, non-stop stream of semen. Even after the sensation passed, I was still fully erect, and quickly resumed my ministrations to her breasts and clitoris; after only few moments of slowly bouncing on my lap and churning our mixed juices to a froth, Jan peaked as well. As she gave a high-pitched keening sound, I could feel her tighten around me as her entire body went rigid; under my finger, I could feel her clitoris withdraw back under its hood. I quickly placed a couple of fingers on each side of it, and rhythmically pressed on the nerve bundles that run there, as well as a softer pressure on her now-hidden clit. My other hand was dedicated to switching between her nipples, pinching them, and pulling them away from her breasts. The pressure of her vagina on my penis was strong, but not painfully so; what surprised me was the sensation of her internal muscles as they went through a lighter, fluttering, milking sensation.

Though she went through a series of spasm, they were so close together that they almost felt like just one, even to me; I could easily understand how they might feel like the single pulse I thought I'd experienced. When it was finally over for her, she all but collapsed in my arms, laying back against me and gasping for breath as she experienced a few last (relatively) minor tremors.

When she'd again caught her breath, she raised herself up, releasing my still erect penis from her sheath, stood and turned around, then seated herself on my lap again. Once seated, she wiggled herself around a bit, until she caught the head of my penis, and then settled herself down on it again, taking me inside. Satisfied, she leaned forward and rested herself against me, snuggling closer when I put my arms around her. She sat like that for several minutes, almost purring into my chest, as my penis softened, and finally slipped free of her hold. Thus uncorked, a small flood of her juices and my seminal fluid was released, soaking my groin, and hers where we touched.

Only after we'd been uncoupled for a minute or so did she bother to speak, without moving from my embrace.

"Oh, boy." was what she had to say.

"Yeah, I suppose that sums it up, pretty well!"

"I didn't know it could be like that!"

"To tell the truth, I didn't either. I've gone slowly and taken my time before, but that was something new."

"You mean you've never been like that with a girl before?" she asked, amazed.

"Nope. Believe me, if I had, I'd remember it!"

I could feel her smiling into my chest as she said"Well, I guess that's one more thing to make this special, then."

"Jan, it's special to me, anyway, regardless of what does or doesn't happen between us. You've honored me by picking me to be the first you make love with; you've honored me by trusting me to help you learn what you do and don't like about making love. You've shown me love and affection far beyond your years; more than I believe I really deserve.

BUT!" – in response to the feeling of her preparing to say something -

"you believe that I deserve it, and I'll accept that. To get back to what I was saying, though, our relationship already is special – as is our time together, to me. Even when you kissed me goodnight at your dad's house, it was special to me – because it was a kiss from you."

She snuggled again, and I could again all but feel her smile, as I continued "What I'm getting at is that you don't have to feel like there's any kind of 'score' involved, or that you need or have to do anything in particular to make this time special to me; or at least, more special than it already is. Do what you like, do what feels good, try things you wonder about, don't be afraid to say that you do or don't like or want this thing or that. Enjoy what you experience, and be in the experience. Savor it. For an experience like this, if you feel like it's some kind of contest, then you've already lost."