Dorsai - Jan

At that, she raised herself over me so she could look into my face, and told me "Even if the rest of it is only as good as what happened the first time, and the second one is the special one, I want to learn. God!

How I want to learn!"

"I want you to remember something, though. Making love is something that everyone has to learn. Having sex, to get your own pleasure, is instinct; making love, to give someone else pleasure, is learned. I can't teach you everything – I can't even teach you the little bit I know – in just one session. All I can hope to do is teach you to be open to the idea of trying new experiences, so that you can find out for yourself what parts about making love you like, and which ones you don't. You can learn a little bit from me, and when you find another guy, you can learn some from him, and so on. As long as you and the other person are honest with each other, and trust each other, you never have to stop learning from each other, and there's not much chance that you'll ever get tired or bored about making love. In fact, just the phrase 'making love' is a description of what is supposed to be happening, and instructions on how to make it happen. As long as you remember what love is, and don't settle for anything less, you'll do fine."

She looked down at me for a moment before saying "I think you're a better teacher than you give yourself credit for. And I think you teach more than you think you do. You don't tell people to be like you; instead, you set an example, and if they ask, tell them how you do it, and then let them make the choice. You're honest, and caring, and gentle, and all the things that anyone should want to be like, boy or girl. I can understand how easy it was for Jan and Kelly to fall in love with you – I'm doing it, myself. You're a decent, loving person, and you make me want to be like you – and you give me the courage to try."

Then, getting a mischievous look on her face, she went on, saying "But that's for later. Right now, there's this making love thing I want to learn – and I want to practice what you've already taught me!"

With that, and a twinkle in her eye, she kissed me. I mean *really* kissed me, as though she were not only enjoying what we were doing, but savoring the taste of herself that remained on my face. When the kiss finally broke, she slowly moved herself down, kissing my chest – and even sucking on MY nipples – then my stomach, and on to my belly (pausing long enough to do to my navel pretty much what I'd done to hers – including noisily blowing into it), and finally reaching my penis.

Without hesitation, she took it into her mouth, and began applying a gentle suction as she used her tongue to lick it. When she found that I was sensitive under the head, she quickly fixated on that area, and soon had me nearly fully erect. When I'd reached that point, she released me from her mouth to her hand, holding me so that she could trace her tongue from just under the glans and on down to between my testicles, where she easily took one, then the other, into her mouth, ever-so-softly sucking on them, before washing my entire scrotum with her tongue. She then reversed her course, and traced her way back to the head, applying small lip-nibbles along the way. By the time she got to the head, I was fully erect, but she went ahead, taking a couple of minutes to suck on my length, making sure that I was completely ready, and thoroughly wetted with her saliva.

When she was satisfied with her handiwork (I was happy with it long before she was!), she looked up at me, saying "I know you're ready – and I am, too. What do we do next?"

"Anything that gets your part 'A' line up with my part 'B' will do the trick, but it would probably be easiest on you if you were on top of me, so that you're in control."

"You mean like you on your back, and me over you?"

"Yep, just like that."

"It sounds right, but I want us to be able to kiss and touch each other, too. Wouldn't it still work if you were sitting up?", she asked.

"Sure. Uh, this might take a little while, so how about if I lean back against the headboard?"

"That's fine! I just want to do it!"

At that, she released me, and I sat up and scooted myself backward, until I was resting against the headboard, with a pillow for a cushion.

As I was doing that, she'd gotten off the bed at the foot, and walked around to the side; when I was situated, she simply stepped up onto the bed, and then over me, so that she was standing in front of me, facing me. I took the opportunity to hold her delightfully full and firm asscheeks in my hands, and pulled her forward a bit, so that her mons was even with my face. As I leaned forward a bit, she saw what I wanted to do, and readily tilted her pelvis forward and spread her legs, giving me easy access to her womanhood.

Her clitoris was fully erect, and on her extended and slightly parted labia I could easily see little dewdrops of her nectar. I eagerly licked them up, and went on to add my saliva to the moisture at her entrance, and flick my tongue across her clitoris in a rapid, gentle strumming that soon had her moaning her pleasure. But she wanted more, and after reluctantly pulling herself away from me slightly, dropped to her knees, so that she was straddling my lap, her opening only a few inches away from my erection.

When she was situated, I gently took her face in my hands, and told her "Sandra, there's no hurry on this. You are in control here, and I am not going to do anything to hurry you. This only happens if you want it to.

It only happens how you want it to. You can go as fast or as slow as YOU want; and you can even stop it at any time, and I will not complain, or be unhappy with you, or think badly about you. What happens here, now, is up to YOU – under NO circumstances am I going to say anything to anyone about what does or doesn't happen between us. If you want to go back into the den right now and tell all of them that we made wild, passionate love, then I will not disagree with you or say anything against you – to anyone."

I could see that she was nervous, but surprisingly, not afraid. When I finished talking to her, she simply said "I know that, Dan. I know I can trust you, and I know that you're not going to hurt me, or rush me, or anything like that. THAT's why I know I want you to be my first – because it will be easier and nicer with you than anyone else I can think of."

With that, she kissed me, softly, on the lips, before reaching down between us to take hold of my still-slick penis. When she realized that she wasn't quite in the right position, she scooted forward a bit, so that her knees were on each side of my hips, and lowered herself until my penis made it's first contact with her opening. She paused then, and looking into my eyes, began impaling herself on it, slowly. To our mutual surprise, it seemed to slide into her fairly easily. She did gasp slightly when the head finally popped past the opening, and stopped for a moment.

Still looking into her eyes, I said, "That's it. Stop whenever you want, for whatever reasons you want. I'm here, and I'm not going anyplace." -a small smile from her – "We've got all the time you want. Take as much of it as you need. The ONLY important thing here is that you're comfortable, and you don't get hurt. If you have any trouble or discomfort getting me inside, then stop for a minute. It might help if you slid me out a little bit sometimes, so that your wetness spreads around a little better, and makes things slide a little easier. But most important is that you just do what feels comfortable, and only go as fast or slow as you're happy with."

She nodded her understanding, and gave me another quick kiss on the lips, saying "Thanks, Dan, I will." Then she took my hands in hers, and put them on her hips, telling me "Help hold me steady, okay?", before putting her hands on my shoulders.