Chapter 3

They spent the next day together, neither one mentioning the sexual activities of the night before. When they came upon some of his former classmates from high school, it was as if she didn't want to have to speak to them. She didn't seem to want to be near anyone else right now, and not necessarily close to him. Finally he asked her what was the matter. Why was she acting so strange?

"It's what I did last night?"

"What about it?"

"Do you think they can tell?"

"How would they be able to tell? It's not like you're wearing as a sign that says 'I gave Kyle a blow job last night.'"

She immediately blushed. "Well, it is a little embarrassing?"

"What's to be embarrassed about? It's not like you are the first girl to have ever done that for a guy."

"Yes, but I'm still embarrassed about what it involved." She was blushing.

"Well, since you don't want to make love, that is our only choice."

"It's still a big step. And it is embarrassing for a girl to have that in her mouth, or to swallow your seed, and any number of other things."

"Stephanie, I'll bet while you were doing that last night, at least ten other guys in town were having the same things done by their dates. And you are sooo much more than a 'date' to me. It is nothing to be embarrassed about."

"I would just die if anyone ever found out."

"No one will ever going to find out from me, that's for sure."

They decided to go out for dinner. They went to an upscale restaurant in the nearest larger city and enjoyed a very delicious meal in a modestly romantic setting. It was dark, and the tables were lit only by candles. Kyle slipped the waiter a twenty and he brought them a bottle of wine which allowed him to toast their love.

As the meal wound down, Kyle leaned close and asked, "Stephanie, if I promise we will not go beyond last night, can I get a room so that we don't need to be cramped in the car?"

The ambiance was perfect, the wine was delicious and his timing just right. "If you promise that's all we'll do, I guess it would be okay."

Twenty minutes later he had found a motel, registered and guided her to their room. He made a big deal out of double locking the door and checking the curtains to let her feel secure. He began to undress, and helped her out of hers as well. Carefully, he hung his suit jacket and pants in the closet, removed his shirt, tie and socks and shies and then folded down the bed covers. His shorts were tenting already as he dimmed the overhead light, leaving just the soft light in the background. Stephanie was slower than Kyle, timid about being naked in front of a boy for the very first time. Finally she stepped out of her slip. Kyle saw her silhouette in the back light.

"My God, you are beautiful, even like that."

"Thank you." She reached behind her, unclasped her bra and allowed it to fall from her arms. Stephanie's breasts were perfectly shaped, fit nicely into a "b" cup, and because of her youth, still pointed skyward. Her nipples were hard already, just the width of a pencil eraser, and they were highlighted by light pink areolas almost two inches in diameter. Stephanie stood, with her hands on her hips, looking at Kyle.

"You promise?"

"I promise you, Stephanie."

Stephanie slid her hands beneath the waistband of her panties and pushed them over her hips and down, stepping out of them as she neared Kyle on the bed. He just could not get over her beauty, and how sexy she looked. Her hips were flared a little, not overly; just enough to say that she had them. Her creamy white skin was accented by pubic hair that was almost blue black in color and covered her Mons completely. She had trimmed it slightly to stay within her tan lines for the summer, but it was still lush and full from leg to leg. Kyle's eyes were almost rolling into the back of his head. Quickly he shed his shorts, allowing the rock hard object of his manhood to spring free. To Stephanie, it looked much bigger in this light. But the sight of him there, excited, loving her as he claimed to do, jump started the flame in her body too. As she fell into his embrace and their naked bodies touched for the first time, she felt the first little orgasm flow through her.

They kissed for a long time and finally Kyle began to caress her breasts. He was reluctant to even create any separation between their bodies partly from fear that she would change her mind, and partly because he loved how her hard nipples felt against his chest. There was almost no point in caressing her breasts, he thought, because her nipples are hard and she is far past that stage of excitement. Kyle moved his hand down below her waist, lightly touching her pubes, running his fingers through the hair there, once again her body held a surprise for him. Unlike everything he had read and pictures that he had seen in textbooks, Stephanie's pubic hair was not curly but rather, it was long, soft strands of quite straight hair that lay naturally against her abdomen yet completely covered her labial split from view. Using several fingers like a large soft comb, Kyle pulled his fingertips through her bush, over and over again, almost combing it up and then again back, each time allowing some part of his hand to make contact with her clitoris.

Freed of the space restrictions of the front seat of Kyle's car, and the limitations of wearing slacks pushed down over her knees, Stephanie became more and more physically active as Kyle raised her level of sexual excitement. He was holding out for her to tell him to slide his finger into her, but absent of any instructions to do so, she just continued to moan. Finally he slipped his middle finger into her, pushing hard against her clitoris as he moved his hand lower. When Stephanie felt his finger entering her, she gave out an uncontrolled scream of delight, loud enough that Kyle stopped what he was doing out of fear that someone would break down the door. He resumed after she begged him not to stop. By twisting his finger inside her, she achieved two more orgasms, each one larger and more fulfilling than the one preceding, before he withdrew his hand from her body. With barely enough time for her to catch her breath, Kyle continued his patient, diligent tormenting of her clitoris and vagina. Before she could stop him, he rolled around on the bed ending in a position that found him facing her crotch, looking straight into her pubic bush, in awe of the wonders of a woman. He began kissing the inside of her thighs, moving up closer and closer to her throbbing clitoris. He kissed her on both inner thighs and then moved directly to her crotch to blow his breath through her long, soft pubic hair. It was Kyle's turn to surprise someone, which he certainly did. In one motion, he moved so that his mouth was buried in her pubic hair, his tongue was flitting around, searching for her clitoris and, once he found it, sucked it into his mouth. With his lips hooding his teeth, he gummed her clitoris firmly and sharply until she lost complete control of her body. Her hips were gyrating wildly; her mouth was making moaning sounds as if she was seriously hurt. Her head was flopping back and forth, looking left then looking right, her eyes rolling back into her head, so much like he had seen in the movies that it actually frightened him.