Chapter 3: The Second Lesson, Part 1

The next morning, the doorbell rang about 9:30. I was just finishing breakfast, and was only wearing a t-shirt and shorts. I answered the door, and there she was, dressed much like yesterday, and carrying a small backpack. She stepped into the foyer, closing the door behind her, and moved to me, tilting her face up to mine.

I wrapped her in my arms and took the suggestion for a kiss at face value, moving my lips to hers. She dropped the backpack, and wrapped her arms around my neck, deepening the kiss. Our tongues started fencing, and I could hear a low moan in her throat. Time slowed down for both of us as we greeted each other in this manner that we had learned only yesterday.

My penis began to twitch, and feeling this, she moved her abdomen in tighter against me, purposefully rubbing against it, and making the situation that much worse. After yesterday's masturbation session, I knew there was no point in being embarrassed about what was happening—she knew precisely what was sticking into her, why, and that she was the cause.

After a moment, she moaned again, and then moved her head back, breaking the kiss. "This is the way that I want to say hello to you every day, from now on," she breathed.

I looked into those wonderful green eyes, and said, "There may be a problem with that. That's not how we usually greet each other, and we may want to be somewhat more clandestine to keep our parents from suspecting anything." Typically, before yesterday we had greeted each other by a simple nod of the head, or the occasional 'Hey.' We simply took each other's presence for granted, assuming that we would pretty much always be with each other.

We had never held hands, or hugged, and definitely had never kissed each other. I knew that such displays of affection were about to become commonplace and expected for both of us, but being a little circumspect, at least for a while, might not be a bad idea. I voiced these opinions to her, and could see her face cloud over a little.

"But I have made up my mind about I how feel for you, and I don't care who knows it. It's as if I want to mark you for the world to see: 'This man is mine; do not touch.' I tossed and turned a lot last night thinking about, and my mind hasn't changed since yesterday."

"I feel the same way about you. Remember that yesterday I said that kissing you was a truly enjoyable experience. The past few minutes have not changed my mind; kissing you ranks as one of my all-time favourite activities ... but you have to take into account our relationship for the past sixteen years. Our parents have accepted us as best friends, with gender not entering into the relationship. We have never shown signs of affection for each other, and as a result we have been given a huge amount of freedom.

"Face it, what other teenagers do we know that have the freedom to roam the city, ignore curfews, and not even phone home every hour? As long as it is you and me together, our parents assume that no trouble will ensue, and that we will not be trying to get into each other's pants. Obviously, for you and me that changed in a big way yesterday, and it will change in even bigger ways as this 'research project' continues. If our parents detect a sudden change in the way we act around each other, they will realize that we have suddenly discovered sex, and they will act to ensure that we no longer get to spend time with each other alone.

"Do you really think that if your mother saw you with your arms wrapped around me, doing your best to rub against my stiffening penis, that she wouldn't let out a blood-curdling scream and drag you home by your hair?"

She smiled a little coquettishly, something I didn't even know that she knew how to do. My penis twitched again at the sight, causing her to rub against it some more. "But I really like rubbing against your stiff penis." After a moment, she stepped back out of my embrace, making it easier for her to look me in the eye.

"I could use the expression, 'I hate it when you're right, ' but you are. Your logic is impeccable. As much as it pains me to admit it, the thought of my parents catching us in the garage yesterday, or in one another's beds in the future is horrifying ... not for being caught, but for the repercussions. I guess I've been letting emotions cloud my judgement, probably because this is all so new. After all, it was only yesterday that I realized I love you."

"And it was only yesterday that my best friend not only declared her love, but her lust for me, and I'm still getting used to the concept, and the revelation. However, I already know that having received both of those, I will never give them up, but I could have them forcibly taken away from me. That result would probably kill me."

As I finished, she threw herself back into my arms, hugging me fiercely. As she lifted her head to kiss me, I reached to her waist, and lifted her to my height, as I had first done at her request yesterday. With the two of us level, I looked deeply into her eyes, and could see the love, and fear, that was there. I kissed her deeply, letting her know through this action that I was hers forever.

I could feel her tears wetting my face as our tongues dueled for possession of each other's mouth. I could also tell that her breathing was getting a little ragged and, based on yesterday's experience, I knew that this meant her level of arousal was rising.

A moment later, we broke the kiss, and I lowered her to the ground. I looked down at her, and started to raise one hand, moving it toward her breast, but stopped about an inch away. "You know, these felt so wonderful yesterday, that I'd almost like to hold one occasionally when we're kissing. Would it be okay to touch it now?"

She grabbed my hand, forcibly planting it on her breast, and using my fingers to squeeze it firmly. As she moaned with the sensation, she said with a little quaver in her voice, "New rule. Any body part in reach my be held, felt, caressed, squeezed, or patted whenever the other party desires, or is instructed to by the owner of said body part. This means, yes, you may hold a breast while you kiss me. It also means that you may use my ass to hold me up to your level, since that may be easier for you, and will certainly feel better for me." As she finished declaring the new rule, she took herself at her word, and reached out to grab my penis through my shorts, pulling me toward her for another kiss. I massaged her wonderfully firm breast throughout the kiss, thoroughly enjoying both her action and mine.

After another eternity of kissing, she pulled back a bit, and asked, "Have you had your shower yet?"

"No, I was just finishing breakfast when you arrived, and I was going to work out for a bit, then have a shower. I hadn't expected you to arrive this early."

"I was too anxious to wait, so I packed up and came over."

"Packed up? Packed up what?"

"I brought a few things we'll need for today's lesson."

"What's today's lesson?"

"Oral sex." My penis gave a jerk at the thought of her mouth on it, and she giggled, since she was still holding it in her hand. "Ah, I see someone likes that idea. Let's go upstairs. I haven't showered yet either. I was hoping we could do it together." She started moving toward the stairs, pulling me along with the hand on my penis. Along the way, she picked up the small backpack she had brought.

"It really isn't a handle, you know."

"It seems to be working quite well as one."

She giggled at her own witticism, then let go of me and ran for the stairs. As she entered my room, she looked at the rumpled state of the bedclothes, and said, "Well, we won't have to worry about messing up the bed. Now, get undressed."

"Wait," I said. She paused with the hem of her t-shirt in her hands, and looked at me.

"We can't shower in our clothes."

"I know, but I want to undress you. I need to learn how, and the thought of unwrapping you..."

She looked down at my crotch, and said, "I can see what the thought does to you. Please proceed." She dropped her hands to her sides, and smiled shyly at me.

I moved closer, then reached out my hands, and gave both of her breasts a little squeeze, through the layers of her clothes. She moaned deep in her throat, and huskily said, "I love the way you do that. I hope you do it a lot."

After one more squeeze, I lowered my hands to the bottom of her t-shirt, and lifted it over her head, helping her take her arms and ponytail out. Looking at her ponytail, I decided that I wanted to see her hair in all its crazy swirl of curls, so I reached behind her head and gently removed her typical rubber band, then ran my fingers through her hair, fluffing it out. She looked at me a little quizzically as I did this.

"I've decided that I much prefer your hair framing your face, and draping over your shoulders, especially when those shoulders are naked." She grinned at me, and then rapidly shook her head to help spread the hair around. I appreciated the gesture, and the result.

I looked at her bra, and she spun around saying, "It hooks in the back." I examined the hooks, figuring out how this worked, then reached out and released the two sides of the strap. She held her hands to the cups of the bra, preventing it from falling off, and turned back around. She looked at me somewhat expectantly, and I got the message—I had to remove it, gravity could not play a part.

I lifted the bottom of the cups away from the flesh of both breasts, and watched them settle slightly under their own weight. Pulling the straps down her arms, my eyes were locked on the sight before me. After I tossed her bra over my shoulder on to the bed, I looked into her eyes. "They're still as beautiful today as they were yesterday."

Her face coloured with either arousal or embarrassment at the compliment, and remembering the new rule about touching, I reached my hands out to cup the two magnificent globes, squeezing each one slightly. She moaned again, and I decided that I liked that particular sound coming from her. I moved my index fingers and thumbs to her nipples, and before she realized what evil I was up to, I had once again taken hold of each nipple a little firmly, and rolled the two buds back and forth between my digits.

Her reaction was all that I had hoped for. Her breath hissed between her teeth in a ragged inhalation, and a new moan, much louder this time, started in her throat. Her fists clenched, her eyes squeezed shut, and a tremor moved over her entire body. I rolled her nipples again, a little harder this time, and she nearly fell down as the sensations overwhelmed her. I stepped in closer, and wrapped my arms around her, relinquishing her breasts for the moment.

After a minute of shaking, she looked up at me and said, somewhat accusingly, "You did that on purpose."

I grinned and said, "Guilty as charged."

"Not that I'm complaining, but why?"

"We're supposed to be learning about sex, and each other's sexuality, correct?" She nodded. "Well, what better way than to learn each other's triggers, and to practice at any opportunity? Besides, after watching you yesterday, and just now, I've come to the conclusion that I really like watching you have an orgasm, and I think I'll try to give you one whenever I can." She leaned forward and snuggled into my chest for a moment, then stepped back.

"I think we both still have too many clothes on."

"The mademoiselle is correct, and we need to rectify that." I reached out and popped the snap on her shorts, then pulled the zipper down. Putting my hands to her waist, I slipped them inside the waistband, and started sliding them over hips. She gave another of those delightful shimmies, and the shorts came free of her buttocks. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her panties as those came into view, and proceeded to slide both garments down her legs. She seemed a little surprised that she was completely naked, as I think she expected to have the coverage of her panties for a moment or two more.

"It's more efficient this way; two at a time." I took a moment to revel in her beauty, then looked at her. "Do you want to do me, or should I just strip?"

"Oh, you wouldn't believe how much I want to do you, but for now I'll settle for taking your clothes off."

I blinked hard at hearing this. "You've been reading too much porn, I think."

She giggled as she reached for my t-shirt. I helped her get it over my head. Once it was off, she paused to run her hand over my chest, and then leaned in to kiss me a few times across my pectorals. As her lips reached one of my nipples, she sucked on it then lightly bit it with her teeth. My reaction stunned me, as I inhaled sharply, and a shiver went through me. My penis lurched as the sensation hit my groin. She swirled her tongue around the nipple, then leaned back to look up at me with a twinkle in her eyes.

"I'm glad to know that someone else has sensitive nipples."

"It's got to be you, because I've never felt anything like that before."

"Good. Maybe it's mutual. Now, let's get those shorts off, because I want what's in them." So saying, she grabbed the waistband of my shorts in her hands, and yanked them down to my knees in one motion. As my penis came free, it bobbed back to the horizontal, and hit her in the chin. Grinning impishly, she looked up at me from her bent-over position, then leaned forward and kissed the head softly.

The sensation shot through me, and my hips lurched forward at the touch of her lips. Looking straight at it, she softly said, "Later boy, later. We have other things to attend to first." She gave it another quick kiss, then pulled my shorts the rest of the way off. Standing up, she giggled. "He seems awfully eager this morning."

"He's remembering yesterday."

She smiled again. "Well, now the question is: do you shave before you shower, or after?"

I looked at her with a puzzled expression. "I don't shave much, so it's usually after I shower."

"Okay, then let's go wet and clean." She once again took hold of my penis, and started toward my bathroom. "You know, it really does make a good handle." Once in the bathroom, she let me go so I could open the shower door, and put out some towels.

I reached in to start the water, and adjust the temperature. My shower stall is a good size, and could easily accommodate the two of us. As we stood under the spray, she said, "Now, this shower is expressly for getting clean, so we need to keep the groping to a minimum, although a little excitement is fine."

"Groping?" I asked, sarcastically. "I'll have you know that I intend to fill my hands with lather, then glide them over every square inch of that perfect body, teasing and squeezing as I go. I don't grope; I fondle, caress, excite, and enjoy. Groping is for amateurs."

I followed my words with actions, filling my hands with lather, and covering every part of her body with soap. I worked up suds in her pubic bush, and down her legs to her feet. Her breasts and abdomen took extra time, and she started moaning again. As I finished her back, I crouched and worked my hands over the globes of her rear, then slid a hand between them to find her little anal pucker. I swirled the tip of a finger around it, but did not attempt any penetration.