Chapter 9

We lay in bed for a long time in the morning, awake but we were just being lazy and spending time talking.

Last night had been a breakthrough for us and I could feel the new closeness. Sex was coming and it would be soon. When we finally have full, unprotected, no holds barred sex, I knew it was going to be titanic.

Beth Ann was happy. She was talkative and smiled so often I could tell she liked our new intimacy. I think there is often a calm, freshness about a relationship as you enter the stage between the awkward, getting to know you part, and before sexual intercourse. Right now we were in the being close to each other, stage and it felt sweet, innocent, loving and gentle. I simply loved looking at Beth Ann. Even after sleeping all night, she smelled fresh and looked sexy. My erection returned with a vengeance but I ignored it so we could enjoy just being together.

Beth Ann wanted to talk about last night. I expected her to want to have a serious talk about responsibility and placing limits on our behavior but she wanted to discuss her responses to our touching.

"We spend our lives reading about people having great sex. We spend years watching movies and TV about people searching for, discovering and craving great sex. There are even college degrees to be earned in educating people on how to find sexual gratification.

"After all that, until last night, I never had a serious climax. Now that you've proved I can, you have me wondering how you knew how to ... do ... what you did, last night. Where did all this knowledge and knowhow come from? Who have you been with to teach you to do those things? But, mostly, why am I just finding out about it, now?

"I have about a million questions but I'm afraid to ask because I might hate the answers.

"Just reassure me, Baby. None of our neighbors and none of your school teachers have been touching you, have they? If anyone has been taking advantage of you, I'll ... I'll ... I don't know what, but I definitely will." She was working herself up and I needed to calm her down.

"You have worked almost since I was born. Between the library and TV, I learned a lot. You can especially learn a lot from those afternoon soap operas." I was feeling my way carefully, here. "You two were so distant that the difference between you and the people on TV was enough to get anyone's attention. Seeing people hug, kiss and touch each other all over their bodies was interesting. I liked watching people loving other people, I think because there was none of that at home.

"I guess I watched enough to learn some things. To put your fears to rest, no one touched me. No one molested me and no one did any of the things with me we did last night. I was so excited I could hardly breathe. The thing I was most worried about was hurting you, or doing something that would make you sad like the way things were before the divorce.

"When you asked me to ... do it for you, I almost came before we got out here to the bed. I was so excited it hurt. When I saw your boobs I couldn't hold back for another second. It was like I was on fire and the only way to fight it was to come. Just looking at you with the towel in a puddle on your lap, and your nipples begging me to suck them, was more than I could stand. I was afraid I would spontaneously combust and burn up to ash, if I didn't cum, right then.

"I don't think you fully get how beautiful and sexy you are. You are wicked hot and you turn me on so much I would do anything for you. Anything.

"Sometimes I just sit quietly and stare at you, trying to burn your picture into my head, so I can memorize your face and smile. When I compare you to other women, forget it. There's nothing to compare and nowhere to start. You were talking about Rebecca and Colleen being interested in me but that's like, 'So what, ' to me.

"You have to know we are special, together. There's some kind of chemistry that makes us special when we're together.

"You have to know that, because I sure do."

Her nipples were as hard as erasers again, and I desperately wanted to reach out and lick them. She wanted me to, too. I knew because she kept brushing her hand across her chest.

So I did.

Without asking, or warning her, I leaned in and used my teeth to pull the sheet away enough to get my lips on her nipple. Beth Ann blushed from her waist to her chin as my lips and teeth grated on her hard nipple.

Full of sudden energy and maybe just a bit taken aback by her sudden sexual passion, Beth Ann hopped out of bed and announced she needed to "wash her rats' nest before she discovered wild animals living in her hair." That got us laughing and cutting up. I had an idea and decided to be a little bold and a little more than a little dangerous.

"Hey. Let me wash your hair." It was obvious she was thinking that over and I needed to jump in before she rejected me. "I love your hair and it would be fun to massage your scalp and run my fingers through your hair."

We were still in the bedroom, and she was half way to her bathroom, so I acted like it was settled and followed her in, putting down the shower mat and starting the water to warm it up. While mom thought it over I got out the shampoo, conditioner and her liquid body wash, put them on the shower ledge, stripped off my shorts, which I'd donned expecting to get up and get going, stepped in under the spray and held the curtain for her.

My presumptuousness paid off as Beth Ann dropped the towel in her hand and stepped in, turning her back to me. The sight of her naked body, again hit me like a freight train. I had to steady my nerves before I poured a handful of liquid soap into my palm and began to gently wash her back from neck to heels.

My fingers gently scrubbed her soft skin, enjoying the sensations. I had become very proficient at back rubs, because Jean was a true hedonist when it came to her comfort. By the time I had her back all scrubbed, she was flushed from arousal and squirming back against my hands. Knowing what that meant, I stepped away and let the shower head rinse her clean, then gently turned her to wash her front.

That was the moment of truth. She would either let me have my way with her, or this would be it. She'd push me away and finish herself.

Confirming my hunch, she meekly met my eyes as she turned to face me. We both knew I was aroused because my dick was an iron rod hanging between us and the angle it stuck out was just enough to bridge the gap, like a rope that tied us together. Instead of acknowledging my erection, she closed her eyes and submitted to having her chest and pussy washed.

As I soaped her neck, shoulders and chest, she sighed a couple of times and shivered once. Keeping up the pressure, I let my hands drift slowly south and soon I was traveling up the slope of her breasts. Not in too much of a hurry, I washed around her nipples, slowly increasing her arousal, as I closed in on the crinkly nubs When I had both nipples in my hands, I gently pinched them, pulling outward, and temporarily reshaping her breasts.

That seemed to do it and Beth Ann had a mini orgasm. As she writhed and groaned, I increased the pressure and alternately pinched and pulled her nipples as she continued to experience small tremors. Several times she shoved her hips forward and banged her pussy mound on my dick, causing both of us to twitch.