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confusion, and then
simply unzipped his pants and freed his erection.
    "Touch me," he demanded. Oh, that's what he meant.
    Tentatively, I reached to obey his command,
lightly brushing with my fingertips. The sight of it was fascinating; standing
proudly, the top a shiny mauve color, a bead of moisture at the tip. The rest
of it was a paler color, but with prominent blue veins tracing all over it.
    "Squeeze," Justin said. I grasped
the shaft with my whole hand and squeezed as requested, feeling with surprise a
responding clench of my internal muscles as it leapt in my hand.
    "Oh," I breathed.
    "That's it," he sighed, "now
stroke up and down." He must have known by now that I had no idea what I
was doing, but he seemed willing to teach me. I was certainly willing to learn.
    I lost myself in delirious sensation that
night. I didn't know what to do with my intense physical response to his every
touch. His hands, creeping up my leg and under my skirt; his fingers slipping
under the leg of my panties and over the moist center of me—each new sensation
sent me whirling through space, falling endlessly as I strained even closer to
feel more.
    By the time he unzipped my skirt and pushed
it down my hips, sweeping my panties with it, I had thrown caution to the wind
and was ready for whatever new experiences Justin was willing to give me. He
seemed determined to explore every inch of my body. When he kissed and licked
his way down my stomach and over the light thatch of hair that covered my sex,
something that felt like fear swept through me, but it wasn't fear. I didn't
know what was coming, but I sensed that it would be magical and I wasn't wrong.
    His lips found the most sensitive part of
me, nibbling and teasing, followed by the flick of his tongue there. I couldn't
suppress the scream of pleasure and surprise. Startled, he held me with a hand
on each side of my hips and looked up. Greedy for more, I clutched his hair and
pulled him back to me, where he dutifully lapped until a shattering explosion
took me. I was still shaking when he moved back to lie alongside me, wrapping
me in his arms and holding me until the trembling had nearly stopped.
    "Was that your first time?" he
asked softly. Still overcome, all I could do was nod.
    "Did you like it?" That struck me
as funny. How could he have not known that I liked it? Never realizing it was a
rhetorical question, I kept nodding as tears of deep release began to roll down
my cheeks.
    "Here, now, don't cry," Justin
said. "It won't be the last. Would you like to do something for me now?
Something I'll like as much as you liked that?"
    I kept nodding, willing to do anything to
stay in this man's presence, feel his lips on me, and maybe have that glorious
shattering again. Though it had been incredible, I now felt hollow below, as if
something were missing from my body, and I knew just enough to know that it
could only be filled and completed by his body; by the member that was even now
being nudged into my hand again by the artful thrusting of his hips.
    "Come on, baby, you know what I
want," he insisted. I thought I did, but I wasn't sure. Nor was I certain
how in our present positions he would be able to put it into me. I wriggled a
little and tried to spread my legs.
    "No, not yet," Justin said,
sounding a little frustrated. With a sigh, he sat up and pulled me to a sitting
position, then straddled my lap, facing me on his knees. His manhood bobbed in
front of my face as he thrust a finger into my lips and pulled down until I
opened my mouth. His finger tasted of something unfamiliar and sensual, and it
occurred to me that this was the finger that had invaded my opening as he
pleasured me with his tongue. The thought surprised me enough to make my mouth
go slack.
    "That's it, baby," he encouraged,
thrusting himself forward until I understood that he wanted to put it in my
mouth. Suddenly understanding flooded me, and I seized his shaft to guide it.
The warm, velvety skin felt divine