Making A Very Long Story Merely Long
As the weeks went by, they continued on with their spooning and playing. She had never in her life been addicted to something before. She couldn’t stop. Being with D was like being in a pool. She’d jumped in and had so much fun swimming around that she didn’t want to get out, even though she was getting cold, her teeth were chattering, and her lips and nails were turning blue. Staying in the pool much longer would probably be hazardous. She knew this. But she still refused to do so.
On one occasion she even admitted to him that should he ever ask, she might actually say yes to sex. As a virgin, it was a huge step for her. His response was that he was still determined not to do so, that sex was the ultimate line he would not cross, although everything else was game.
As he was lying on top of her, his head resting on her stomach, he asked “would you turn me down if I ask to play ‘down there’?”
“Yes.”
“Then I won’t ask.”
She had trouble verbalizing it at the time, but fantasizing about him fingering or going down on her was one thing, but to actually let him do so was quite another.
He always asked for permission first. He never did anything without making sure she was okay with it. She never forgot that.
. . .
“Can I play with you?”
“….”
“Please let me do this for you. If anything makes you uncomfortable just tell me to stop and I will.”
He began by tracing his fingers over her. When he inserted his finger it hurt at first. The further he pushed in, the better it felt. As he pulled his finger out, his calloused fingertip rubbed over just the right spot. She braced her hands against the wall and pushed down, trying to get his finger to go as deeply as possible.
“It can’t go in any farther, you know.”
“I knoooooow,” she whined.
He slowly kissed and sucked down the flesh of her abdomen until his breath tickled the skin joining her pelvis and her thigh. With his tongue, he explored all she had. She asked him to suck harder and he obliged. Something was building up, more skin-bursting than the small orgasms she would give herself. She came this close but was not able to achieve full release.
During a lull, they began talking about sex.
“I want to demonstrate a comparison.”
He wrapped her hand around his thick rough skinned finger, the one he’d been using.
“Things felt pretty tight with just this.”
Then he wrapped her hand around his cock. Certainly much thicker. “And I’m not fully hard yet. You should be careful with whoever you first have sex with because of how small you are.” Still going on like he wasn’t going to have sex with her.
“You’re the first girl that’s needed such rough handling. You aren’t as sensitive down there as most other girls I’ve been with. What I’ve been doing would be chafing or hurting them. Treatment like that would get me slapped. Maybe evolution did you a good one there, making you less sensitive so actual sex won’t be too painful,” he joked.
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