Blue eyed young amateur lady exposes herself nude

Two young friends become something much more.

Robert do you ever masturbate? You know when people use the term I almost swallowed my gum? well I actually did when Kathryn asked me that question. Went into a coughing fit too. Lovely… We were both just 18 and had been friends since second grade. Kathryn s house backed onto mine and our friendship had started the way many young ones do: us staring at each other over the dividing hedge from the safety of our own yards. Her family had just moved in I d lived in my house all my life. What s your name? I asked. Kathryn. What s yours? My parents and older brother everyone actually had always called me Bobby but here was this pip-squeak kid with huge eyes using her formal name on me as if she was someone special. Robert I replied. And it was done. Over the last two weeks remaining in that summer vacation we became friends two peas in a pod as my father was fond of saying. Truth was there was a lot of truth in that. We were both terribly awkward even as kids. Both of us wore glasses for instance and for seven-year-olds that wasn t too normal. For our entire school years we basically only had each other as friends. The other kids picking up with their infallible radar that we were a bit different zeroed in their cruelty on us. I d always that boys were the worst at this but the whispered stories that Kathryn told me of the misery inflicted on her by her gender made it clear that I had no idea what cruelty could be. We had a lot of things in common: we both liked to read we actually LIKED school and did well there. I wanted to be a university professor and Kathryn wanted to be a psychologist. All our classmates aspired to it seemed was taking over their fathers hardware stores or opening a beauty parlor something that didn t require a whole lot of book learning. Just two wanted to be doctors — but only if their pro football careers didn t pan out. So we bonded. It wasn t a gender thing either. We were just two outcasts against the world best buds and each took solace in the other s company. Being able to share what we were made what happened to us in the school yard more bearable. To our parents amusement we always referred to each other formally. For some reason I could never imagine calling my friend Kathy or worse yet Kath. It just didn t seem to fit. Fast forward eleven years. I d turned into a gawky string bean just over six feet tall. On hitting puberty I d had a bout of acne not really bad but enough to make my face a bit pocked. This was the mid-60s after all and treatment for that sort of thing was expensive. Kathryn had gotten somewhat tall too being now about 5 7 . Her hair had grown very long indeed being now halfway down her back and she usually wore it in a braid. As for the rest of her she always wore those granny dresses long before they were popular. This was in response to the inevitable gibes and taunts in the girl s locker room. Kathryn had grown very quickly at age twelve and consequently had been very skinny. Coupled with her rather large feet glasses and the fact that she was late to develop other things she been the target of all the popular girls and made to feel more of an outcast than ever. She developed asthma and this eventually led her to be able to drop Phys Ed. Smart Kathryn had set up the whole thing though and while she did actually have a bit of trouble with her breathing after a little research at the public library (actually a lot of research) she figured out ways to fool her parents doctor and the school into thinking she was much worse of than was the case. In short we were both class A dweebs as far as the other kids and truth be told many parents and teachers were concerned. We were the brains in a school that really didn t honor such things. We lived in the south where football was king. And when it wasn t football they made do with basketball or baseball. If you were good at sports you were golden in our school. The jocks ruled the roost. If you were female your existence revolved around whether you were going to be able to crack the Varsity Cheerleading Squad or going out with one of the jocks. Rumors swirled around those girls willing to do anything to snag one of these sought-after males. Rather than withdrawing like Kathryn I tried playing sports. Football was out since I was so slight. I would have gotten killed. I wasn t very good at basketball but baseball I could do. I had a good quick eye and natural swing but it always seemed to amaze everyone when I jacked out another home run. My dad originally from Boston said I swung the bat just like Ted Williams the Splendid Splinter . It wasn t much but my involvement in at least one sport (and a couple of games my hitting had saved over the years) kept the worst of the jocks off my back. They still made me feel like an outsider every chance they got though since baseball was definitely the bottom of the sports pile in our school. Kathryn would come to a lot of the games and sit in the stand with a quizzical expression on her face book in hand to read until the next time I was at bat. She always sat by herself. All through school we d been the top two in our class and this had led to some friendly rivalry. We each spent far more hours than needed on papers and preparation for tests just so we could be sure to beat the other. There were many times where we were the only two in our class to get 100s on tests and each of us maintained averages over 98. We d also spend hours discussing politics literature art whatever took our fancy. Kathryn and I both felt that the other was the only person we could really talk to. Of course we often studied together since we could work more efficiently and we enjoyed each other s company. That was what we were doing in the basement of Kathryn s house that day when she asked The Question . So here I was literally choking on my gum with Kathryn pounding me on the back. Eventually a glass of water got the coughing under control. Kathryn was very apologetic for catching me off guard like that and tried to pass her question off as a bad attempt at a practical joke but I quickly made my exit. After passing through the hole we d worn over the years in the hedge dividing our yards I nearly ran into the house up to my room and flopped down on the bed feeling more of a dweeb than ever. Truth was I had a major crush on Laura captain of the cheerleading squad a total blonde fox and girlfriend of Todd the captain of the Varsity football team. While she sat next to me in English and History I don t think we d ever exchanged more than a dozen words. Laura was always turned away speaking breathlessly to her friends about her life of parties shopping and cheerleading. I definitely lusted from afar. Truth was when Kathryn asked her question I d been daydreaming about Laura and remembering how I d jerked off that morning in the shower thinking of her lustily kissing me. THAT S what had caused me to unfortunately swallow my gum. Now I looked like a fool in front of my closest friend. Somehow I suddenly felt un-loyal to her even though I d never remotely ever thought of Kathryn in that way. How could I? She was my best bud. As I lay there feeling sorry for myself the phone rang. My mom called upstairs Bob? Are you home? Yeah I called out. It s Kathryn on the phone. She wants to talk to you. I wished that I d opted for a long walk instead. Tell her I m coming. I heaved myself off the bed and went downstairs with all the enthusiasm of a condemned man walking his last mile. My mother handed me the receiver and smiled. Hi Kathryn. Robert I am so sorry for what I did. I don t know what came over me. It s okay. No it s not! I feel just terrible. It s already forgotten. Yeah right. Will you come back after lunch? We still have a lot more studying to do for that Physics test. You re better at it than I am and I really need your help. Well okay… Thank you thank you thank you! You ve always been my best friend. See you around 1:00? Sure. I put down the phone and stood there amazed by what Kathryn had said. In all the years we d known each other she d never once said that I was better than her at anything academic. It wasn t true either. She was every bit as good at physics as I was better probably. Kathryn was sitting on her back steps when I came through the hedge. Her face brightened as soon as she saw me. I stopped and looked at her differently than I ever had. I tried to really SEE her for the first time. She still had those same big eyes amplified by the thickness of her glasses but her hair (combed out that day) was dark brown and lustrous in the sun framing her oval face beautifully making her look a bit like one of those Madonnas you see in old religious paintings. In her typical long dress sitting up quite straight with hands clasped tightly in her lap Kathryn could have been someone in a picture from a hundred years ago. Still my friend? she asked tentatively. I nodded. Yup. For always. She stood and smoothed her dress. Then let s get to work. The house was quiet as we walked through to get to the basement stairs. Are your folks out? Yes Kathryn answered over her shoulder as she started down the stairs. They ve gone to get Melanie from college. Won t be back until tomorrow afternoon. As we settled down to go over our lab notes something was different. For the first time in my life I was thinking of my best friend as a female. She was at the opposite end of the old sofa knees making a tent under her dress a pose I d seen her use a thousand times before. Now I found myself wondering what was under that dress. From what I could tell Kathryn was having trouble with her concentration too. Normally she would be flipping back and forth through her lab notes collating facts and results and writing them down in an orderly fashion in her studying notebook but right then she d been on the same sparse page for more than 10 minutes eyes seemingly boring holes in the paper. I could feel her stealing glances at me whenever I was looking down at my notes because I was doing the same. Finally we both looked up at the same time. What? she asked with a blush creeping over her cheeks. I almost chickened out and said Nothing but didn t. It was a fateful step. Why did you ask me that question this morning? Kathryn s blush deepened. I told you it just kind of slipped out. Yes but what were you thinking? It had to have been in your brain in the first place. My friend stared at me for a good minute before speaking. You have to swear that you ll never tell anyone! Tell them what? What I m about to tell you of course! Swear it! I rolled my eyes. Have I ever told anyone anything you d told me in confidence? This is different way different. Okay I swear I ll never tell anyone I said raising my left hand and putting my right over my heart. It was enough to break the tension a bit and Kathryn didn t look quite as much like a deer caught in the headlights. This is so embarrassing… You can t just leave off now. You started. Now you have to finish. She took a deep breath. It was last Christmas. You remember that Melanie brought her boyfriend home for the holidays? I sure did remember the over superior Jason who treated me like some miniscule speck barely worthy of his notice. I d always liked Mel but I couldn t see what she saw in this self-absorbed twerp. Yeah I remember him. One evening my folks were out at a party and I d gone up to bed early. I woke up around midnight hearing some strange sounds coming from the living room. It sounded as if someone was being hurt. Creeping out of my room I laid down at the top of the stairs and peered into the living room like Mel and I had done when we were kids and my parents were having a party. I was hardly breathing and was imagining all sorts of directions Kathryn s story could go. Mel was sitting next to Jason with her head on his shoulder. Her blouse was open and her jeans were down and his hand was between her um legs. His pants were also open and his…his penis was out. She was rubbing it up and down and both of them were moaning. What happened next? I got scared that they d see me so I slowly moved back and tiptoed back to my room. I d had a quick peek at a naturist s magazine once. One of the guys on the ball team had swiped it from his parents. The one photo of a naked woman I d seen had been my only experience viewing a nude female. Girly magazines were hard to come by in our small town and never showed more than tits and asses. That one image had charged my thoughts a lot since then though. So why did you ask me if I masturbate? Now Kathryn really blushed not just her face but her throat and what I could see of her chest also. She got up quickly and asked if I wanted a cold pop. I told her sure and she scurried upstairs as fast as I d cut out that morning. It certainly took her a long time to open two bottles of Coke! After she returned we sat there and drank Kathryn averting her eyes and me dying to find out what her answer was going to be — if she could work up the courage to tell me. Finally she looked up and I could see from the firm set of her mouth that she d decided. Remember you swore you d never tell! Absolutely. My lips are completely sealed! Because if you ever tell anyone I ll absolutely die! You know how fast these things get around school. Kathryn you know me better than that. Now what is so terrible that you re just about to faint? That was a lot of bravado on my part because the tension in that basement was so thick you could almost see it. Okay…When I got back to my room everything was churning in my brain. I d sometimes wondered what a male penis looked like when it was you know excited. I saw my dad once when he hadn t shut the bedroom door completely. It sure didn t look like what Jason had! So what happened? I was also pretty amazed at the way Mel was squirming around with Jason s hand between her legs. So I um began exploring a bit. I d never really touched myself down there. I found a spot and…and… And what? Kathryn colored wildly again and looked down. I made myself orgasm she said in almost a whisper. Here s where I blew it again. Women can do that? I blurted out amazed. Yes I d heard some of the locker room talk. There were always guys who claimed they d done it but most of the information I d overheard dealt with what happened to the guys. I knew how female plumbing worked — we d gotten that in school — but I had no clear idea about the fine points of female anatomy. The only thing I d ever seen was this bush of hair between the legs of that woman in the naturist magazine. Kathryn s eyes got big. You didn t know that? I thought you d know a lot more than me! If it had been anyone else I might have tried to lie about what I knew. But this was my oldest and closest friend. I couldn t lie to her. I guess not. That seemed to put Kathryn much more at ease. She took another swallow of her Coke and sized me up. So I ve told you that I ve masturbated. Have you? I d been doing it ever since I d turned 14. I d always found touching myself pleasurable when I showered. One day I d done it a bit too long and was rewarded by ropes of cum all over the shower stall. I didn t know what it was but I was hooked. Overhearing two guys talk while taking the school bus home filled in the details that I was missing. Ever since then I made myself cum whenever I took a shower and occasionally while lying in bed. Hand cream was the best for that. So I girded my loins and nodded. Yes I have. Kathryn s next question shot out with no hesitation. How many times? I ve ah lost count. Cool… Do you do it every day? Do you? Kathryn s eyes got big. Um…yes. Ever since that first time. I do it whenever I shower. I m sure that most of you are rolling your eyes at this exchange but we were two VERY naive kids and for us to talk like this was really thrilling in the true sense of the word. That day when she asked me that question in her basement Kathryn and I crossed a very wide gulf and took our first real steps to adulthood. Once the ice had been broken our normal natures took over and we talked further but more on an intellectual bent. It probably sounded rather scientific. Kathryn with her newfound discovery of self-pleasuring had done what I would have expected: she set out to learn everything she could. That hadn t been easy. Our town was definitely outwardly repressive on matters of human sexuality. The head librarian Mrs. MacAllister kept any books dealing with the subject right behind her desk. If you wanted one you had to ask her directly. You can imagine how intimidating that would be to a high school kid. Hell even adults would find it intimidating. But Kathryn had this sneaky side. She weaseled her way out of taking Phys Ed and she set out to get a look at those books. Volunteering at the library had taken care of that. No one liked to work Friday nights and Saturday morning was about as popular. It was a simple matter to slip one of the books out last thing at night and return it to the shelf first thing next morning. I learned a lot. They have a really neat book by a man named Kinsey. He s studied sex all his life. Some of the things in that book would turn your hair grey! Like what? Like women who want to have sex all the time. It s like they re addicted to it. They re called nymphomaniacs. There are all kinds of perverted things that people do too. I d like to see that book. I m not scheduled to volunteer until next week but I guess I could do it. Kathryn suddenly got serious. I m glad that you re willing to talk to me about this. I ve been dying to talk to someone but there s nobody else but you. It s not like I could talk to my mom about this and Mel well let s just say she s too caught up with herself and Jason right now. Do you think they ve ever done it ? You mean intercourse? I wouldn t be surprised. I ve certainly heard them doing something in her bedroom a few times when mom and dad have been out. Afterwards she s looked all flushed and Jason looked a bit guilty. I ll bet they ve been doing it. It was getting close to dinner time and I had to be going. We both got up and looked at each other awkwardly. Would you come back tonight and talk a bit more? Kathryn asked. Yeah. All right. If you want to. My heart was fluttering because I was finding this really exciting. I d never talked to anyone about sex especially someone who actually knew something ESPECIALLY a girl. At the back door Kathryn softly said I ll be waiting for you then leaned forward and kissed my cheek. I remember thinking all through dinner that my best friend had actually kissed me. My dad asked if I was okay and I told him that I was just going over some study questions in my head. If I wanted that scholarship than I had to do well! Both my parents smiled at me little suspecting that what I was actually thinking about was Kathryn masturbating. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=- We were much more at ease that evening. Funny how much things can change in less than 12 hours. We again sat in the basement at opposite ends of the sofa. Kathryn had made brownies. She told me all sorts of things that had been in the Kinsey book and several other. She sure seemed to know a lot about sex — at least all the scientific terms. I have a really really big favor to ask you Kathryn said after we d been talking about two hours. I noticed that her face was really flushed again and her breathing seemed fast. It s a really big favor. What? Would you…would you show me your um penis? She was being more careful this time and had waited until I d swallowed the last bite of a brownie and taken a swig of milk because if she hadn t I probably would have choked to death. I finally found my voice. You really want me to do that? Kathryn nodded. I really want to see it. Why? Why do you think? I m curious. I haven t seen one except that once and now I know a lot more about it. This is weird! No it isn t. It s like a doctor examining you. Your doctor s seen your penis hasn t he? Well yeah but he s not a girl. Kathryn giggled. I m glad you noticed. Now will you do it? You won t tell anyone? Now she laughed out loud. I swear! And she crossed her heart and held up her left hand just as I had earlier. It was a pretty scary proposition. I took very quick showers in gym or after ball practices and usually after most people had already left. I must have changed into a bathing suit in front of my brothers a few times and I d seen my dad naked a few times but to stand up in front of Kathryn and drop my drawers was a huge step. Before that morning I d hardly even noticed that she was a female! I wanted to do it and I didn t want to do it. I knew that we were taking an irrevocable step if I did. Up until that point we had just been two friends talking about a taboo subject. It was all very naughty and thrilling. Showing Kathryn my penis was nothing of the sort. Frankly I was scared shitless. She saw that bless her. Would it help you if I um… Kathryn s eyes got huge. …if I took off my clothes? We were both frozen as the reality of what we were about to do sank in. You re sure your parents won t come home unexpectedly? I asked. She shook her head. No they called around 6:00 that they d arrived safely and were about to take Melanie and Jason out to dinner. Even if they jumped in the car right after they called and drove like mad they couldn t get home before midnight at the earliest. Well all right. But you have to do it too. No chickening out! We ll both do it at once okay? That way neither of us can cheat. In retrospect we must have looked pretty stupid because we both turned our backs. My cock was already very hard went it sprang free from my underwear and I hoped Kathryn wouldn t be too taken aback by my obvious excitement. Since she hadn t had anything on her feet she was already standing there awkwardly when I finally turned around. One arm was over her breasts and the other hand over her genitals. Her eyes immediately dropped down to my erection. We were standing about 5 feet apart at that point and remained there for quite some time each of us unsure of what was going to happen next. You look pretty excited Robert Kathryn finally said with a grin. Well I ve ah never been naked in front of a woman before. Her eyes sparkled at my words. You think of me as a woman then? Well yeah. My eyes travelled down her slender body drinking in every curve making my cock even harder — if that s possible. You re very pretty. Funny thing is I hadn t seen my friend in anything but a dress for at least 5 years. We used to use the town swimming pool when we were younger even though it meant we d have to brave all the idiots who d dunk us shun us and generally be mean. About the time she d gotten out of going to Phys Ed Kathryn also stopped going to the pool no matter how hot it got. You really think I m pretty? She casually dropped her hands to her sides. Truth was she was a little on the skinny side and her breasts weren t all that big but her body looked graceful and very pleasing. Seemed she d been hiding a lot under those long dresses. Down between her legs there really wasn t as much hair as I was expecting so I got my first glimpse of a woman s pussy. I thought there d just be a hole or something so I wasn t prepared for the slit or the fact that in her excitement (I found out later) the lips had gotten red and rather swollen. Her nipples were also quite hard. What should we do now? I asked. Kathryn s blush deepened. Can I you know touch it? Okay. She padded forward and stood in front of me awkwardly. Reaching out her hand tentatively she touched the tip of my penis making it bob a bit. Does that feel good? Not really. I usually put my hand around it. She reached out a bit further and her fingers closed around my shaft. I had to remind myself to breathe. Both of us were trembling. Like this? Yeah. And that feels good? Oh yes… Having someone else touch me there was a revelation. Kathryn s hand was cool as her fingers squeezed a bit and pulled on me. Mel was running her hand up and down Jason s penis. He seemed to really like that. It would feel pretty good but you need some sort of lubricant otherwise it gets sore pretty quickly. I have some hand cream in my room. I ll go get it! Kathryn bounced upstairs leaving me standing in the middle of the basement with a throbbing hard-on and a whole lot of confusion in my brain. Because of my small town upbringing I knew that what we were doing was wrong. Kathryn probably felt the same way but somehow things had taken on a life of their own. There were also just so many issues past just feeling guilty because we were doing something wrong . Surprisingly from what I could see my friend didn t have this problem. My erection was starting to subside when she came back downstairs triumphantly holding a bottle of hand lotion. Now show me what to do. Kathryn do you really think we should be doing this? A puzzled expression appeared on her face. Don t you want to? Well sure but… Are you afraid we re going to get caught? I told you my parents– It s not that. It s…you know… Wrong? Yes. I m having trouble figuring out what s gotten into you. She had a wry expression as she answered. A few months ago I would have been catatonic at the thought of standing here naked in front of you. What s changed? I guess I ve gotten very curious about well sex. All that reading you know… So you re thinking of this like scientific research? She nodded. Sort of. I bet you ve thought of something like this too. Admit it! Yeah… I m well aware that you have a crush on Laura Brannigan. Just what are you thinking about when you masturbate — or should I say who? she teased then went over to the sofa and sat down curling her legs beneath her. Robert I want to find out what sex is really like and it s not as if I know any other boys I could ask. Are you saying what I think you are? Now she looked a little unsure. I don t really know about that yet. Up till now I ve only been interested in seeing a man s penis up close. You may not believe it but it s taken me a long time to work up the guts to ask you to do this. Why don t we just start slowly? Looking down at her body I smiled. Most of the guys in school would be lined up for a piece of Kathryn if they knew what she was hiding under her dresses. She was offering me something that I d been dreaming of for years. I d be a fool to say no. With a beautiful naked girl in front of me (regardless of who it actually was) my libido had also started to take over and my erection began to assert itself again. Kathryn noticed immediately and giggled pointing at my cock. I think that means yes doesn t it? Before I could begin to have second thoughts she squeezed out some lotion on her left hand and got up. Standing slightly to the side of me she put her hand around my cock and slid it up and down once. I thought I was going to squirt right then and there. Kathryn put her head on my shoulder and her other arm around me. You ll have to tell me how to do this. What you re doing feels pretty darn amazing I gasped as she gripped harder. I read that the glans is the most sensitive part. What does this feel like? With that she rolled her hand up over the head of my cock and then back down to the bottom. I thought the top of my head was going to blow off. Three more times she did this with equally devastating effects. I was getting very close now. You re trembling Robert. So are you. This is pretty…exciting. I reached out and put my hand on her breast. The nipple felt like it could bore right through my palm. Kathryn sighed. That feels VERY nice… I wanted to do more now that I was touching her but the crisis was upon me. If you don t stop now I m going to finish! She turned a bit more towards me and kissed my chest. That s what I was hoping. Everything she was doing felt so incredibly marvelous. I d done the exact same things myself but somehow with another hand on my cock every sensation was magnified. Finally with my legs starting to wobble everything rushed forward and with a deep groan I began to shoot rope after rope of semen some it landing a good three feet away. Kathryn was practically holding me up by the end. I d had some good orgasms in my time but nothing had ever been like that. Are you okay? she finally asked. I think I d like to sit down for a moment. While I moved to the sofa Kathryn went over to investigate what her ministrations had caused. There s an awful lot of it. She bent down closer. Is it always that intense? I was feeling less lightheaded. And I also surprised myself by not feeling a wave of guilt wash over me for what we d just done. Her very nice rear end right in front of me did a lot to head that off. Remarkably I felt my cock twitch again. Kathryn sat down next to me. So tell me: how did that feel? I started to laugh. You sound like a doctor! Well this is a scientific experiment after all. Obviously it felt really great. She rolled her eyes. I could see that! I want to know if it felt any different than when you do it? It was way more intense. That could have been because of the situation you know extra excitement and all. I thought for a moment. There was that for sure. But having all the sensation coming from only my um penis not getting any sensations from my hand made it feel really different. You also did that thing with the palm of your hand andÑ Kathryn surprised me when she reached out grasped my stiffening cock and rolled the head in her palm again. Like this? I couldn t stifle another groan. It was a very surreal experience to be sitting there with my naked friend who d just jerked me off (both of us never having done anything even remotely like this before) and to be talking as if we d just done a physics experiment in school. It wouldn t have surprised me if Kathryn had started taking notes. Are you still okay with this? she asked. I nodded. Would you like to kiss me? Another experiment? No I d just like you to kiss me. No one s ever done it before. I don t know what she thought of it but my first kiss was definitely something I ll always remember. Kathryn s lips were very soft and pliant and her breath had the sweetness of honey. Having seen Hollywood movies I knew enough not to just plant my lips and sit there motionless. She was holding her breath and beginning to tremble again. I knew then that this was very important for her. I must have done okay because Kathryn sighed as I pulled away. That was very nice. My answer was to take her glasses off turn slightly towards her and pull her close then kiss her several more times not just on her mouth but on her cheeks throat and neck. So what does the doctor think now? I asked a few minutes later. She smoothed back my hair and smiled warmly. The doctor thinks she likes this experiment very much. I looked at the mess I d made on the floor. We d better clean that up before it dries. My hand is all sticky too. Just a minute. Kathryn went into the laundry room the water ran and she came out with a wet rag and a towel. The towel she handed to me so I could wipe myself off. Then I watched as she knelt down to wipe the carpet. I marvelled how different she looked without clothes. Every movement became important and I loved the way I could see her muscles tighten and relax the way her breasts moved really everything about her. After returning from the laundry room she stood in front of me. Robert would you um do me now? What do you mean? I want you to make me have an orgasm. I was suddenly petrified. I had NO idea how to do that. My knowledge of women was very very incomplete at that time. Perhaps I could put her off until I could find out what the heck to do. Could we maybe do that some other time? I thought she might start crying something I d seldom seen her do since we got past nine. Actually over the years through all the taunts and worse she d been amazingly stoic. Don t you want to? I um I um… Now a tear did trickle down her cheek and I instantly felt wretched. Kathryn had taken a horrible chance opening up this subject — even with me her best friend. She d always been rejected by her peers because they knew she was gawky and a bit socially awkward. She d been traumatized enough by her treatment in Phys Ed. (something she would never talk about) to lie her way out of it. Ever since she d gone to great lengths to keep her body covered. What must she have been thinking of me? I got up and wrapped my arms around her. She immediately stiffened and didn t reciprocate with her arms. I took a deep breath and said The only reason I hesitated just now is because…I don t know how. Instantly her arms gripped me tightly and I heard her whisper against my chest I ll show you. We spent more minutes kissing and I decided in about 10 seconds that doing it that way with Kathryn s body plastered against mine her nipples pressing into my chest and her pelvis gently thrusting against my leg was better than anything I d ever experienced. Eventually she pulled away from me. Are you ready? Just a sec. Let me get the hand cream. Kathryn giggled. I don t think you ll be needing that! Having forgotten my fear of not knowing anything I asked Why not? Girls make their own lubrication. And with that she took my hand and put it over her genitals. It didn t take long for me to find her slit and it was indeed drenched with a wonderfully slick liquid. I was also instantly aware of a smell pungent and musky the first time I d ever experienced the odor of a sexually excited woman. It s still my favorite perfume. There s a little bump down there. Feel it? You mean this? Mmmm yes. That s my clitoris. Gently! Just rub lightly around that and you ll make me cum. Cum? Have an orgasm. Cumming is sort of a dirty word. I like to think of it that way. It makes me feel deliciously naughty. Oh Robby keep doing that. If feels SO good! I almost stopped in shock. Kathryn had NEVER before used the shortened version of my name. The intimacy of it made me aware that we d stopped being friends. We were lovers now. Kathryn was my lover. I thought my heart would burst with happiness. Over the next few minutes I rolled my middle finger around her clit (another new word!) occasionally dropping down to the opening of her vagina which was producing so much lubricant that it was actually dripping. The smell coiling around us was incredible. Kathryn reached down and gripped my stiff cock hard. I m very close now she whispered. Just keep doing that. Both of us were trembling again. Her hip molded against mine as my free arm circled her shoulders. Bending her legs a bit she pressed herself harder against my hand as her hips began moving. Oh yes oh yes! That s so good… Oh…oh…OHHHHHHHH… First she stiffened every fiber of her body quivering as her hips madly ground against my hand and her juices gushed out then she went completely limp and I was sure she d fainted. As I lifted her into my arms she began mumbling So good…so good… Kissing the sweat from her forehead it was then that I realized I d fallen in love.