Wow, Just Wow

Wow indeed.

Okay, that's all.

Only kidding. I'm just a little taken aback by yesterday. A little breathless, shall we say. A little... out of it.

Can you guess why? Go on, I bet you can't. Try it. I'm happy about it, but it's something I never would have expected either.

Okay, enough suspense. Since it was MLK Day yesterday, all the schools had off. And I just happened to have off too, not because of public holidays (we don't celebrate them in the theatre) but by coincidence. So I made plans to meet with James and Sveta (his other girl, in case you've lost track of my fanciful names) to talk about all the stuff I was talking about last post. We met at my house because we could have some privacy to talk things out there. I made sure that my parents would be out of the way.

They came separately, which I didn't take to be a good sign. Me, I would have wanted to be picked up and brought to a meeting like this, or at least talk it over beforehand, or something. James showed up first, and the sight of me gave him a hardon but I had to tell him, "Down boy, not today." I wasn't even wearing anything flashy, just blouse and jeans, the kind of thing I like to meet people in.

Then Sveta showed up, and my God, if I'd had a penis, it would have gotten hard. She's cute as a button, mousy-brown hair with looks perpetually disheveled or she was just disheveled that day, petite figure with height to match (as opposed to yours truly), such a cute little face, but breasts that made my mouth water, must have been at least a D cup and on her frame they looked even larger. She was wearing a sweater and a long dress, very bookish, very cute. I moistened my panties a little looking at her, but I tried not to show it, just introduced myself.

We took a while to get around to the actual reason for the visit, talked about some random crap like you do with people who aren't comfortable. I got drinks (non-alcoholic) for everyone and made sure that Mom and Dad were both actually out of the house and not sneaking back in to spy.

When we finally wound around to the subject at hand, I could tell that both James and Sveta were shy about it (although he's not shy when he's alone with me) so I had to do most of the talking. I basically spelled out what I've been trying to spell out for a while now, about how it's not really appropriate for Sveta to have to share James with me and how I felt it would be better for everyone if the two of them saw each other exclusively. It was pretty tame to begin with.

Then Sveta floored me when she said she wasn't sure if that was wise, that she wasn't sure she could give James what I give him. I didn't really know just how explicit the information she had was, but apparently James told her pretty much everything, at least as far as the fact that he and I were regularly having sex, and probably what kind of sex and how often. James looked a little like he was afraid we would both cut him off and he'd never get sex again, and I sensed that and said that it would be good for James to have to work for it, that I was sure he would be a fantastic lover for Sveta too. She looked uncomfortable at that.

Then we got into the nitty gritty, which is that Sveta is terrified of sex. She's not an abuse victim, but she's both afraid that it will hurt her somehow and that she won't be any good. See what happens when you raise kids without telling them about sex? She's a beautiful girl, very attractive, and she's well past the age where this should be an issue. But I felt really guilty, because I think the fact that James fucks me was terribly intimidating for poor Sveta, on top of whatever insecurities she already had.

So I had to give her a talk. I just had to. All the stuff I believe about sex (well, leaving out the incest stuff because it seemed like that might be a bit much for the moment) and how I love it and it's not painful or hurtful as long as you're reasonably careful, and how popping your cherry with someone you care about is really beautiful and all that stuff that I won't bore you with. She was reasonably well-informed on the basics, but I think anal freaked her out (shame on James for telling her that) and I think maybe she thought that he would want to do that with her. I reassured her that she didn't have to but that she might really enjoy it. She was practically in tears. I felt really bad for her, and I hope James felt a little like a heel, because he needed a bit of putting in his place.

I comforted and we talked and James finally began chiming in about how he was really sorry and how he thought she was beautiful too and how he would wait as long as she wanted. We got fairly personal: I asked her if she masturbated, and she shyly said yes, and I told her that sex was like that only better. That perked her up a little; I don't know why, but I think she had this idea that sex was big and serious and totally removed from simple pleasure and orgasm. Like I said, nurture issues there. I'd hate to meet her parents. Or maybe not; I don't know, they could be just fine. Anyway...

She still was pretty freaked out, and I think once the fears about sex being terribly serious faded a little, the insecurities about being able to please James after he'd had me took the forefront. And I felt like a heel, deservedly so. I don't understand how I could have done this; it wasn't a good idea at all, sleeping with James so often, letting him do basically whatever he wanted. I think it's left-over spoiling from my brother; the women in the family spoiled Mike rotten.

And then Sveta asked if she could ask me something in private. James was pretty resistant to that; I think he thought we were going to gossip about him or something. Probably a safe fear. But finally we coaxed him out of the room, girl-time only. And the other shoe dropped, which was the first real surprise of the day (finding out that James told Sveta particulars was a shock, but it wasn't completely unexpected). Sveta asked me if I would show her what to do.

What was I supposed to say to that? "No, learn your own damn self?" I'd already taught James. I stammered for a moment and she blushed and I was afraid she was going to curl into a little embarrassed ball and disappear. So I asked her how she meant. I didn't expect her to want to do any girl-on-girl stuff; I figured she wanted pointers on pleasing her man, or something Cosmo like that. But she said she wanted to watch.

When I pulled my jaw up off the floor long enough to reassure her that I wasn't judging her, that she shouldn't be embarrassed to ask, all that stuff, I did have to ask her whether she wouldn't rather just borrow a porno or something. She said she wasn't interested in fake sex; she wanted the real thing, and she wanted to see what James would do so she wouldn't be scared. And I guess it started to make sense to me. After all, how did my parents teach the kids about sex? They let us watch them. It's totally different from porn, real, loving, safe... all the things Sveta needed to see. I just still couldn't really believe it. I mean, it seemed out there to me.

I said I wasn't sure that was a good idea, and that it wouldn't be a good idea to do it without James knowing. He should be part of the decision. So after I reassured her that I wasn't mad or anything and I doubted James would be either (after all, he's the one fucking me on the side and then telling her about it, so even if he was going to be mad about it, I would talk him into it if I saw fit because he had to make this right, and so did I), we called James back in from the hallway (we were down in the basement, like always).

He seemed more nervous about performing for an audience than anything else. He hemmed and hawed and finally we both sort of made up our minds simultaneously and said we would do it for Sveta. I was trapped in, "I can't believe this is happening," Land, but it was happening, and I have no problem taking my clothes off for an audience, so I stood up and started unbuttoning my blouse. I got down to the underwear (very sensible and boring because I hadn't expected anything like this) before James even started fumbling with his shirt. "James," I said, "you have to show Sveta how good a lover you are. She deserves the best, better than I do." Sveta blushed at at and smiled a little. I was making headway. "So you've got to take me. Be strong, be brave. She's not judging you, and neither am I. But you've got to be the man. Be in control. Sveta will need that when the time comes."

I was trying to buck him up a little, because there's nothing I wanted less than to have him do poorly in front of Sveta. "Act like she's not even there for right now," I said. I think that was more than I could ask, but I asked it anyway. I figured once he got into it he'd lose track of his surroundings.

He managed to strip down to his tighty-whiteys shyly, and we were still basically on opposite ends of the country. So I moved over toward him and put his arms around me and kissed him. He was a dead fish at first, but a little rubbing up against him warmed him up, and pretty soon he hand his hands stroking my tits inside the bra and his tongue in my mouth. He managed to get the bra off without a hitch, which I was impressed at, and then when it fell to the floor he switched his attention to my breasts. I could imagine him lavishing the same attention on Sveta's much plumper boobs and grew a little dewy in my panties. And then his fingers slipped down my back to my ass and gave the dew a stir.

I was naked and he still had his underwear on, but he was going to town on my body on the floor. I looked back at Sveta and she looked flushed, a combination of excitement and embarrassment I think. She wasn't making any obvious moves, just watching James go to town on my body. "He's very good," I offered, although I guess I should have kept my mouth shut because most people don't chat while being felt up. But I wanted her to feel totally comfortable.

"I know," she said with a weak smile. "He loves to kiss me there too."

"I bet; you've got beautiful breasts." She blushed prettily. "But he's even better downstairs."

"I've never... I mean, I can't..." she faltered.

"It's okay, it's okay, you'll see how good he is," I said soothingly, then nudged James because my nipples were as hard as they were likely to get. I was trying to remember how my parents had shown the kids and do something similar, although she was much older than I had been and she knew the mechanics already, so it had to be a little different. James finally made his way down to my snatch, and I beckoned Sveta. "You can come closer and look if you want," I said. She shook her head quickly. I didn't push it.

Speaking of pushing it, when I felt a little O building I told Sveta so. She seemed a little surprised that James could make that happen (I hope for his sake that she's fairly orgasmic, like I am, or they might be disappointed later on), and when I started gasping in the throes of it, I think she was worried it was hurting me. I tried the best I could to reassure her.

Once James tasted orgasm on his tongue he wanted more, and I lay back and let him try. He can't keep me going as well as some, but that will come with time. He did give me another fairly shortly thereafter, and I was pleased to see the Sveta had moved a little closer to get a better look. In truth, being watched was making me very aroused all by itself, and the situation made it better. Finally I asked James if he wanted head, because I wanted Sveta to see that. Even if she couldn't fuck him right off, at least she could blow him. I think James didn't need any help, but he stood up and saw Sveta sitting closer and remembered what was going on and then he needed help after all.

I slowly pulled his underwear down to expose his cock at half-staff, and I could tell from Sveta's look that she had seen it before. They must have tried, or she's given him a handjob, or something. She didn't seem shocked by it, anyway. She even leaned in when I started sucking. I paused for a moment to reassure her that the taste was fine, that it wasn't disgusting at all, that James kept himself nice and clean, because too many girls think that sucking cock is horribly dirty and nasty. Again, if you've tried it and it's not your thing, that's fine, but if you're just afraid of it, give it a try, preferably with a clean guy, maybe in the shower. She didn't seem too phased by that, so I guess it wasn't an issue.

James came back to life in my mouth and I sucked him conservatively because I didn't want to intimidate Sveta. He knows better than to try to fuck a girl's mouth, and while he enjoys being throated, I'm sure he'll take to her lips and tongue just fine without anything fancy. And who knows, maybe she'll learn to suck cock like me. I don't think James wanted to explode in my mouth, but I wanted to prime his pump so he would last longer. He bucked a little when he came and I pulled him out of my mouth and let him spray on my face and tits, partially because I wanted her to see, partially because I wanted her to know that she didn't have to swallow.

She was fascinated by the cum, came close in to look at it, which freaked James out a little. I asked her if she had ever tasted it, and she said no, but when I scooped up a little on a finger and offered it to her, she gingerly licked it like she was expecting it to burn her tongue, but when it didn't she cleaned my finger. I offered her more but she shook her head, although she was smiling now and some of the fear had left her. I cleaned the rest off myself, not wanting it to go to waste, and swallowed it. She looked impressed at that, but I told her it was nothing, an acquired taste. She said she didn't think it was too bad, actually.

James was standing there the whole time with a deflated cock, looking very nervous. I sat him down on the couch and started kissing him again and we warmed up in a minute or so. He went back to sucking my tits and fingering my snatch and I told Sveta that part of what was great about him was that he didn't just cum and roll over and go to sleep. I was trying to put a positive spin on it, because the negative side was that she would be hard-pressed to wear him out, and to some women that's the only gauge of success.

Then she asked him if she could feel his cock, and he looked at me like I was going to get jealous. I gave him a nod and she moved in and started stroking his cock. I let him sit there like a stone for a while, then I nudged him and looked at my tits and pussy, and he took the hint. I think he was beginning to enjoy himself; after all, how many guys his age get to have what amounts to a threesome with two hot women?

Finally he got hard again and was starting to have trouble concentrating on anything but the increasingly energetic handjob he was getting, so I looked at Sveta and smiled and said I thought it was time for James to show off the best part of all. He wanted to take me from behind but I convinced him that Sveta needed to see the basic positions before anything else, so he laid me down on the floor with a pillow for my head and got between my legs. His mind was on fucking, which is where I wanted it, but I nodded to Sveta to come near my head so she could see him mount me. She looked increasingly spacey, arousal no doubt, which was also a good sign.

James penetrated me slowly and carefully, like it was our first time, and then he took my hips in his hands and started thrusting, slowly but surely. I wasn't in much danger of exploding, but it felt nice to have him inside me, and with Sveta watching, it was even sexier. She moved around to the rear to get a look at him pushing into my cunt. "See, it's not painful at all," I said to her.

"You're not a virgin," she said.

"It's really not a big deal. James will go slowly and make sure you're ready before he pops you, and then once it happens there will be a little pain but a lot of pleasure too." I found myself talking like James would be the one to pop her, which wasn't unreasonable but at the same time wasn't really fair.

"Once I almost popped it myself with my fingers, and it hurt a lot," she said with a worried look over James' shoulder.

"Well, I really think you won't hurt long," I said. "It's like jumping into cold water: for a moment it's really cold, but then you adjust." To be truthful, I was being a little positive here, because it does hurt more for some people, but I was trying to put a good spin on it and of course I was being fucked while I was talking, which put a different spin of its own on it.

I wrapped my legs around James and pulled him down to kiss me, and we fucked like that, with me looking into Sveta's face as she watched James furrow me. I think she wanted to touch something; her hands gripped the carpet. Maybe she wanted to finger herself; I don't know. I assumed at the time she wanted to do that, but maybe she wanted to touch his cock, feel it slick with pussy juices. Or maybe she wanted to touch my cunt, to make sure it felt like hers and wasn't special.

After a few minutes I whispered to James that I should ride him, and then told Sveta that I would show her that she could be in control too. We rolled without disengaging and I started bouncing on him, feeling his cock jut into my cunt pleasantly. Sveta came around and seemed captivated by my bouncing breasts, although I could imagine that hers would bounce even more prettily. I had my hands behind me and my back arched, and when James, good boy that he is, began diddling my clit, I cried out his name and exploded, a nice big O this time. Sveta wasn't even worried from what I could tell; she was fixated on the motion of our bodies together.

Somewhere in the middle of my orgasm, James stiffened and came inside me, and that brought me back to earth. When I stopped panting and writhing and he stopped gripping my buttocks and pulling them down to him, I explained that I was on the pill and wasn't worried about STDs, but that normally we would have used a condom. Sveta didn't seem particularly bothered by that. She asked if I would let her taste the cum. That's when I knew she had put aside the biggest problems and was ready to move on. So I was happy I had been able to reach her. Not typical therapy, but effective I think.

But wait, there's more. I need to break off right now, but I'll be back with the remainder in a bit.