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looked back down to where her hand rested on my leg.
    I leaned back in, grabbing and holding both her hands between us, and begun to kiss her.  Slowly at first, sliding my tongue across her lips and encouraging her to open her mouth for me.  She did, and I swept my tongue inside to taste her.  There wasn’t anything frantic about the sensation.  The buildup was strong but I desperately wanted to make this first time special for both of us.
    I couldn’t affo rd to take her to a fancy hotel and I couldn’t promise her mind blowing sex, because I had no experience with anything but my hand.  What I could give her was my heart.  I could show her I loved and respected her.  I could take this as slowly as I could manage and be as gentle as I could imagine she needed me to be.
    I leaned over her and began to gently lower her to the bed.  I propped myself alongside her, half perched across her body as I continued to softly and deeply kiss her.  My mouth was moving gently, carefully and slowly across her mouth, exploring her complete surrender; and her willingness to join with me in that moment.
    “Are you sure you want this.” I asked her softly, pulling away to look her in the eyes and gain permission.
    “Yes.”
    I had really no idea where to start.  I wanted to touch her everywhere, but I also wanted it to feel good for her.
    “Show me where to touch you.” I implored her softly as I began to unzip her jeans, having already unbuttoned them.
    She took my hand and shakily pushed it inside the front of her jeans and under her underpants.  Placing her hand over the top of mine, she pressed on my middle finger where the tip of it met a small nub of her flesh.
    “Here.” She indicated in a shaky voice.  However, she was still being more assertive than was usual for her.
    And then she pushed my hand further in , down and around, till I found my fingers between her legs, at the lubricated entrance to herself.
    I was breathing deeply, huffing out my breaths in a desperate effort to calm myself down. 
    I was touching her intimately and I knew I wanted nothing more in that moment than to make her cry out in pleasure because I had made it happen.  My penis was straining inside my jeans, but I chose to ignore it for now because I wanted to love her; I wanted to please her.
    She pushed my fingers into her soft flesh at her entrance, wetting them with her silky arousal .  With both of our hands down there, it was quite a tight area to be working in.  She then pulled my hand back to her little nub where we began this journey and began to apply pressure to my middle finger once again.  I could feel the lubrication making the movements of my finger effortless; gliding across her point of pleasure.
    “Okay.” I said, beginning to move independently of her tutoring and thus forcing her to remove her hand, which she then brought to my face and pulled me towards hers.  I could smell her scent on her fingers cupping my face as we softly and delicately explored each other’s mouths once more.  I was surprised to find that it made me feel aggressive and desperate for her.  It meant I had to work harder on remaining in control of myself.  It was intoxicating.
    When I felt the need to gather more lubrication, I would move my hand around to her entrance and push into the slick folds there, before returning to that tiny nub of flesh which I noted was getting harder and slightly larger as I gently pressed and rolled my finger across and around it.  I continued to kiss her mouth until she needed to breathe more effectively; and then I moved down her throat.  I noticed by this time she was moving her hips softly and in a slow rhythm against my hand, moaning quietly and setting my blood on fire.
    “Can I see your breasts?” I asked huskily against her neck.
    She nodded and began to undo the buttons of her blouse.  She then undid the clasp at the front of her bra and peeled the cups off of her slight but sweet breasts;