I shook my head.
Then he poked the tip of his tongue into my ear
and I squealed.
He held himself inches from my face. We were
both very silent. I'm not like Brenda. I thought. I'm
not. I want him to kiss me. I really do. I raised my lips
toward his. He didn't move and then he brought his to
mine.
"I'm a stumbling fool when it comes to this." he
said.
"So am I." I whispered, and he kissed me again.
I moved more to the left to make room for him on the
sofa. It occurred to me as he slid down beside me that
we were truly like two young teenagers making an
initial foray into the sexual jungle. A man his age
really should have more sophistication. I thought. He
wasn't lying to me about his inexperience and lack of
romantic involvement. Could I be the first girl he's
ever gone this far with?
He fingered the buttons on my blouse
awkwardly. Should I help him? I wondered, Would he
be embarrassed, insulted, and once again turn away
from me? I waited with my eyes closed until he finally had it all done. Then I let him lift me so he could take off my blouse and begin to fumble now with the fastener of my bra. It was easier and in moments, he had my breast cupped in his hand, his lips to my nipple. I moaned and sank back on the sofa. He started to undo the button of my jeans and gently pull them down. I felt his fingers move under the elastic of my panties and then I let him lift my legs to
slide my panties lower and lower.
"I do like you. April," he said. 'I do. I do." he
chanted. I heard him undoing his pants. I am going to
do this. I thought, almost solely to prove to myself I
wanted it as much as I was proving it to him and
letting him prove himself to me.
And then I turned slightly to my right and