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  "Terrified?" Sophia laughed softly. "Why?"

  "Because I'm completely inexperienced at this. I knew this day was coming, and part of me has been dreading it. I don't have a clue what I'm doing. I... I'm worried that I won't know what to do, how to do it, that I won't be able to make you happy. And saying this is very embarrassing."

  Sophia laughed again. "Silly boy. Just the fact that you are even worried about making me happy proves to me that I have nothing to worry about. Most guys couldn't give a shit. Warren, with or without this, I love you. I love you soooo much. That's why I knew I wanted to do this."

  Warren smirked at her. "That, plus you're horny."

  Sophia laughed. "There is that. Don't for a minute tell me you're not."

  "Well, if I wasn't before-which I was-I most certainly am now."

  "Look, Warren, you want to be a doctor, right?"

  "Yeah."

  "I'm sure you have a firm grasp on the anatomy."

  "Well, yeah, but..."

  "And, knowing you, you probably have a good idea on which specific parts of the anatomy that I might like you to explore a little bit, right?"

  "Yeah. But that's all abstract."

  "Time to practice in real life, then. Warren, I'm all yours. That's the bottom line. I'm yours, to do what you want with. And I know it'll be wonderful." She grabbed his head and pulled him in close, and kissed him. Then he whispered in his ear, "Romeo, my dear heart... just go on instinct." And kissed him again.

  They held the kiss, and Warren made a decision. He snaked his hand underneath the teddie, and let his fingers run all along Sophia's left breast. As the kiss got longer and deeper, Warren's hand was touching and prodding Sophia's breast and nipple. Warren moved his lips from Sophia and lightly kissed her neck, while he continued his ministrations on her breast.

  His free hand reached down and pulled the teddie up, and Sophia helped him get it over her head and off. He kissed down from her neck, down her chest, and started gently nibbling on her right breast while his hand continued on her left.

  Sophia's breathing got more and more labored. The blush on her face, readily apparent because she had a very pale complexion, spread down to her chest. And Warren kept gently sucking, nibbling, and touching.

  Her breasts had never, ever, gotten this much attention.

  "My God," she said softly in a low voice, "I could get really, really used to this."

  "I'm doing OK, then?"

  "Look at me. You have to ask? Shit, you've been at this for twenty minutes. I'm used to being done in twenty minutes. Wham, bam, thank-you-ma'am. No, dear heart, this is heavenly."

  "I'm not going too slow, am I?"

  "I am not complaining. Oh God am I not complaining. My boobs are on fire right now. You just keep doing what you're doing. I told you-go on instinct."

  He did. He continued his magic with his lips on her breast, but she noticed his hand gently slipping down her stomach and over her hip. And then under her panties. She quickly reached down and threw them off, provoking a giggle from Warren. He slipped his hand in between her legs.

  Slow. Oh, he was deliciously slow, thought Sophia. He was still paying attention to her breasts, but his other hand was gently tracing and slipping around her pussy lips. Sophia could not believe how good this was. She was sopping wet. Then he slipped two fingers in-still slowly, still gently-and snaked them into her dripping pussy. And then he curled them, and hit her g-spot dead on.

  Sophia gasped, sharply. Warren chuckled and said, "Got it right, I'd take it?" All Sophia could muster for a reply was a long "Ooooooooooohhhhhh". Warren continued massaging her pussy, and then took his thumb and started rubbing her clit.

  Sophia jumped. "Ayeeeeeeeeeee!" Warren started his fingers in and out, slowly, gently, making sure to keep her clit underneath his thumb. Sophia's breathing grew more and more labored. The labored breaths turned to groans, which in turn changed to strangled little yelps. And they gave way to a low, keening wail:

  "OhGoddon'tstopdon'tstoppleasepleasepleasedon'tstopdon'tstopohGodohGoddon'tstopdon'tstop..."

  Warren didn't stop.

  Sophia's wails became sharper, and higher, and then-she threw her head back into the pillow, arched her back, ground her pussy into Warren's hand... and SCREAMED.

  And kept screaming, for a good twenty seconds, while her pussy spasmed violently around Warren's fingers. She finally stopped screaming, and fell back on the bed, desperately gasping for breath. Warren withdrew his hand, and lied down beside her. He had nicknamed her Wild Woman some time ago, before they fell in love, in reference to her crazy lifestyle. As he looked at his flushed, gasping, glowing girlfriend, he found a whole new meaning for the name.

  "Oh my God in heaven," Sophia finally gasped. "What did you do to me?"

  "You like?" he teased.

  "Warren. Oh my God, Warren. I came."

  "Yeah, I figured that, considering you shattered three windows and damn nearly broke my two fingers."

  "Warren. You don't understand." A pause, and then more softly, "That was the first time."

  "Excuse me?"

  "The first time I ever came. Well, with another person in the bed, anyway"

  "You're joking."

  "Nope. You just gave your vastly more experienced girlfriend her very first non-self-induced orgasm. And this one beat any of those all to hell."

  "Wow."

  "Wow, my dear Romeo, is the understatement of the century. How... what... I mean, how did you do that? How did you learn to do that? You sure you've never done that before?"

  "No, I've never done that before. And you guessed right, before-anatomy textbooks."

  "That's the where, not the how."

  "Actually, there's something you don't know about me."

  "What?" Sophia asked warily.

  "I'm a musician. I sing."

  "OK." Sophia said, confused.

  "I also play guitar, and a little piano."

  "OK."

  "I'm a good guitar player. Good dexterity, nice touch-just all around good hands."

  "Ah," Sophia said with a smile, getting it now.

  "So, I figured-G string, G spot, what's the difference?"

  Sophia laughed. "Whatever, it worked. Oh BOY did it work."

  "That was really the first one?"

  "Yeah," Sophia smiled sweetly. "If you had stopped, I would have strangled you."

  "How could I stop? You were wailing 'don'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstop' at me."

  "My goodness, was I saying that out loud?"

  "You sure were."

  "I'm very glad you listen to your girlfriend."

  "Well you threw in a bit of 'pleasepleaseplease' in there, too. So you were polite about it."

  They both laughed, and then Sophia sat up and looked at Warren in mock exasperation. "And look at you, now! I'm all ready to pay you back, and you've got entirely too many clothes on!" Warren laughed and reached for his pants. "No, darling, you get the shirt. I will take care of what's in here." She unhooked the button, unzipped his pants, and pulled them down. Then she quickly discarded his boxers-and Warren sprung to attention.

  "Wow. Warren, you're big."

  "Am I?"

  "Oh, yeah. I definitely like this. Payback time," she said.

  Whereupon Sophia proceeded to give Warren his first blowjob.

  After the blowjob, Warren's member needed a little rest, so he went down on Sophia. "First time for that, too," Sophia commented. "Lots of guys think it's gross."

  "I'm not lots of guys," Warren replied, and proceeded to lick, suck, and nibble the dumbstruck girl to her second orgasm.

  Warren climbed up beside her and held her against his chest while she caught her breath. "Oh my. You are magical. I can't believe this, I just can't believe this." Sophia closed her eyes, and then looked into his, with a little smirk on her face. "And you-you were worried about satisfying me. Little did you know."

  "I didn't know. It's all instinct."

  "Your instincts, dear heart, are gold
plated." She inched her face up to his, looked into his eyes, and said, "Warren Kelleher, I want you in me, and I want you in me right now."

  "Ah. This is the worrisome part."

  "Why? I'm on the pill, you know."

  "You mentioned that at one point. But that's not what I meant."

  "Hey. Follow your instincts. They've been just fine so far."

  "My instincts fail me."

  Sophia chuckled. "OK. You've done all the work so far, anyway. So I'm going to follow my instincts. OK?"

  "OK."

  "You aren't the type that always has to be in control in bed?"

  "Since this is my first time in bed, how would I know?" They both laughed. "Try me."

  "OK." Sophia swung her leg around and climbed on top of him so she was straddling him. "I've always wanted to try this." She lifted up, and lined the tip up with her opening. "I've never done it this way." She started to ease him in her, and then sank part way down. "Oh my. You are bigger than I'm used to. I'm going to have to get used to this." She stopped for a minute.

  Warren groaned softly. "You like?" Sophia asked. Warren nodded. "You don't mind, me taking over like this?"

  "No. Not at all."

  "Good" She sank all the way down, and groaned. "Oooooooh. Oh my,"

  Warren reached up, put his arms around her neck, and pulled her in. "Congratulations, dear heart of mine," Sophia whispered, "you're not a virgin anymore." Then she lifted up off of him, and brought herself back down.

  Fifteen minutes later, desperately close to another orgasm, Sophia realized something. In a breathy moan, she said to Warren, "Not... supposed... to last so long... on first time!"

  Warren, who was equally close, blurted out, "Blowjob took the edge off..."

  Sophia giggled, then plopped down hard on him. Her legs were almost completely gone, but it didn't matter-she came, magnificently, with another careening scream. Her spasming, buckling pussy was enough to bring Warren to his own orgasm.

  A long few minutes later, Sophia was curled up in Warren's arms, sprawled out on top of him. Warren had finally got his breath back, and he had quietly slipped out of Sophia. He was just holding her tight, lost in the moment.

  And then he realized something.

  She was crying.

  "Soph?"

  She just snuggled into him tighter.

  "Soph, are you OK?"

  "Oh, I'm more than OK," she sniffled.

  "Are you crying?"

  "Yeah. A little. This night has been a bit... overwhelming... and I suppose I lost it a little bit."

  "I thought I might have hurt you."

  "Oh, God, no. Just the opposite, dear heart. You should be very proud of yourself. Not many guys get to make their girlfriends scream and cry during sex. And in the same night, even."

  Warren laughed. "There's a song I like, by Dire Straits, very beautiful song. And one of the lines in it is, 'When we made love, you used to cry.'"

  Sophia giggled. "You'll have to play it for me sometime. What's it called?"

  Warren grinned broadly. "Romeo and Juliet."

  Sophia looked at him. "Really? Well that seems to be the theme of the day, doesn't it?"

  She fell silent for a second.

  Then she said, "Warren, do you regret this?"

  "What? No. Not even a little bit. Why?"

  "Well... now that it's over... I'm kind of feeling that I rushed you."

  "You did, a little. I would never have made this move, this early. But understand one thing; if I didn't want to be rushed, if I didn't agree with being rushed, you never would have been able to rush me."

  "OK. But... well... did you enjoy it?"

  "Oh you betcha. Are you kidding? I just don't scream as loudly as you do."

  They both laughed. Sophia said, "I must say, that I felt a little guilty. Never had an orgasm before, and then I end up having more than the guy I'm with!"

  "Don't sweat that. Wee Willie down there wouldn't be up for another go-round even if the rest of me were. Actually, I thoroughly enjoyed watching you get off. Good to know that I'm good at it."

  "Oh, dear heart, you are way more than merely 'good at it'. I feel thoroughly shattered." She paused. "You know what? It's a really, really good thing that I was madly in love with you before we ever did this."

  "Why?"

  "Because I might otherwise be tempted to convince myself I was in love with you, even if I weren't, just to get more of this!"

  "You know what? I might be a hopelessly inexperienced Prep Boy naif, but I know this-it wouldn't have been anywhere near this good if we weren't truly in love."

  Sophia thought about that one. "You don't think sex and love are different things?"

  "Yeah, they're different things. But if you keep them separate, neither is as good. That's what I think. Look, I didn't have sex tonight. I had sex with you. You've had other lovers. Tell me that didn't make a difference."

  "You might be right. Look, I know I love you. Sex doesn't change that, unless it makes it better. But I don't know if what happened to me was more because I love you, or more because you're just good."

  "You want to know a secret? The first time, with my fingers? Towards the end, my hand was just about to fall off. It still hurts. I have guitar muscles in my fingers-they're in a different position with what I was doing tonight. Different muscles. They were screaming at me."

  Sophia looked at him, wide eyed. "Why didn't you stop?"

  Warren smiled. "Because you were moaning, 'don'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstop'!" Sophia looked a little sheepish. Warren continued, "Heck, I might be inexperienced, but I'm not hopelessly clueless. I knew why that was coming out of your mouth. I knew you were close. And I was going to stop? Because of a little pain in my hand? No fucking way. But that wasn't just sex, or just good technique on my part, that was love. I didn't know, at the time, that it was your first-but I knew you were at the edge, and I wanted to see you go over it. Because I love you."

  "Oh."

  "And it was worth it. I will keep a picture in my mind, for as long as I live, of the look on your face when you came. I will treasure that for a long, long time. And that's love, too. And, I don't care how good I am-I don't think just good sex would have made you cry."

  And Sophia sank into Warren's arms and started crying again. Warren went on, "And you know what? Before we made love, when you offered to take over for me because I was apprehensive? That was love, too."

  Sophia looked up at him through her tears, and smiled. "You're right. Yes, I wanted you because I wanted you-but all I could think of was making this easier on this dear, sweet love of my life.And the crying, too. And now I can't stop crying."

  "Y'see? Sophia, I love you so much. I have never loved you more than I do right now."

  "I love you too, Warren."

  "Thank you for an absolutely perfect first time."

  Sophia looked at him, smiling. "Thank you for my first time. Sort of!"

  They stayed there, kissing and cuddling, for quite a long time.

  Chapter 12 - Does Your Mother Know

  Sophia bounded down the stairs early the next morning. Her mother sat in the kitchen, sipping a cup of coffee.

  "Hi Mom!" Sophia said cheerfully.

  "Why good morning, Soph. What are you doing up so early?"

  "Oh, yeah, that's right, I forgot to tell you. I'm skating again."

  "You are?"

  "Yeah," Sophia smiled broadly. "With Warren. I found out he used to be a competitive skater, too. In singles. He stopped competing because he never mastered the jumps, but still took lessons. He took me with him last week, and I suggested he try dance. So, we're going to take lessons and skate on Saturdays and see what happens. Just casual for now, but I missed skating, and skating with him is lots of fun. And he might not be much of a jumper, but his basic skating is very strong. We're well matched physically, not to mention emotionally"--her Mom smiled at that--"so we're going to give it a shot."

  Ellen Kovach was amazed. This was the long
est speech she had heard out of her oldest daughter in a long time. "Well, you seem to be happy with the decision. I think it's great."

  "I think it's great, too. And I'm just generally happy, lately. Anyhow, Warren will be here, soon. I'm going to go meet him. See you!" and she bounded out the door.

  Ellen Kovach watched her daughter bounce out the door. My oh my, she thought, Sophia was positively glowing this morning. And Ellen had an idea why.

  Sophia breezed back into the house shortly after one. "Hi, Mom! You had lunch yet? I'm gonna make grilled ham and cheese. You want one?"

  "Sure, honey, that would be nice." Ellen Kovach was amazed. "You want me to cook it?"

  "Nah, I got it."

  "How was skating?"

  "Great. It was only our second time together, so we're still trying to get basic steps down, but he's a very quick study," Sophia said. Ellen noticed a little gleam in her daughter's eye.

  There was a knock on the door. "Soph? You home?"

  "Come on in, Jess!" Jessie entered and took off her jacked. "You're just in time," Sophia continued. "Want some lunch? I'm doing grilled ham and cheese."

  "Sure. Hi, Mrs. Kovach."

  "Hi, Jessie."

  "What, Soph, you cookin' for everybody? When the hell did you become so freakin' domestic?"

  "Ah, 'snothin'. I was making for myself, so why not make for everyone?" Sophia hummed a snatch of some song or other. "It's no big deal."

  Jessie looked at Ellen. "What has gotten into her? My best friend is positively bubbly!"

  "I dunno, Jess. She's been like this all morning. She woke up like this, if you can believe that!"

  Jessie snorted, "It's this whole 'she's in luuuuuuuv' thing. It's positively disgusting, I tell ya."

  Ellen laughed. "Oh, I think it's more than that. She's been in luuuuuuv, as you put it, for a month now. Nope, this is different. In fact, I'd be willing to put money down that we are looking at a girl who had her first orgasm last night." And she winked at Jessie.

  Jessie's jaw hit the table.

  And Sophia's eyes widened, and she dropped the plate she had been carrying, shattering it into multiple pieces on the floor. "MOTHER!!!!!"

  "Oh, come on, Sophie, do you think I'm stupid? I know you're not a virgin. Do you think I bought that story you handed me last year--here, sign this, so I can go on the pill for "medical reasons"? Yeah, right. In fact, I'd be willing to wager that you've been having sex since... what was his name, Dork?"