Mark and Nia

Backstory

Mark is 18, orphaned at 8. Very shy, no experience with girls beyond kissing.

5' 11", 150 pounds. Skinny and gangly.

Grew up in a smallish Michigan town, 90% white.

Did well in school and on the SAT, won scholarship to a Detroit university. Student body still majority white, but more balanced than his high school.

Befriended by two black Senior coeds who undertook his sexual education; slowly, in a show-and-tell manner. "His girls," Candace and Keisha.

A Psychology grad student from a historically-black sorority is enlisted to continue it. Mark learned of this 4 days ago, and that there'll be an interview he must pass.

It's October 2005.

Try to remember yourself at 18 as you read on.

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About noon my cellphone rang, a local number I didn't recognize (it must be her!), "H-hello?"

"Hello, Mark. Rita Dominic at Zeta Phi." A sexy accent I couldn't place. There's an exchange student in my dorm from Ghana, and Rita's accent kind of sounded like his: British English as spoken by Africans; you see it on TV sometimes.

"Hello, Miss Dominic," I said, an octave deeper than normal, trying to sound more confident than I felt. (Because I felt like I could throw up, truth be told, so many butterflies in my stomach.)

"Are we still on for 4 o'clock?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good, I'll meet you in the café in the student union. Wear your Domino's uniform. And boxers."

"Yes, ma'am, I'll be there." She hung up without saying goodbye. What kind of woman is this? So sure of herself on the phone: not even asking if it was me, not making 4:00 an option, and directing me what to wear, down to my underwear! Expecting no complaint, then not even saying goodbye.

But the girls had set this up for me, and I didn't think they'd send me into a situation where I'd be hurt or ridiculed or anything. The direction of my nightmares the last three nights notwithstanding, I was eager to meet some of the ladies at Zeta Phi to see if I hit it off with any of them, whatever that process looked like.

At 3:50 I was in the café drinking a hot chocolate. Sitting in the far corner, back to the wall, where I could see the large entrance area that opens out into the student union. Trying not to look too eager, glancing up only occasionally. 3:55, no Rita. 4:00, no Rita. 4:05, no Rita. Now I was starting to get worried: was I in the right place? There's only one "café in the student union." Was the time on my phone right? I didn't wear a watch, so I asked the girl at the counter: yes, it's 4:06. Probably a power trip then and she's being "fashionably late."

At 4:09 I saw her, and like Candace had said in her note, there was no missing her. Tall, maybe as tall as me or even a bit more in those heels. Dark skinned, very dark, like from-Africa dark. Curvaceous body, solid, not thin or lithe. Not big either, but with the hips of an African fertility goddess.

Her clothes were an explosion of reds tending to burgundy. A jacket-and-skirt affair in something stiff like wool. All angles and sharp lines. I supposed this was a "power suit" for women, worn in a business environment. For when you wanted to make a statement.

And a large-brimmed hat, also red. The kind that's more fashion statement than functional. Floppy, the brim being a stiff mesh-type material, see-through. The front flopped (or folded?) down over much of her face, almost like a veil.

"Hello, Mark." No mention of being late.

"Hello, Miss Dominic."

"You may call me Rita." Not, 'you can call me Rita,' like anyone else would say, but you may. This woman is definitely in charge of herself and her interactions with others.

"So, tell me about yourself, Mark."

I proceeded to tell her about Ann Arbor, parents died when I was young, foster homes, group home, full-ride scholarship at WSU. I thought about telling her about Candace and Keisha and our budding friendship, but figured she already knew that. I didn't pick up any kind of Oh you poor thing vibe when I was telling her about being an orphan and foster care. She was listening, but more coldly processing than reacting.

"You must've gotten good grades in high school to get that scholarship. SAT scores?"

"Yes, ma'am, A's and B's. I aced the Math part of the SAT, and scored 99th percentile on the Verbal."

"Impressive." Not, 'impressive!', just a flat, 'impressive.'

"And what are you studying here?"

"Engineering, probably will be Mechanical, but I'm keeping my options open for now."

"Understandable. That's a good choice, Engineering, for a smart young man like you." That caused me to blush a bit.

"Have you ever had a girlfriend, Mark?"

"No, ma'am, not like a long-term girlfriend. I've only been on a few dates."

"And these dates, did they quickly escalate sexually?"

"No, ma'am. I—I'm still a virgin," which she knew already, or she wouldn't be interviewing me.

"But on a first date, have you ever felt a girl's breasts, or put your hands down her pants?"

"No ma'am, I'm too shy to do anything like that! Unless I've really gotten to know a girl and she signals that's what she wants."

"Good, I like the way you phrased that. But you have touched a girl's breasts and vagina, haven't you?"

I blushed at the mention of those two words in a public area, and wished Miss Rita would keep her voice down. But she didn't seem to much care what was overheard or by whom. "Yes, ma'am, once. The same girl."

"And you just decided you'd touch her like that." Accusing, not leading.

"No, ma'am! She started it. We were in the same foster home, I was 15 and she was a year older, and one day walking home together from school a thunderstorm came up and we ducked inside an abandoned house, and..." I stopped, ashamed and embarrassed at the memory of it.

"Go on, Mark."

"Well, this girl was kind of 'fast' I guess they call it. She told me she had a crush on me, then pulled me into a back room and lifted her shirt. And then she made me touch her over her bra and over her...panties. And she touched me through my pants..."

"Is that all that happened?"

"Yes, Miss Rita, that's all. I got scared, and the rain had let up so I said 'Let's go' and we went home."

"Did she ever try to get you alone again?"

"Yes, once, in similar circumstances. But I'd started carrying an umbrella after that, so I took it out and said, 'Let's keep walking!'"

"How did she treat you after that?"

"Well she always seemed angry with me then, and started telling people I was probably gay and stuff. I guess because I wouldn't touch her like she wanted."

"Are you gay, Mark, or maybe bisexual?" Not accusatorial, strictly clinical.

"NO, ma'am!! I love women, I love everything about them, their looks, their bodies, the way they talk, the way they smell, everything!"

"That was a good answer, Mark. From what I can tell you're an intelligent, respectful young man. I think you'll be a good fit for Zeta Phi. Come with me."

I followed her to the parking lot where we got into a small Mercedes sedan. She drove to the Hilton and parked in the parking garage.

"Wait here 10 minutes, then take that pizza box in the back and come up to room 604. Lock the doors when you leave."

I'd delivered many times to the Hilton, but always parked in the unloading circle, so I watched which way Rita walked to enter the hotel. I would've watched her anyway though, she was so stunning, but I did want to see which way I should go. I thought it pretty clever of her to have me in my Domino's uniform, and to have an empty Domino's box so it would look like I was just there delivering. But why the boxers directive?

Ten minutes seemed like an hour, but I got out with the pizza box, holding it horizontal in case anyone was looking, locked the doors, then headed toward the door Rita had gone in. I had to adjust myself on the way because I was becoming aroused at what might be waiting for me. I was fantasizing that when Rita opened the door she'd be wearing just a black bra and panties (and maybe those heels still!), and that she'd take over my sexual education herself where the girls had left off.

I got off on the 6th floor, found 604, knocked on the door, and waited. And waited many seconds more. And then started panicking.

She DID say '604' didn't she?!? Oh God, I'm at the wrong room! No, she's playing a trick on me and didn't even go into the room! She probably hid and watched me go by, then jumped in her car and sped off. Oh Mark, you're too trusting!

I'd just screwed up my courage to knock again when the door opened and it was Rita. In the same red outfit as before. Which deflated my fantasy but was better than the alternatives.

"Well hello, young man, that was fast! Come in." Acting like she didn't know me, I guess in case anyone saw or heard. Playing up the whole 'anonymous pizza delivery guy' thing. But who invites the pizza guy into their room unless...?

I stepped in, Rita backing up only enough for me to squeeze in and let the door close. The layout of the room had a restroom to my left, and Rita took the empty box from me and put it on the counter there. Beyond her was a short hall, and past that I could see a dimly lit room, a dresser and desk, a TV, and the very ends of two beds.

"Ready to meet a new friend?"

"Y-yes, ma'am."

"Good! Follow me."

As she led me down the short hallway I saw more and more of the farther bed come into view, until I could see a young lady sitting on the edge of it, near the nightstand between the two beds.

"Nia, would you please introduce yourself to Mark?"

Nia stood, smoothed her modest dress down, turned toward me, sort of curtsied, and in a soft voice said, "Hello, Mark. I'm Nia, pleasure to meet you." She extended her right hand to me. Not in a male handshake position, but like ladies do, flat, as if I was supposed to kiss her hand. But I didn't know that at the time.

"Hello, Nia. I'm Mark, and the pleasure is all mine." I took her hand in my upturned right one and gave it a little shake, when Rita said, "Mark, a suitor kisses a lady's hand when first meeting her."

Suitor!? Was this young girl to be the one to teach me? She looked so innocent! And as young as me. But was she....'experienced'? I bent at the waist to kiss Nia's hand, held lightly in mine, and a jolt went through my body. I'd just put my lips on a girl's skin (besides lips) for the first time! I released her hand and the kiss before what I hoped was "too long", but the smell and light taste of her made me giddy.

"Nia, is Mark's appearance pleasing to you?"

"Yes, ma'am," in a demure voice with downcast eyes.

"And Mark, is Nia attractive to you?

"Yes, ma'am," trying not to sound too eager.

"Good, then I think we have a firm basis from which to start. Both of you please sit on the other bed side-by-side, holding hands." Rita then sat opposite us on the other bed, where Nia had been.

I should tell you a little about Nia's looks. Remember Ashley from The Fresh Prince? She didn't so much look like her, but had that same build, and the same kind of fresh, innocent face. She was lithe and not voluptuous like a lot of the black girls I'd seen in town and school. And she was very cute and young and pure, the kind of girl you want to take care of and protect.

"I've brought you two together because you're each painfully shy and so don't have a lot of experience with the opposite sex. With your permission, I'd like to take you through the stages of courtship and sexual experience and help you learn to express yourselves naturally with your partners."

Nia and I nodded in agreement, and if she was like me, blushing too. She had lightly squeezed my hand at 'express yourselves,' and I squeezed hers back. It was so exciting just to be sitting here holding this lovely girl's hand, and I hoped the feeling was similar for her.

"We'll go at a pace that's comfortable for you both, and you can slow down or stop the process whenever you want. And— we won't be going all the way to sexual intercourse." A sigh of relief from me, and a squeeze from Nia's hand meant she probably felt the same way.

"Now, turn toward each other and tell each other about yourselves, starting from childhood to now. Parents, sibling, pets, the things that make you happy or sad, anything you'd like your new friend to know about you. Nia, you start while I set the mood."

Rita turned on some soft music, then lit three candles, placing one on the nightstand beside Nia, one on the desk where she had some notebooks and things out, and one on the dresser. She then turned off all the lights so that the only light in the room was the flickering candles (the heavy drapes were closed). She then seated herself at the desk at the end of the other bed and began writing.

Nia told me she'd grown up in Kalamazoo, a town that sounded a little more racially mixed than my own. Her mother was a teacher, father worked in a factory, she had a younger sister and then a brother. She told me about the dogs she'd had growing up, the latest being a toy poodle she loved a lot which would sleep with her. She told me about her first date (10th grade, a black boy), then a few later dates in higher grades with black boys mostly, but one white boy also. Her sexual experience was similar to mine, but not as forced and unwanted as mine was. She'd never actually touched a penis except through clothes twice, and had never been directly touched there herself.

I then told her all about myself, most of the details of which I've given here already, including my one somewhat traumatic sexual experience.

"Good, that's a great start, young people. Do you feel like you know each other better now? Yes? And based on what you've heard do you think you could be friends, and maybe eventually more?"

Nia looked at me and nodded several times, a timid smile on her face. I repeated her nods, probably a goofy grin on my face.

"Good! What we're developing here is chemistry. I could show you all the physical ways to give pleasure to your partner, but without some kind of bond, without chemistry, it tends to feel hollow, like something is missing." Rita paused to let that sink in, and we both nodded to indicate that we understood, that makes sense.

"Okay, what I've done here was sort of speed up the 'getting to know each other' phase. You might've been classmates, or lived on the same block, and just in the course of knowing each other, especially if you'd started 'talking to' each other, you would've learned all those things about each other. But it would've taken time."

"And I had you hold hands to fast-track the physical bonding. It's very simple, and very primal. You guys were communicating with your hands, weren't you?"

Bashfully, we admitted we were. And squeezed each other's hands again.

"Good, so what we've done is compress the normal courtship ritual that might be weeks long into just a few minutes. But Nia, do you feel like you fully know Mark? Or are there things about him you'd like to know still?"

"No, ma'am— I mean, yes, ma'am. I'd like to know more about him."

"Good. And Mark, I know it's the same for you, because I sense that you're a romantic, and before you can feel physically attracted to a woman, you want to first get to know her, yes?" (Remember that Rita has that British-African accent, and I'm not doing it justice here, but try to read her that way.)

"Yes, ma'am."

"Okay, then for the next exercise we'll add visual stimulation by pretending it's summertime and you two are on a date at the beach. You've had a few little dates, a high school basketball game, watched a movie together while holding hands, a pizza parlor with friends after the Homecoming game, those sorts of things. Maybe a hug and a peck on the cheek or lips as you separate for the night. Got the idea?" Nods.

"Good, so you're at the beach (let me turn the lights back on). Nia, please take your dress off." Nia had a bikini on under the dress, probably specified by Rita. It was smallish, but not terribly revealing. Not that it could be, with Nia's small breasts and petite bottom, but to me she looked terrifically sexy in it.

"So while you're at the beach, setting up your spot, playing in the surf, etc., Mark, you would've been sneaking glances at Nia's body—" I had started to protest, but Rita's look said, Yes you would've and you know it! I did know it, but still, I was embarrassed by her stating it as fact.

"—so in the interest of time, let's compress that: Nia, please turn around slowly and let Mark see your whole body. Perfect."

When Nia had done so and was looking at me again, it was with a doubtful, questioning look: Do you like what you see? Am I pretty enough? I tried to assure her with my smile, my eyes, and appreciative nods that I thought she was beautiful, face and body.

"Now Mark, take your shirt and pants off." "Good, your boxers look somewhat like swim trunks, that's great. Turn so Nia can see your whole body." So that's why the boxers!

"Okay, young people, up on the bed, sit facing each other, knees crossed and touching each other's, and hold both hands now. Good. Mark, you go first this time, ask Nia all the questions you want, all the many things you want to know about her."

Let me just say that sitting across from this young, light-brown-skinned girl in her bikini, our knees touching and our hands held across them, was pretty exciting for me. And yet my manhood wasn't much aroused, which I was thankful for because I think I'd be embarrassed in front of Nia at this point, even though that's ostensibly why we were both here. I attributed it to me really liking her already, and had started thinking of her as someone who could become my girlfriend. And like I said before, she's small and petite and so cute that I wanted to protect her and care for her, not affront her with my engorged penis.

With Rita back at the desk writing, Nia and I spent probably the next thirty minutes getting to know each other better: What's your favorite song? TV show? Do you like to read? How did you feel when your dog died? Favorite movie? Ohmygosh, wasn't that scene in Scary Movie funny? What's the craziest thing you've ever done? What kind of food do you like? Have you ever been out of Michigan? What was that like?

All those things and experiences that tend to shape who a person becomes. Lots of giggling, lots of "mine too!", just lots of realization of our shared experiences. By the end of it we were looking each other directly in the eyes and felt a lot closer to each other (speaking for me, though I think I Nia felt the same).

"That was great, guys! You feel like you know each other more intimately, don't you? Well you should. Most couples don't build that solid base of feeling like they really know the other person for months or years. Sometimes never, to be honest."

"So with that as a foundation, I want you two to see each other sexually now. Imagine what it might feel like to be intimate with this person. Mark, I could tell you were trying to be a gentleman by maintaining eye contact with Nia, but I want you to look at her now as a man looks at a woman. Start with her hairline...now her ears, her eyes...nose...lips. Linger on the lips, imagine what they would feel like to kiss, what they would feel like on your skin. Nia, you do the same with Mark now, stopping at his lips."

"Good. Now Mark, study Nia's graceful neck...her shoulders, collarbones, the flat of her chest. And now her breasts, imagine what they look like under her bikini top, imagine how they, and she, might respond to your touch." I'm sure my face was beet-red, but I did it.

"Good. Nia, now do the same with Mark." I'd never had anyone stare at my naked chest before, and certainly not like Nia was, but I liked it very much.

"Mark, let your gaze lower over Nia's stomach, to her hips where they meet her sides, the bikini strings tied there, and now....look directly at her groin. Imagine what her vagina looks like. Is she natural? Trimmed? Shaved?" (Embarrassing, but I persevered.)

"Nia, repeat on Mark, and as you look at his groin, notice his arousal. That's due to you; now that he's gotten to know you he feels okay about letting his attraction to you be noticed. Because you aren't just a sex object to him, but a young lady worthy of his love in all its dimensions. Imagine what his penis looks like, what it would feel like." Her words made it even more aroused, as well as Nia staring at it.

"Now both of you unfold your legs and straighten them out. Mark, yours on the outside, and Nia's inside Mark's. Now bring them together, all the way together. Mark, trap Nia's legs inside yours. Good, now both of you, look at the other's legs, from the thighs down to the kneecaps, the shins, the feet, and finally the toes. Observe each other's skin, not just the color, but the texture, the softness or comparative roughness, the hair, the blemishes."

"Mark, ask Nia about the scars on her left shin." Nia told me it was a dog bite when she was 5 or 6; I flinched in sympathy, saying I wished she hadn't had to experience that.

"Thank you, Mark," Nia said, "what's that scar on your left knee?" I explained that when I was 3 or 4 I came off a slide onto asphalt and busted my knee open, needing 8 stitches. She instinctually touched it softly, saying she felt sad for me.

"Good! Nia, you've already started doing what I want you each to do next: explore each other's legs with your hands, feel them, caress them, remember them. For two minutes, explore your partner's legs with the intent of learning them, then (I'll say when), touch your partner's legs the way you think they'd like to be touched to increase arousal. Begin."

So we did. I touched Nia's legs all over, from just below her bikini bottom all the way down to her toes. I could tell you what that looked and felt like, but you can probably imagine it better. I did make a point to lift one of her legs from between mine so I could feel and squeeze her calves, then the bottoms of her feet, ending with "this little piggy" on her toes, which had Nia giggling when Rita called time.

"Okay, now with sexual intent."

Both Nia and I bent forward at the same time to lightly caress the other's inner thighs. I'd heard stories in middle school about the game of "Chicken," where a forward boy would put his hand on a girl's leg just above the knee and ask, "Chicken?" If no, the hand went higher, then higher. The way I'd heard it, the girl got hotter and hotter until finally the guy's hand was inside her pants and he was rubbing her sex, because she'd never "chickened" out.

I'd often thought of that, so I started there, lightly rubbing my fingers as far inside her inner thighs as I could. Also as close to her crotch as possible but without touching, while Nia did the same to me. I don't know which was more arousing to me: me touching her, or her touching me. Nia tried to widen her legs for me, so I widened mine to give her room. My hands then went down to the back of one thigh, which I hadn't felt before, then to the soft place behind that knee.

Then I kneaded and massaged her calf on my way down to her foot, which I wanted to study more closely before time ran out. I can't even remember specifically what Nia was doing to me through all this, but her hands on me felt great.

Raising her foot, I massaged it with both hands, focusing first on her heel, then the arch of her sole, the ball of the foot, then down to the individual toes, separating each one for an individual massage. Just then Rita called time.

During that "leg exploring" time two large pizzas (Domino's) and 3 drinks had been delivered, so Rita had us take a break before continuing. Lots of small talk about nothing really: What's your favorite pizza? Beef and black olive, yours? Favorite soda? Oh, have you tried the new Mountain Dew Code Red?! No, is it good? Stuff like that. I felt very at ease with Nia, and found her easy to talk to, even though we were still in our 'bathing suits.'

And that was amazing to me because I'd never been able to just talk to a girl like this before. In 12th grade a hot freshman girl decided for some reason that she liked me. So her friend, also a freshman, who was dating one of my friends (also a senior), used him as the go-between to set up a double-date to a school basketball game. As I was sitting there on the bleachers beside this girl I could only stupidly watch the game, but couldn't think of anything to say to her. Or have the courage to say it if I did.

I carry a singular memory of that 'date' to this day, because it summed up my shyness with girls to this point. The girl's friend caught my eye while the girl I was supposedly 'with' was looking the other way, and mouthed, "Talk to her!" Just talk to her, Mark, how hard was that? Well, it was incredibly hard for me. And yet here I was, blabbering with Nia like it was nothing. Thank you, Rita.

"Okay lovebirds, it's time to learn how to properly kiss." Nia and I immediately went silent, bashful again.

"On the edge of the bed, side by side, hips touching, holding one hand." An odd thought of a little girl playing with her Ken and Barbie dolls came to mind, only we were Rita's life-size dolls. She turned off the lights again, leaving only the three candles.

"Most people go straight for the lips, but there are so many other places to kiss your lover." My lover!

"Mark, I want you to lean over to Nia and give her just a lingering peck on the lips, then her cheek, her earlobe, then down the side of her neck and out to her shoulder." I did the best I could, trying to remember the directions and the order, but must've come off a little too mechanical.

"That was a good start, but now that you know where to go, let yourself adapt to the moment, do what comes naturally. And this time when you get to her neck and shoulder, explore her skin with your lips and tongue. Taste her, feel her with your mouth."

So I did that: lingering longer on her lips with more pressure, then her cheek with several small love pecks, then to her ear, where the earlobe begged to be suckled. I knew Rita had said to only use tongue and open lips on her neck and shoulder, but it felt natural to nibble her earlobe, so I did, making Nia giggle. Then down to her neck behind and below the ear, where I opened my lips slightly and flicked out my tongue, tasting her flesh and the wispy hair growing there.

Then further down, kissing, licking, almost munching as I went. Then to the place where her neck met her shoulder, which I'd later find so sexy on women. There I spent more time: moist kisses, tongue flicking in and out, even little love bites, all of which had Nia squirming. I moved out over her shoulder, reducing the intensity as I did, finishing with a long lips-together kiss on the round of her shoulder. I sat back, studying Nia's face, trying to gauge her reaction.

"Wow, that felt fantastic, Mark!"

"Really?? You're not just saying that?"

"No, I really enjoyed that. You're so tender, your kisses almost made me melt."

"Excellent, Mark! When you let yourself flow into the moment, when you think about what your partner might like, when you think about how you want to make them feel, it all just comes naturally. Did it feel natural for you?"

"Yes, ma'am, it did. I had wanted to taste and feel Nia with my mouth, but I also thought about what I could do to make it feel good for her, to show her how much I appreciate her."

"And that's the key: you've already gotten to know each other intellectually, and now it's natural that you want to get to know each other physically. Sexually."

"A question for you both: if we ended your lessons here, do you think you could crawl under those covers and figure out the rest of it? Do you think you could learn how to pleasure each other sexually, even up to intercourse, without any more coaching?"

I looked at Nia, who had turned sideways towards me, and met her longing, almost lustful gaze. She squeezed my hand deeply, holding it longer.

"Yes, ma'am," we both replied, almost in unison. Then two versions of, "Yes, I think I could figure out what he/she needs from lovemaking."

"Good, I knew you would. That was a rhetorical question of course, because men and women have been doing exactly that for millennia. With greater or lesser success. I want you two to be accomplished lovers, which really boils down to being perceptive to the desires and needs of your partner. With that education, you'll each become more confident in your relationships, be more confident lovers, and be more confident in life in general. So, do I have your permission to continue the curriculum, or would either of you like to stop here?"

Another look at Nia, who was beaming, another confirmatory hand squeeze, and I answered for us both, "We'd like to continue, Rita."

"Excellent! I think that's a good decision. Mark, you seem to have a question."

"Yes, ma'am. You're so good at this, I never could've imagined anyone teaching this sort of thing: did you learn all that here in college?"

"I did, and thank you for the compliment. I started studying Psychology with the intent of doing couples counselling, so I've focused my studies and research in that direction, focusing particularly on human sexuality. I received my Bachelor's Degree last year, and now I'm working on a Master's in human sexuality." Then delayed from the rest, almost an aside, "With an emphasis on interracial couples."

"Ah, so that's why you're so good at this! This is amazing!"

"Okay, let's start the next lesson. Mark, lie on your back a little beyond the middle of the bed, head on the pillows. Nia, please take off you top and lie down next to Mark and hold hands." I instinctively looked away so as not to seem to be staring at her there.

"Good, now each of you turn toward the other, bodies slightly apart, faces just a few inches apart. You'll probably want to fold your joined hands up toward your cheeks. Perfect, now drape your arm over the other, touching just the side and back. Good." Rita was back at the desk, writing. I could see her over Nia's shoulder because I was facing that way.

As I laid there next to Nia, staring into her inquisitive brown eyes and seeing there a look of anticipation and maybe longing, I wondered what Rita would have us do next. I'd be happy if it were nothing, if I could just stay like this with this lovely girl, looking into her eyes, talking to her, touching her innocently.

"Alright, my beautiful young couple, repeat after me, Nia first: 'Name-of-your-partner', I like you and respect you, and want to share sexual pleasure with you.'"

Nia said that to me, giggling by the end. Then I repeated it to her, almost tearing up because I felt it so intensely.

"That was nice, and that's the basis we'll work from: you both know and respect the other, and now want to become more physically intimate. So with your free arms I want you to explore each other's bodies as much as your current positions allow. Genitals are off-limits for now, but you may kiss on the lips if you wish, using lips and tongue, but no talking. Let your own desires for learning about your partner guide you, and be receptive to the non-verbal feedback they give you. Begin."

Nia and I at first just looked at each other, a dozen emotions flitting across our faces. Then I began lightly rubbing her back, first up to her left shoulder, then slowly down her spine, feeling each vertebra. When I had reached her shoulder and neck she had leaned her face in to kiss me. I puckered my lips out but didn't actively kiss back. As I reached the bottom of her spine and began to feel the swell of her rump, she kissed/sucked/pulled my lower lip between hers, kissing me more passionately. I moved my hand across to the right/far side of her back, slowly rubbing my way up toward her right shoulder.

When I hit the bottom of Nia's spine and the swell of her butt on the second trip down, she began licking my lower lip, still trapped between hers. That triggered something in me (I'd never actually French-kissed before), and I sucked/trapped her upper lip between mine. After feeling and suckling that for a while I let my tongue touch it, then began running it side to side, as she was doing mine. She felt and tasted so delicious!

We were both getting quite heated from the lip stimulation, and soon Nia disengaged from my mouth and pulled back a few inches. Then, looking more like a woman to me than the girl she'd been moments before, she tilted her head down into the pillows, opened her mouth partway, and moved again toward my lips. I took the hint, and tilted my head to the right so our noses would clear, meeting her opened-mouth also.

I think her tongue entered my mouth first, but the first time our tongues connected was like an electric shock, which emboldened me to do what I'd wanted to earlier: grab hold of her left butt cheek. Which I did: squeezing, caressing, palpating, smoothing from top to bottom and back before repeating the squeezing/palming.

As soon as my hand had touched her bottom, Nia's went to mine. Groping, feeling, tracing, massaging. We spent some time at this, how long I don't know because I was in heaven. My hand moved to her other cheek, then explored the crack between as best I could through her bikini bottoms. Nia did the same to me, the thin material of my boxers giving her better access and feel.

Before long she removed her hand from there and snaked it up under my arm to my chest, squeezing my right pectoral muscle (not a lot there to squeeze, admittedly) before finding the nipple and concentrating her exploration there.

I took that as an indication that she wanted me to do the same, so I put my hand flat against the side of her lower rib cage, thumb out forming a C-shape, then slowly slid it up her torso in the direction of her left breast. My hand soon found its target, the underside of her breast fitting neatly into the web of my hand between thumb and forefinger. A thrill ran through me as it first made contact, the first bare breast I'd ever touched. I stopped there, lightly pushing up against it, judging its mass and density (I'm an engineer by nature, remember). I loved the bouncy feel of it.

Nia had moved her hand to my other nipple, intertwined her legs with mine, and was kissing, licking, and sucking my mouth and tongue like crazy. I took the plunge and moved my hand up and over her breast, and she gave a muffled moan into my mouth as the web of my hand made contact with her nipple. WOW! Talk about an electric shock! I could feel her hard nipple there in the crook of my hand, the mass of her breast under my hand, so pliant and supple.

I moved my hand higher, until the nipple was centered in my palm. Then I pressed downward, feeling its insistent stiffness as the bulk of her breast yielded to the pressure. Then, as Nia was doing to me, I took her nipple between forefinger and thumb, lightly squeezing, bending, pushing in, marveling at this wonder of human anatomy that's normally so demure, just kind of there. But when aroused becomes this long, stiff button of pleasure.

I would describe how hard I was, but you can deduce that. And I think Nia was just as aroused because she turned her head the other way, into the dominant position over my face, then tried to push me over as if to climb on top of me.

"Stop! That's enough, my little lovebirds." Nia pulled her lips back from mine as reluctantly as I removed my hand from her breast. She was panting down at me, her skin flushed, eyes searching mine in a new way.

"Lay on your backs, move your hands back down to your sides, join hands, and breathe. Think about what you just experienced, how it felt to touch, to be touched. And how it made you feel inside, in your brain, your emotions, your loins. Breathe, relax, remember..."

I was panting, sweating, restless, and Nia was the same. Her arousal was subtly evident in her erect nipples, but mine was manifested by my larger-than-average penis straining against my boxers, probably scaring poor Nia half to death.

After some minutes of this, and Rita having us affirm to our partner that we had enjoyed the experience, she had us get up and drink something, use the bathroom if necessary, and get ready for the next round.

"Nia, Mark, if you're willing, I'd like to move you on to where you're touching each other's genitals... Yes? Yes? Okay then!"

"So when young people are dating, the exploration process often proceeds as we've done so far, until the couple gets to the point where they're comfortable touching each other's sex organs through their clothing. Sometimes that's skipped, but I think it's an important intermediate step to seeing and touching directly."

We were both listening and nodding, as if in a sex-ed class.

"You mostly know what's under the clothes, but petting through the clothes still leaves something to the imagination and adds to the arousal because of that one last barrier before actually seeing and touching your partner's most intimate place."

Nia looked shyly, expectantly at me, and I returned the look, but mixed with a quizzical, Are you sure you want to do this? She nodded twice emphatically and squeezed my hand. The hardest and longest squeeze yet.

"Alright, Nia on your back, Mark on her right side, up on your elbow. Good. Now lightly rub your fingertips over Nia's stomach and thighs, but avoid her sexual parts."

I looked down the length of Nia's brown and supple body from eyes to toes, then slowly back up, stopping at her breasts. Pert and firm as they were, gravity had worked its magic on them, causing them to collapse ever so slightly, become more rounded and softer. Her nipples were like beautiful licorice sticks, pointing up and slightly out.

I ran my fingertips gently over her abdomen, starting just below her breasts. Lazy S's left-to-right, trailing down to her waist, then back up from waist to breasts, still side-to-side across her stomach.

And while the room seemed comfortably warm, I saw gooseflesh covering the mounds of her breasts. I moved down to her left thigh, the one farthest from me, starting at the "corner" where her bikini bottom was tied, and lightly rubbed my fingertips down the outside of her thigh as far as I could reach, which was almost to her knee. Then I moved in/up an inch and made the return trip, stopping only when my fingers touched her bikini. Repeated three or four times until on the last trip my fingers were in the trough between her legs, which were demurely closed.

Starting at her knees and using just my first two fingers, I slowly, tantalizingly caressed the sensitive flesh inside her thighs, slowing as I reached the midway point, slowing further at the quarter-way mark, then agonizingly slowly (for her, judging by her responses) I completed the last few inches of the trip, stopping only when my fingers touched her bikini bottom. At a spot I supposed was right above her clitoris. Nia twitched, or possibly she was bucking at my hand, trying to increase the pressure, but I didn't want to get in trouble with Rita so I removed my hand.

"That was beautiful, just beautiful! Mark, I wish you could've seen Nia's face through all that: the excitement, the anticipation, the arousal, and the way she was looking at you. As a woman looks at a man."

I looked into Nia's eyes, to find her looking at me with a sense of expectation and desire, but yet mixed with doubt: was she attractive enough, sexy enough for me? To allay those doubts I gently kissed her lips, my right hand cupping her cheek. Then I kissed the tip of her nose, then the bridge, and then her forehead before pulling back to look at Rita.

"You two are such a good match for each other! You've only known each other for a few hours, yet you've reached a level of tenderness and intimacy with each other that honestly, many couples never reach."

I looked back at "my Nia" with all those feelings inside, and she looked like an angel to me, her face framed on the pillow by her curly hair, her eyes seeming to reflect my feelings back to me.

"Alright, lovebirds, switch places. Mark, pull your boxers up so Nia can see more of your legs." "Nia, you may begin."

Nia repeated much the same process on me, though adding her own variants, exploring wherever her fingers took her. She traced the lower underline of my pecs with one finger, then spent quite a long time on my abdomen, which I flexed for her (she seemed to especially enjoy that), palming it and pressing firmly, alternating with claw-like grabs at the thin flesh over the abdominal muscles. Down to the legs, where she spent a lot of time at the upper parts, where I'd pulled my boxers up essentially level with my groin.

My penis was achingly hard, harder than I'd ever remembered. And while she was lightly caressing the upper and inner parts of my thighs, her eyes never left its outline, straining as it was against the fabric. A couple times it twitched involuntarily, eliciting little smiles from her.

I was studying her face from the side, sensual in the flickering candlelight, thinking, She doesn't seem to be afraid of it, so I guess it's not too big... But when she actually sees it will she shy away? Would she want to take it in her hand? In her mouth? Would it even fit in her petite mouth? Would I even want my angel to do that? Then thankfully, because I couldn't have taken much more, Rita called time.

Nia moved to my face, searching it, her eyes boring into mine. Then she dove in for a close-mouthed kiss that was pressing, passionate, urgent. I was afraid Rita would call her off, but she let it go on for 30 seconds or more. Nia's hand massaged and roamed my chest and stomach the whole time.

"Whew, Nia, take a break, girl!"

Nia reluctantly pulled away, her eyes locked with mine in a deep, passionate look that seemed to drag my soul out with her as she leaned back onto her elbow. She didn't look at Rita expectantly as I had done, but kept her eyes on mine, flitting occasionally around my face. Her own face was flushed with desire, her breathing rapid.

"Alright, lovers, on your backs again, holding hands. Let's breathe, relax, remember..."

I was relaxed and semi-flaccid long before Rita moved on from this, but I think she was waiting for Nia to come down, to regain something of her composure. I have to admit that this staged approach that Rita was taking with us was really building up the intensity of the passion we were feeling for each other. Had we been 2 kids in the backseat of a car we'd have been "done" long ago, with it probably not having really been good for either of us. This way, though at times frustrating, was so deliciously better.

"Okay, my two paramours: switch sides, roll to your sides facing me, heads propped on elbows. Good. Now Nia, snuggle back against Mark. Mark, you should place your hand on one of her breasts."

I chose the right one because it was hanging free, and as I did Nia seemed to melt into me, even adjusting herself so her butt was pressing firmly against my re-hardening dick (still inside the boxer shorts).

"Alright, take a moment to re-affirm each other, say anything you want."

I said softly into Nia's ear, "Nia, you're so beautiful and I feel so lucky being with you like this, getting to know you, getting to touch you."

Nia, craning her head around to look into my eyes, reciprocated with words about how handsome I was, how gentle and tender.

"Lovely! Now are you ready to move to the climax, shall we say? To.....orgasm?"

"Yes!" Nia blurted out, while I did my usual nodding.

"Nia! Are you that excited?!"

This time Nia only nodded, but emphatically, her butt grinding slightly against my manhood.

"Well then, let's start with you first!" Rita paused to jot something in her notebook. "But to be honest, you were going to be first anyway because it works better that way generally, if the woman is the first to orgasm during intimacy. Mark, if you don't yet know it, many women are multi-orgasmic, meaning they can have multiple orgasms in fairly quick succession.

"Whereas your experience with yourself has probably demonstrated that men are generally one-and-done. Sure, you can perform again after a rest period, but almost invariably the penis becomes flaccid and requires further stimulation to continue."

I felt like I was blushing across my whole body, with Rita talking about my masturbation right in front of my angel.

"But women, once they've reached a certain plateau of arousal, are capable of a string of orgasms, her body never really coming down from the last one. So rather than a little foreplay to get her 'excited' and then just 'going at it,' it's better if a man can give his partner one or two orgasms before he's ready to achieve his own.

"When she's at that plateau, when you enter her she'll be almost ready to have another orgasm with you inside her, which will make it a more pleasurable and intense experience for both of you. And not to be too clinical, but after a woman has orgasmed, her vagina has expanded and lubricated itself, making it easier and more pleasurable for her to receive her partner."

"So Mark, pull back. Nia, lie on your back, hands behind your head."

That did a wonderful thing to her breasts: expanding her chest up, pulling her breasts tauter, making them somewhat flat and elongated, yet still full.

"This time you can talk to each other: give feedback, request feedback, ask how she's feeling, etc. Mark, affirm and ask permission, then stimulate Nia's breasts with your hands and mouth until she asks you to move lower. Then with your hand outside her clothing, see if you can bring her to orgasm."

She'd said that O-word again and my penis twitched. At this point I was looking at Nia as if she were a long slender piece of chocolate cream pie I was about to devour, thinking about how those nipples would feel in my mouth, under my tongue.... I reached for one of them.

"Mark? Mark! There you are! I know you're excited, Nia is a lovely girl. But let me repeat: Affirm her, then ask her permission first to pleasure her in this way."

Oh, right! "Nia, you're so beautiful and I really care for you. May I touch you all over and try to bring you to orgasm?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Accompanied by rapid nods, lust and desire in her eyes.

With that my right hand flew to her left breast, while my lips pounced on her right nipple. Not rough, but urgent. My hand was in its earlier position, nipple in center of palm, fingers splayed, gently squeezing, pushing, and pulling on her breast. My lips had closed around her nipple, just the actual protruding part, feeling its velvety softness and yet core stiffness. I then began to suction it in and out, while feeling its tip with my tongue.

"Take more of it!" Nia said as she writhed under me, pushing her right breast more firmly into my mouth.

Remembering Keisha's lesson about nipples and areolae, I figured that's what she wanted, so I expanded my lips, trying to remember the size of her areolae. Raising my hand on her right breast enough to see over there I used it as a guide. When I felt I was in the right position I sucked in greedily, as I'd seen babies do, while at the same time wantonly licking the nipple now well inside my mouth.

This sent Nia into a paroxysm of squirming, first trying to push the one breast further into my mouth, then the other harder into my hand. I took this as a signal to ramp up the pressure and intensity of my exploration of her breasts, even going so far as to lightly bite the nipple.

"Ohhhhhh!" she huskily moaned. Then after barely another minute of this, "Move down there now!"

She was getting really worked up, and I'd seen how this went with Keisha and then Candace, so I wanted to slow her down. Selfishly, because I wanted to continue feeling and tasting her breasts, but also to hold her in this state I knew I was responsible for. And that for me is a very powerful, caring, loving, affirming feeling. But also selflessly because I wanted this to be super-pleasurable for her, and make it last as long as possible.

So I slowly trailed my right hand down her stomach, doing the lazy S's crossways as I'd done before, but not as slowly this time. Then when hitting the top of her bikini bottom, continuing the S's on the fabric, back and forth from one side to the other, narrowing as the bikini narrowed. With almost no room side-to-side now, and feeling that my fingers must be atop her mons, I flattened my hand against her lower stomach. My fingers told me I was on the uprising mound of her womanhood, and I pressed firmly with my fingertips.

Nia squirmed and moaned, and tried to scooch up on the bed to bring her clitoris under the delightful pressure, but I raised my hand, eliciting a small frustrated cry.

"Touch it, please, Mark..." So I put my hand flat again, then slowly moved it south. I've seen girls' swimsuits before and they always have that padding in the crotch, so I couldn't exactly feel where I was, so I was waiting for her response to tell me I'd found her pleasure center.

I was keeping firm downward pressure, letting the satiny material slowly slide under my fingertips, until: "Oh God, that's it, YESSSSS!" And I knew I was there. Her excitement made me more excited, causing me to increase my oral efforts at her right breast, bringing my left hand into play to cup and squeeze it. My mouth sucked in most of her breast, my lips slobbering nearly to its base, making sucking sounds, my tongue alternately flicking, circling, mashing the nipple.

Nia began bucking against my hand, which I tried to keep from moving, allowing her a solid, un-moving object to rub her clit against. It was wonderful to watch her stomach muscles contract and release as she did that, revealing ab muscles that hadn't been visible before when she was all soft and girlish.

I looked up at her face to find her staring down at me, watching me maul her breast. Her face was contorted with passion and ecstasy and need. She looked so sultry and womanly to me just then, sweat on her forehead, her hair becoming plastered down, that I had the urge to kiss her, to taste her, to consume her mouth and her whole body beyond.

So letting go of her breast with a soft 'pop,' and letting my hand continue there (as she continued to buck and rub against my other hand), I dove into her mouth, now open as mine was and franticly kissed her. I mashed my lips against hers, my tongue invading her mouth, feeling her teeth, finding her tongue. Then our tongues battling, much as kids play "thumb war."

My nostrils were inhaling her scent in deep gulps, her perfume, her hair products, her sweat, her womanliness. While my ears took in the joyful sounds of her moans, her breathing, even the light sound of the satiny material now being worked furiously against my hand.

It wasn't long before I felt Nia start to tense up, then raise up, and then just STOP. Stopped moving, stopped breathing, stopped rubbing herself against my hand. Just stopped in that eternal moment of orgasmic bliss. I heard the sound starting in her vocal cords, the air coming up her windpipe, pressurizing my mouth. Then jamming her elbows down behind her, she flung her head back and down as far as it would go, arched her chest out, clamped my hand between her thighs, and let out a loud, husky, sexy, "Ohhhhhhhhh GooooooDDDDDD!"

Then she collapsed on the bed, thighs still clamped around my hand (which I thought best not to move), her left hand lightly plucking her left nipple, her right hand drawing lazy circles on my back. I was staring at her face, seeing the joy there, the contentment, the satisfaction. Even thankfulness and tenderness towards me, and I swear I fell in love with her in that moment.

We stayed like that for some time, her gradually coming down from her high, me studying her beautiful face, now more grown, more womanly than the one I'd known before. Because we had just shared one of the most intimate moments two people can share.

At Rita's beckoning, Nia gradually released my hand and sat up on the edge of the bed, me following on her right side. Rita gave her a cool wet washcloth, which Nia took gratefully, wiping the sweat from her face and neck. Then she did the most adorable thing: she leaned into me, wrapping her arms around me, head on my chest, and said simply, "Thank you, Mark." Followed by a sigh of contentment. If I wasn't in love with her before, I surely was now.

"You two are so cute together! Alright, Nia, it's your turn. Mark, get comfortable."

"Nia, do you remember the directions?" A nod.

"Mark, I like and respect you. May I touch you all over your body and try to make you come?" Fast, the words of the last sentence all mashed together as one. And she actually said come.

A dumbfounded nod from me, who couldn't believe what this beautiful girl was about to do to me, and she was actually going to touch it, which no one ever had before.

Nia giggled and began exploring my chest with one hand while kissing me lightly on the lips, then letting her kisses trail down my cheek, to my earlobe which she nibbled, to my neck (her hand now caressing my abs), to my shoulder, then down towards my chest. When her warm, wet lips touched my right nipple I jumped and let out a little groan.

Nia lifted up to look at me, "You liked that?"

"Oh yes..." So she went back to work there, her right hand now at my other nipple. This was driving me wild, it was like my nipples were connected by nerves directly to the head of my penis, and each kiss, each tongue-flick, each love-pinch sent a shock directly to my sex organ. Showing its appreciation, it involuntary jumped occasionally, eliciting little giggles from Nia as she'd turned her head to watch.

The legs of my boxers were back down in normal position now, and Nia was running her hand down my right side, over the waistband, then flat-palmed she was pushing her hand close to my cock, but around on the outside, trailing down to my scrotum. Not quite touching it, but moving her hand down and between my legs, finally ending with a strong squeeze of the inside of my thigh.

I was watching her face, her breasts, her hand, everything I could take in. I was thinking of asking her to touch it, but I wanted to revel in the teasing a while longer while I drank in her beauty, realizing that she was actually, fully enjoying being here with me like this, doing these things with me and to me.

Nia continued her journey around my "package," up the inside of my left thigh with just fingertips, then as she rounded over the top, more the pads of her fingers, then up and around, until she was approaching where my penis was making a giant arch in my shorts. While I wondered if she was going to be able to arch her wrist enough to still maintain finger contact but not touch it, she didn't even make an effort to, and the inside of her forearm made contact about halfway up the length of my penis.

I instinctively froze, holding my breath, wondering how she might react, but she just kept moving inexorably upward, maintaining a slight downward pressure with her forearm, staying in contact with the outline of my cock through my shorts. A dreamy look on her face as she watched the action. Slowly, excruciatingly, she slid her forearm along it until it reached that sensitive place just below the head, then over the lip of the 'helmet,' down the glans to the tip, until, BOING, my dick was released from the downward pressure and sprang back up, sliding across the silky fabric as it did. Nia gave a little giggle, like a child with a new toy.

At that point I had let out a loud gasp, finally exhaling the breath I'd been holding for that whole interminable time. Then I started panting because I was out of breath, while my cock was lightly spasming; you know how it does when you almost come? I tried to will that away and hold back because I wanted my angel to touch it again, even better next time.

"I take it that felt good, baby?" she purred. 'Baby,' I liked that!

"Ohmygosh, Nia, yes!" Catching my breath as she studied my face, my eyes locked on hers. "Will you do it again, but with.....your hand? Just flat like that."

"Sure, Mark. Palm or fingertips?"

A bit of pondering on my part, then, "Palm, I think." Wanting to save fingertips for the next trip. (If I made it through this trip!) Nia flattened her hand and gently shoved it down between my legs (which I opened a bit to give her more room), pressing it against my balls. Unnnhhhh... escaped my lips. My balls aren't especially sensitive (in hindsight, more than knowing it then), but the feel of my lover's warm hand on them was definitely exciting.

She then started another inexorable journey up my penis, this time from the very base, the shaft gliding under the palm of her hand. Allllll the way up, slowly, teasing, until the sensitive spot ("Oh God!"), over the lip, to the tip, and again the release, it springing back harder than before.

Again I looked up as she got to the really sensitive part, gasping out my pleasure and gratitude at the very end. It was then that I noticed the wet spot in my grey silky boxers, and Nia followed my eyes to the same spot. I was embarrassed, but she was intrigued.

Rita, seeing all this, "Nia, do you know what that is?"

Somewhat dreamily, Nia answered, "Yes, I think it's called pre-cum. It's a man's natural reaction to arousal, much as a woman's vagina secretes lubricant."

"That's it, exactly. Someone was paying attention in biology! It's more technically termed 'pre-ejaculate,' or 'pre-ejaculatory fluid,' but you're absolutely right about its function: it's a lubricant to assist the penis slide into the vagina.

"Nia, you can feel yourself down there: do you think you'd need any extra lubricant to be able to comfortably receive a penis at this moment?"

Blushing and grinning, a shy side-to-side no from Nia.

"So Mark, that's what you did to Nia. Your foreplay, giving her that first orgasm, made her vagina receptive to penetration. Because honestly, if it weren't, that little bit of pre-ejaculate produced by your penis wouldn't be enough for you to comfortably enter her. That's why it's so important to get the female partner ready first. Does that make sense, guys?"

Nods and grins from us, then, "Okay, back to it!"

Nia, taking the initiative, started at my balls again, this time cupping them, lightly squeezing them, rolling them around. As she was doing that she did something naughty, outside of what I thought the rules were, and leaning over with puckered lips aimed at the outline of the head of my dick she....blew.

Now I'd heard of blowjobs, and maybe even seen a picture or three (remember, this was 2005 and porn wasn't so easily accessible). And while I was pretty sure that's not what it meant, it felt incredible. First it was cool, blowing on and around the head, then becoming warmer as her breath warmed the fabric and my dick below. That made me thrash about a bit, and made my cock twitch again in a pre-orgasmic jerks.

"Nia...... No mouths yet." At the word yet, which was spoken plainly with no emphasis at all, a vison popped into my head of my sweetheart with her succulent lips just touching that part of me, my dick running lengthwise through the valley of her lips. How delicious that would be just to see, let alone feel! My dick throbbed twice more, nearly touching Nia's lips, which she hadn't moved yet.

Then Nia leaned back like she was supposed to be, fondled my testicles a bit more, then with the pads of just her first two fingers, began another wickedly slow traverse up the length of my dick. Not a lot of excitement between base and head, though that still felt good and was wonderful to watch, especially seeing Nia pensively biting her lower lip while looking at the outline of my penis.

But as she neared the head the anticipation grew. And grew. And grew. My cockhead seeming to grow physically larger with it. With her two fingers directly on that most-sensitive spot just below it, Nia paused for a few moments, feeling the twitching, before moving over the lip to the head. I nearly came at that moment, and I think Nia sensed it, my breath coming in ragged pants, the pads of her first two fingers still planted on the tip of my dick.

Then moving back down, without releasing pressure, she went back to that spot, only this time lightly moving her fingers back-and-forth, lengthwise on my dick, easing the pressure until it was only the silky material rubbing that part of me, then with more pressure until I could feel the imprint of her individual fingers, then lightly again, and......ohmygodthatfeelsgood!

I tried to restrain myself, because I was embarrassed about feeling like a stallion in heat, mad over the pleasure she was driving into my dick, not wanting it to end, but not being able to bear it continuing!

I thought then of her beautiful body, so soft and supple, so lithe and firm, so innocent yet so sensual. I thought of coupling with her, whatever that might feel like, buried in her, hearing and feeling her orgasm beneath me, spasming inside her as my own pent-up desire for her exploded. Holding, squeezing, melting, melding, becoming my lover in an infinite moment of love and joy and rapture.

I was thinking all these delirious things, willing myself to come, when Nia did the most wonderful thing, something I'd found out myself much earlier that I enjoyed. With finger and thumb she lightly pinched that spot just below the head, just a light pinch at first, grabbing just fabric, which made it slide delectably across that pleasure center. Next she expanded the pinch to include some skin, the expanding more until the pressure of her thumb and finger went through the skin and asserted themselves on the solid core of the shaft.

Then back out to just skin, then to just fabric. Then another fabric, so two in a row, then two skins in a row, then two harder pinches on the core. And when I say "pinch," I mean to include the sliding/ejection part too: like pinching something smooth and cylindrical, maybe a fat highlighter, between your fingers and "shooting" it out. That's what she was doing in the last phase, pinching the core, forcing it out past the skin, but keeping the skin trapped at the end of the motion. Then with the skin, just trying to lightly grab it and pull it tight around the core.

Anyway, I was going mad, thrashing about like crazy. In my love and lust I shot my right hand around Nia's back and pulled her tight, trying to hold her close to my side, to feel her, to squeeze her, to let her know the intensity of what she was doing to me.

At that point, when I was so, so close, Nia did something that put me over the edge. She wrapped her hand around my cock just below the head and squeezed. That was it, I was a goner. With a guttural unintelligible sound I arched up from the bed, simultaneously pulling Nia to my chest with my arm on her back, and.....came.

And came, and squirted, and thrusted, and yelled, and froze, and squirted and....somewhere in there Nia began licking my nipple, tracing circles around it, which started me back at zero, with new squirts/spasms to equal the first ones. Then more pumping, groaning, crying out, squeezing her close to me, kissing her hair, thanking her, throbbing again, pumping again, cupping her cheek, and finally, tears.

Tears of pure joy, tears of love, tears of being accepted, tears of being liked-if-not-yet-loved. Tears of my first real experience with a girl, tears of thanks to Candace and Keisha who'd gotten me to this point and made this all happen. Tears of.....probably 10 years of wondering if a girl would ever enjoy doing this with me. Or if I could please her.

And here was my adorable Nia, still holding and slowly stroking my deflating dick, the material soaked through with my seed, still gently suckling at my nipple. Murmuring, cooing to me, making me feel accepted, wanted, desired. Letting me know that she was there for me, that she'd done this for me, and that she'd enjoyed it too.

And amazingly, I didn't have the feelings of guilt as before with the girls after I came. I wasn't ashamed or embarrassed. What I'd just shared with Nia, and what I'd done for her before, were natural expressions of attraction and desire and tenderness between two people who knew and respected each other. I think that was the difference from before with Candace and Keisha: the knowing. [Mark and "the girls" hadn't touched at all, only watched each other.]

I sort of knew Candace and Keisha, but I didn't really know them as I now knew Nia. Even though I'd only known her this one evening, I'd learned so much from talking to her, enough to piece together her childhood, her growing up, her likes & dislikes, some of her hopes and dreams, her plans for the future.

nd beyond that was the physical, the holding hands, the communicative squeezes, the meaningful looks deep in her eyes, the wonder of exploring her body and she mine. Learning each other, empathizing with each other, being tender to each other, expressing caring (if not yet love) for each other.

I had almost none of that with Candace and Keisha. I thought they were nice, but what did I know about them beyond that? Only that they had bangin' bodies and were willing to 'play' with me.

It was this very realization, at this moment, when I knew that that would never be enough for me. If I didn't have a connection with a girl, at least a basic-level knowing of her, and she me, then sex with her would be nothing like it had just been with Nia.

Oh, I could probably go through the motions with no one being the wiser, but that to-my-core, into-my-soul intensity I'd just felt with Nia would be missing.

And that would be sad.

Rita let us lay like that for an indeterminable amount of time. Me on my back, exhausted, spent, drowsy. Nia's right hand still wrapped around my penis through the boxers, her head on my chest, my right arm around her back, hand on her shoulder, left hand gently running fingers through her hair. Her legs intertwined with my right, my left calf sandwiched between her graceful calves.

Perfect bliss. Had I known a meteor was about to strike the hotel I probably wouldn't have moved. I want to die just like this, with you.

But all good things must come to an end, and Rita cleared her throat, somewhat startling me awake (and I think Nia too) and out of my revery.

"Alright, Romeo & Juliet, rouse yourselves and let's talk about what you just experienced."

Nia moved first due to the logistics, letting go of my manhood, wiping her hand on the lower part of my shorts. As she rose she must've seen a bit of drool on my chest, which she self-consciously wiped away. Once she cleared me I was able to sit up, Rita passing me a hand towel to cover my shorts.

With Nia and I sitting side-by-side on the edge of the bed, legs and torsos touching, holding hands again, Rita asked us to describe in one word how we felt about the orgasms we'd each just had, back and forth:

"Fantastic." "Intense." "Soul-moving." "Bonding." "Connecting." "Explosive." "Caring." "Tender." "Thebestthingever!" The last one was Nia, cheating 4 words into one.

"Excellent! Do either of you feel any shame about what you've done?"

We looked at each other, and I didn't see any shame or guilt in her eyes, nor did I think there was any in mine. We both turned back toward Rita with shy smiles and timid Nopes. And simultaneously squeezed each other's hand.

"Good, and you shouldn't! What I saw was two young people doing what comes naturally, perhaps what God intended them to do with their bodies. But there was an extra intensity, wasn't there?" Nods.

"Mark, I know you felt it. Can you describe to Nia what you felt in that moment, and as you laid together afterwards?"

I won't bother you with my dialogue, because much of it was halting, even incoherent, but I tried to describe to her all the feelings I expounded on above. The doubt in my ability to please a woman (she blushed at woman), some doubt in my ability to perform with one, the relief when it had all worked out. The infinite tenderness I felt toward her, the sort of cosmic connection, and the idea that I could've died in her arms like that and been utterly content.

I tried to leave out any notion of 'love' per se, because I knew that was probably just my emotions and hormones running high, and I didn't want to scare her away. Or worse, confess it (or something just short of it), only to find that it wasn't reciprocated.

"Very good, I thought you probably felt those things. It's natural and healthy, and really beautiful."

"Nia, how did you feel? Both when you were the receiver and the giver. Do you echo many of Mark's feelings, or want to share any different ones of your own?"

Nia agreed with everything I said, and her manner, her tone, her looks at me, led me to believe she even shared some of the depth of feelings I had for her. That if it wasn't truly love, it wasn't just lust either. She compared this experience with those she'd had in the past with boys, those who hadn't known her much, who weren't interested in giving her pleasure, but only wanted to paw at her, play with her like a toy. In short, getting themselves off without regard for her pleasure or feelings.

"Excellent! I'd hoped one of you would bring that idea up, that comparison. Because right? When you feel a real attraction to someone, to their mind, to their desires, to their needs, and not just their private parts, then the lovemaking is infused with so much more meaning, isn't it?"

We both agreed, me thinking back to when my foster sister had me pawing at her, trying to satisfy only her needs, with no thought for my feelings or wants. Just assuming I was a boy, so of course I'd go along. But I wasn't wired like that, I couldn't do it like that, anonymous and purely sexual. This though, this connection that Rita had so intricately woven between Nia and I, this is what I needed.

I told Rita and Nia that in so many words, tearing up as I did. (I've always teared up easily, eyes getting watery, that tickling pain in the bridge of the nose.) Nia reached around me with both arms and gave me a strong, long hug, which I returned. And Rita was uncanny in her ability to read people, because when even I was thinking, Okay, we should probably break this off, she spoke up.

"Lovely, you two are so good together! I'm really enjoying watching you blossom in your confidence and sexuality. But Mark, off to the shower with you now! Throw your shorts in the trash, I brought you some new ones. And there's a toiletries kit for you with some necessities. Get yourself nice and clean and smelling good for your lover."

I was surprised by Rita's preparations, but then realized that she knew all along she was going to bring me back here! Or had a pretty good idea, anyway. And the 'interview' was mostly a ruse, maybe just to keep me guessing? Candace probably had a large part to do with that, artfully 'selling' Rita on me, talking up my good points, that she wouldn't be disappointed, etc. That thought made me proud of myself.

But whatever Candace's role, or whatever the reason for Rita's trust in me (was it intuition?), I was glad they'd brought me to this place and time where I was blessed with getting to know Nia like this. Which then had me wondering, Just how many times has Rita done this? She said she was doing research for her Master's degree, after all. And with interracial couples, no less!

But with a, "Go, go, go," I was shooed off to the shower. Forgetting all those previous thoughts, I kissed Nia on the lips (it seemed like the right thing to do) and headed to the shower.

I found the toiletries kit with shampoo and a bar of soap, ditched the boxers, and hopped into the shower. I'd cleaned up down there and soaped all over and was shampooing my hair, eyes closed, when I heard the shower door slide open. Peeking with one eye (I hate getting soap in my eyes), I saw Nia stepping in, looking bashful yet playful.

In almost a whisper, "Miss Rita said I should come join you, since I need to shower too. And it would be fun for us." Giggles as she closed the glass door behind her.

How exciting, my little Nia joining me in the shower! But then I wondered what we were 'allowed' to do in here alone together, and I must've backed away from Nia when she approached me.

"It's okay, Rita said we could soap each other up and....touch each other all over, except the genitals."

I think I said, "Woo hoo!" And my hands, still soapy from shampooing my hair, went straight to her breasts, covering them, rotating atop them, doing circles around them, soaping them up. Then as my fingers were about to directly engage her nipples, I thought to ask, pausing mid-motion, "Is this alright, Nia?"

"Yes, silly! I like it, it feels wonderful."

Then as my hands continued their play, both nipples between thumbs and forefingers, "I'm glad you like them." Pause. "I'm glad you like me."

That stopped me in my tracks and made me abruptly stop thinking about her sexually. But rather as a person, maybe a timid little girl who'd been looking for acceptance, the same as I was. And it made me feel guilty for attacking her breasts as I'd done, though I'd meant no harm.

I had an upwelling of tenderness for her, that urge to protect her and never let her get hurt; certainly never get hurt by me. So I instinctively grabbed her face in both hands, still a little soapy, and looked into her eyes, saying all the sorts of things that by now you'd expect me to say about respect and gratitude and tenderness. And then I kissed her, just gently on the lips.

She broke off the kiss rather abruptly and pushed herself into my chest and body, folding herself into my arms, which I squeezed about her as tightly as I dared. I thought she was crying but didn't want to ask or even mention it. I just held her until she lessened her grip on me.

Then she looked up at me, tears definitely in her eyes, and mouthed/whispered, "Thank you."

My heart melted and I fell head-over-heels for her. We went back to the hug, but after a time I gently turned her around, enveloping her from behind, my hands clasped across her stomach, her bottom pressed into my upper thighs. I just held her like that, the hot water cascading over us, and whispered sweet nothings into her hair and ears, kissing the sides of her face at times.

You may wonder how my phallus wasn't in the way between her and me? It was because this wasn't a sexual moment. I wasn't thinking of having sex with this girl, my Nia. I was only thinking how I could make her feel accepted, wanted, safe, protected, even loved. It was a powerful moment for me, and I think for her too.

But after she'd had enough of that (and I could tell she'd been enjoying it by the way she pressed herself into me, wrapping her arms over mine, murmuring and purring), she slowly disengaged and told me to turn around so she could wash my back. She did a thorough job on my back and legs, spending longer than probably necessary on my butt (which in later years I was told by women was cute).

After she rinsed me off I told her it was her turn, so I traded places with her, putting her under the showerhead, facing the gentle spray, then soaped up her back. But of course I had to get her bottom too, as she'd done mine, and the backs of her legs, and here I started becoming sexually interested in her again. It's only natural, right?

So with her back covered in soap, I freshened up the lather in my hands and began to soap up that beautiful little bottom. Ohmygosh it was divine! More so because I could actually put my hands on it, see it face-on. Which I hadn't done yet, with her or anyone. And much as I liked any kind of breasts, of course I liked most any kind of butts.

Hers was smallish, taut, smooth, firm, and somewhat protruding, not flat like the "white girl aesthetic." It felt magical under my hands, yielding to pressure, yet firm and springy, like those red rubber balls we used to play dodgeball with in PE. I'd occasionally run my hands up the full length of her back on both sides, massaging the tops of her shoulders, then quickly back down for more work on that butt of hers. Needless to say, Mr. Willie was becoming interested.

On my second trip up and back down, Nia spread her legs a little wider, indicating (I guess?) that I should wash back there more thoroughly. I took the hint and while moving my palms down both globes of her ass, pushed the thumbs a little deeper into the crevice between. That elicited a low moan and a further widening of her stance.

Realizing that with her being so short, and my wrists being at an uncomfortable angle when I hadn't even reached the bottom of her butt yet, I decided to kneel behind her. And that gave me a glorious view of that beautiful rump, eye-level when I squatted back on my heels.

I must've let out an appreciative sound, because Nia asked, "You like it that much?"

After hearing a "Heck yeah!" from me, Nia stood up on her tippy-toes and tensed her legs and butt, and oh my God, if I hadn't just come earlier, I might've then. Graceful-yet-sculpted calves, the hamstrings standing out on the backs of her legs, her quads defined out to the sides, then that incredible butt, tightened and lifted now into a nearly perfect ball, the crevice between tightly sealed by her powerful glutes.

I thought she'd mentioned before being a dancer, so I asked and she confirmed it. Asking her to hold that pose, I re-lathered my hands, and starting at her ankles with a firm grip, slid them up her long, graceful-yet-muscular legs. Over the firm calves with 'edges' on both sides, through the hollows of the backs of her knees, then onto the lower thighs.

Then to that place my eyes had first locked onto: where her glutes, the cheeks, emerged nearly perpendicularly from the tops of her thighs. With my hands flat against the backs of her upper thighs and slightly wrapping around them, the crescent between index finger and thumb fitted exactly into the place where those firm hemispheres abruptly attached to her legs.

Further upward motion was impossible without disengaging the webs of my hands from the overhang, and I spent some time there pushing, gauging, analyzing the firmness of her butt, much as I'd done earlier with her one breast. It was amazing: so taut, so firm, that though I might push up enough to lift her off her toes, those cheeks hardly deformed. Magical.

I think I actually said, "Wow," as I reluctantly disengaged, allowing my hands to roam up and over those wondrous protrusions, then stood, administering a light smack on the right cheek as I did.

Nia mock-protested a "Hey!" Then she relaxed and settled down onto her heels, hands still planted against the front wall of the shower. Looking back at me over her shoulder she asked, "I take it you liked that?"

Whatever I might've said, I don't actually remember, I showed her how much I 'liked that' by impulsively moving behind her, bending at the knees, and planting my now-hard dick right between her soapy butt cheeks, grabbing her breasts with both hands, then standing, making it slide up through that wonderful place, until it emerged out the top, trapped between my stomach and her lower back.

"Mark!? I think that might be too much genitals..."

"Sorry, I couldn't help it! It's just so beautiful, and ever since I saw it I've wanted to do that!"

"It's alright, just hold me like this," as she lowered her arms over mine, reaching around to touch my sides and hold me there. I bent my head down and nuzzled into the side of her neck, breathing her in, feeling her skin in the so many places where it touched mine. We stood there in the warm spray, swaying, whispering, giggling, becoming physically closer, melding.

Then the bathroom lights flashed three times and we simultaneously looked behind us toward the door to see Rita, hand still on the switch, an amused aren't they cute look on her face.

"Alright, lovers, time to get out now."

"Awwwwww...!" "Do we have to...?" But these and similar pleadings failed to sway Rita.

But there was a change in Rita: she'd changed into a silky white form-fitting nightgown. With no bra, as I could quite clearly see her rather large nipples protruding through the fabric, lots of cleavage showing above.

Its white spaghetti straps were pulled taut over her very dark shoulders, holding the weight of her chest. The gown was tightly gathered beneath her globular breasts, so that with no bra, the gown and straps had to hold them up and in on their own.

The gown remained form-fit over her abdomen, revealing hints of the toned abs beneath, ending in a gathered waistband atop her high hip line, then flaring out over her hourglass hips, ending mid-thigh. As Scooby-Doo might've said, "Rurr?"

I'd known Rita was "stacked," that was clearly evident under and through her stuffy clothes earlier. But that was a thick, padded affair which hid much of the ebony-wood sculpture beneath. Nia had reached for a towel first and was standing apart from me in the large shower drying herself, while I started to do the same, glancing furtively at Rita's nipples.

Until thankfully she turned to leave, removing that temptation. But that introduced a whole new one as she stepped away: her large, firm butt. While glancing (okay, staring) at that I became aware that Nia had stopped moving mid-toweling and was looking at me in the full length mirror across the opposite wall of the bathroom!

"You are a naughty boy, Mark Livingston! What am I going to do with you?"

"What do you want to do with me, sweetheart?" That got a blush and a turning-away.

"I'm sorry, Nia. I'm a guy and I'm attracted to pretty women, and Rita is quite pretty. Not as pretty as you, of course!" As I went in for a peck on the crook of her neck that she playfully avoided.

"You're attracted to pretty black women, you mean," she said playfully, not-so-lightly punching my arm.

Rurr? Just how much does Nia know about me? Maybe she just said that because Rita studies IR couples?

"Don't worry, I don't mind. I even find it exciting that you like black girls. You didn't grow up around many, and you'd never seen any like this," opening her towel with both arms straight out, striking a sexy pose, hip cocked to one side, "so I get it."

With a big sheepish grin, and probably blushing, I said, "You got me, I'm busted!"

Then I dropped my own towel and scooped her up in my arms, hers still outstretched, our now-dry skins hot and soft and hydrated smashed together between us as I planted a wet, open-mouthed kiss on her. She responded back immediately, and we passionately made out, standing there in the middle of the bathroom.

Impulsively I bounced her up in my arms, catching her with both hands under her bottom, as we continued to make out, her nipples grazing my chest in a maddening way. I had the crazy idea of setting her down on the edge of the sink counter and diving into that sweet pussy with my tongue, but was interrupted by Rita:

"Hey, hey, what's going on in there?! You guys should be dry and out by now!"

I didn't know this until much later, but Rita had positioned herself on the foot of the farthest bed where she could see into the bathroom via the full-length mirror at the foot of the nearer bed: her, to that mirror, to the bathroom mirror, to everything going on in there.

I set Nia down with one last peck on the lips, and wrapping towels around us, we went out to Rita. With sheepish grins.

"Was that exciting, my young lovers, showering together, exploring each other further?"

Rhetorical of course, but we both answered yes, with much giggling and sidelong glances at each other.

"Alright, it's late and we should get some sleep, because tomorrow we have further lessons. That is, if you don't mind missing some of your Monday classes?" Head shakes from us, we didn't mind. At all.

"Good. I have the room until 2, and next is pleasuring each other with your hands, as you did before, but without clothing in the way."

Nia made an inarticulate sound, which I took to connote anticipation.

"And if you both want to, we'll finish with oral pleasuring of your partner." We both nodded yes, Nia more vigorously. I wanted to do that for her, but I wasn't sure if I wanted her to do that for me. Something about putting my engorged penis in my baby girl's mouth.

"So why don't you guys cuddle up in bed, continue talking if you want, learn more about each other, and let your hands and bodies do what feels natural. Only, no overt sexual contact. Got it? Your hands can roam: bottoms, breasts, and nipples [nodding toward me] aren't off-limits, but no hands or lips on other private parts, and no masturbation. Clear?"

Nods and giggles, and a little bit of, "But can we do this? Or can we do that?"

Rita finally finished setting our boundaries, which essentially boiled down to no mouths below the waist and no orgasms, and then said, "Mark, with your endowment, it'll be difficult for it to not make contact with Nia—" (a giggle from Nia) "—so don't even worry about that. It's okay." Vigorous nods from Nia.

"Alright, lovebirds, off with the towels and into bed with you!"

I moved to the far side of the bed, the right side, with Nia on my left. She pulled the covers up over us, all the way over us, like kids hiding under a blanket. We turned on our sides to meet in the middle, nose to nose, feet entwined, free arms draped over the other. It wasn't long before she was kissing me, really just "smooching," close-mouthed.

I heard Rita moving around, blowing out the two distant candles. Then she came between the beds and blew out the candle on the nightstand between, and slid into her own bed.

"You're very cute, Mark," Nia whispered to me, kissing me quickly after saying it.

"And you're very beautiful, Nia." Giggles and more kisses.

"Do you like me? I mean really like me?" Spoken more pensively.

"I really do, yes. Do you think you like me?"

"Yes!" More kisses, a little tongue on the lips, more passionate.

"Would you take me home to meet your parents?"

"I would, yes, but—"

"Oh Mark I'm so sorry!! I forgot for a moment, please forgive me!"

"I do, Nia, I do. It's easy to forget, since people our age always have at least a mom or dad."

"But I'm still sorry, I know it must still be sad for you. You were 8?"

"Yes, 8. But....could we talk about something else instead?"

"Oh yes, of course, I'm sorry I brought it up."

"Don't worry about it, it was a long time ago, and I've done alright. Especially meeting a sweet girl like you."

"Oh Mark!" More kisses, all over my face.

"Nia, would you turn over so I can hold you?"

The words were no sooner out of my mouth than she was turning over, pulling her pillow closer to mine. It was still warm in the room so I took that opportunity to push the comforter down to our knees.

"Do you think you'll be warm enough with just the sheet?"

"With you holding me I'll be plenty warm!"

We settled in, me on my left side, her head on my left arm, her left hand holding mine, my right hand on one of her breasts, her right hand atop it, holding it there. Not just resting it there, but letting me know she wanted me to keep it there.

Down below was a little awkward because of my equipment, and Nia wasn't quite touching me there, but emboldened by the feel of her, and by her acceptance of this and everything else, I decided to complete the embrace as intimately as possible. I released her breast long enough to reach down and pull my semi-hard member up toward me, holding it up and parallel to the crevice of her bottom, then asked her to snuggle back against me.

She must've known better than me what she wanted, because as she slid back she pulled her right cheek up, allowing my penis to nestle deep in the crack, cocooned by her tight bottom. Wow, what a feeling!

With my hand back on her breast, clamped again with her own, her butt enfolding my penis, her lips planting little kisses on the inside of my left arm, and the smell of her hair under my chin, I was absolutely in heaven.

I felt so content, so at peace, so fulfilled by this young girl in my arms. This girl who'd all but said she loved me, as I myself held back uttering the L-word, knowing rationally that it was too soon. But feeling romantically that it was still possible, that we could have a future together.

"What's your mom's name, Nia, and what grade does she teach?"

"Linda, and she teaches fourth grade. She...." Nia snuggled back against and into me even more, I think glad that I wanted to know more about her. Which I guess I wouldn't unless I felt a certain way about her.

And we fell asleep like that, in each other's arms, each feeling a comfort with, and acceptance by the opposite sex we hadn't known before.

"Rise and shine, young people!" The room filled with blinding light as Rita opened the heavy curtains.

I disengaged my right hand from Nia's breast to shield my eyes, my left arm an agony of pins and needles, still beneath her head. We didn't seem to have moved during the night. Nia protested, pulled the sheet over her face, and snuggled back into me, reminding me where my manhood had spent the night.

"Come on, we still have new things to learn!"

As enticing as that sounded, I personally wouldn't have minded staying just like this with Nia (my numb arm notwithstanding). And the way she'd melted into me, putting my hand back on her breast and gently grinding her butt against me, told me she agreed.

Suddenly the sheet was ripped off us, and Rita took Nia's hand, coaxing her up and off the bed. When she finally stood, Nia instinctively stretched. Probably not meaning it to be sensual, but with arms over her head, back arched into a shallow, graceful 'C' shape, and up on tippy-toes, tensing and stretching every muscle from forearms to calves, she looked absolutely divine.

And decadently delicious. Side-on to me while facing the nightstand, her breasts had stretched up and over her chest, making them flatter yet larger-looking. And her bottom, the pivot point between torso and legs, had been smooshed together from top and bottom, forming a carnal hemisphere that begged the attention of hands and tongue.

"Off to the bathroom with you, Nia. Take care of your morning ritual, and make yourself fresh and inviting for your lover, because you know what's coming next!" I'd sat up by now, and Nia bent to kiss me before bounding off to the bathroom.

"I called up room service, so help yourself," indicating the pastries, donuts, fruits, and juices on the dresser.

I dug in, actually famished, and had a mouthful of Danish when Nia came over to me unnoticed and kissed me on the cheek, putting her hand on my bare back as she did. She must've done her hair because it was curly and poofy again, and she looked so sweet standing there wrapped in a towel, knotted just above her breasts and ending just below her bottom. She seemed fully-awake now, animated as she thanked Rita and me for last night, and other more mundane things.

"Mark, you're next," and I headed off to the bathroom, grabbing a glazed donut for the road. I got in the shower, figuring I'd better wash well down there since he'd spent all night encased in Nia's butt and there might've been some sweating. I made sure to soap well around my groin and under my arms. I didn't wash my hair because I didn't want it to be wet for what was coming next, and I'd just washed it last night.

When I came out, towel around my waist, Rita was sitting at the desk writing in her notebook and Nia was in the armchair in the corner of the room, the little table there holding her food and drink as she chattered to Rita about some upcoming thing at the sorority. I grabbed a banana and a chocolate milk and joined Nia by sitting on the far edge of Rita's bed.

Nia trailed off with Rita and engaged me in conversation. I asked her how sororities worked, which she knew a lot about because her mom had been a Zeta Phi. I envied Nia so much because she had her mother to help her get into and figure out college, while I knew no one who'd gone before.

"Alright, back on the bed and let's get to really know each other's genitals."

Nia was up in a flash, nearly knocking over the little table as she ran around the bed, past Rita in her rolling chair, literally jumping into our bed. Flat on her back near the edge, towel still wrapped around her.

"Mark, I think you've kindled something in this young lady! Please join her on her other side, propped on your elbow again."

I did and was soon staring down into Nia's beaming face, which was radiating so much joy, so much expectation, so much caring, that it made my heart hurt. And she smelled fantastic, something different from last night.

"So as before, the man should heighten his woman's arousal first. And you never want to just 'dive right in', but rather start with looks, then words, then kisses, then skin, then breasts, and finally, that most-important place, her womanhood. I see you two have the 'looks' down, so Mark, begin from there."

I told Nia how beautiful she was, how lucky I was to have met her, how she made me feel inside, all that mushy (but heartfelt) stuff, then bent down for a light brush of her lips with mine. Then quickly over her chin, nuzzling into the far side of her neck. Using lips, tongue, teeth, I gently bored into the crook of her neck where her shoulder joined. I did this knowing that my own neck was across hers, trapping her, forcing her to turn her head to the right in order to breathe, which opened up more space for me to work.

After just a minute of that I went back to her lips, which she met hungrily, more passionately than I myself was administering my kisses. As she mashed her mouth to mine, seeking my lips and beyond with her tongue, I used my right hand to undo the knot at the top of her towel, then just teased it slightly open, leaving her breasts covered, but the space between bare.

Bare and open to my gaze as I leaned back up to look down at her, studying her body. I flared the towel out from her cleavage to reveal her stomach, then pushed it all the way off her hips, revealing a thin 'landing strip.' An enticing beacon, a path to that glorious place below, yet to be revealed to me. (Her legs were demurely together.)

Going back to her lips, where she readily engaged with mine again, I began to lightly touch her skin at the neck, just lightly dragging my fingertips across. Back and forth across her upper chest until I reached the towel, then into the gap between, down between her breasts. But teasing her as I let my fingers slip under the flap over her far breast, just until I started to feel the rise of her womanly softness, then I withdrew my probing fingers. Nia hmmmph'd an anguished groan into my mouth. Please go back there.

I continued to draw lazy S's below her breasts, to the limits of the angled towel edges, feeling her panting in her abdomen, until I was nearly to her navel. There I turned my hand 90 degrees and continued downward, side to side again, now unencumbered by the towel at all, so I was able to reach around her sides, squeezing them before returning with a light brush to the other side.

One pass finally met her belly button, which I spent some time exploring before moving on. Below that, as my trips to her sides began to feel the curve of her rump, I dug deeper there, taking as much of a handful as I could before squeezing determinedly, passionately, not just idly as before on her sides. Nia moaned fervidly into my mouth each time.

When one of my zig-zags first touched her pubic hair I was electrified, being the first I'd ever touched. I guess I knew it would be kinky, while the hair on her head was soft and curly from being relaxed or something, but I found its texture delightful, soft and yet springy. As I played there just at the top for several moments, Nia began to spread her legs slightly.

But knowing what I wanted, having quickly mapped this all out in my mind beforehand, I gently pushed her right leg in with my own, forcing her legs closed again. That got an exasperated noise from Nia, but I relished the thought of teasing her at this point, building the excitement.

I walked my fingers down the curly hairs of her landing strip until they felt the rise of her mons. Here again Nia tried to spread her legs, but I pushed back, which forced her legs, still together, to the edge of the bed. No more spreading to be had unless she was willing to drop the left one off the bed.

From her mons I moved out to the tops of her thighs, eliciting another frustrated groan from Nia, I guess because I was moving away, and not toward, where she wanted my hand to be. Where her need was. But like yesterday's exercise in touching here, I took my time, fingertips and nails lightly dragging across her tender upper thighs, down into the valley between, then maddeningly back out and down, away from that burning place where she desperately wanted relief.

But finally, our lips still locked, my left hand having pulled the towel off her right breast and now lightly rolling its nipple between thumb and forefinger (I so love that spongey feel), I gave her what she wanted. I pulled my legs back away from her, and her right leg tracked mine as if spring-loaded, giving me better access to the mysterious space between, the goal of every man and boy throughout time. But I was disciplined and could wait a bit longer.

Starting back at her belly button, I pushed two fingers down her lower stomach, finding her pubic hair but then continuing an inexorable descent to the rise of her sex, then to its top, then finally over, and onto that pleasure nub that I know what looks like from Keisha's lesson on Candace, but have never actually touched myself.

Nia reacted as I'd hoped she would: throwing her head back, breaking our kiss, flinging her left arm over my upper back, pulling me down and into her chest and neck, her hips rising into my two fingers, giving two sharp bucks, then freezing. All the while, the most sensual, erotic, licentious moan/cry/wail came from deep within her, escaping near my ear, making me ecstatic with joy and confidence and love that I'd been able to do this to her. For her.

I just held her like that, but moved my mouth to her nipple, causing her to buck once more against my hand, but then resume the stiffness of her orgasm, moaning and softly crying out the whole time. Saying my name even; what sweet music that was to my ears! Mark, you did this to me, for me! Thank you, my love.

When I felt her begin to un-tense and start to relax beneath me, while keeping my hand there on the center of her universe I pulled back to look into her face, to absorb this moment, to remember what she had looked like when I had done this thing. Like Candace (with Keisha administering the kindness), there was the all-encompassing bliss, the dreaminess, the satisfaction, the absolute contentedness.

But unlike Candace, who after all was an 'experienced' young woman, my Nia was a virgin, and while I'd done this for her through her swimsuit last night, I think the feel of my actual fingers on her clitoris had made it so much more intense for her. More intense because it was with me, someone she knew and respected and trusted. More intense than was Candace's response to Keisha's fingers, because she'd felt that before.

But this, this for Nia was new, and I was glad I'd been the one to give it to her. I think that 'first time' feeling was what made it so powerful for both of us. I had to break away from her tender gaze that I felt I might lose myself in, so I laid my left cheek between her breasts, looking down the length of her stomach to where my two fingers still rested lightly on her clitoris.

And now, curious to feel it, to really touch it, to know it, I let the fingers separate over it, sliding down both sides until it was up between the fingers, the pads of which were now enfolded in the slippery wetness of the upper part of her womanhood. Nia bucked and moaned at that, and I took pleasure in feeling her body do that beneath me.

Very lightly rubbing my fingers together and alternately up and down, I felt the slipperiness and softness of her clitoris. All this touching of course was making Nia jump and twitch, and I enjoyed the sight of her abs clenching each time I tweaked it. But sensing that it was a bit too much for her, like the tip of my penis is too sensitive after I've come, I slowed down and just applied light pressure, on and off slowly, to her clit. She still had her right arm around my upper back pulling me in tight, her left hand softly running through my hair (which I realized must be as new to her as black girl hair was to me).

In this embrace we rested, maybe even dozed, Rita allowing us time to process, to decompress, to remember. And as I laid there I marveled at how quickly Nia had orgasmed. After all, I had hardly just touched her spot, so was there more to it than the physical sensation? Could our connection, short-lived as it was, and her feelings for me (and me her) taken that one brief touch, intimate as it was, and sent her over the edge into orgasm?

I liked to think that was it; that if I'd been a stranger she wouldn't have come so quickly, if at all, depending on the circumstances. Because that extra connection wouldn't have been there; the knowing and understanding, the trust and reciprocity of feelings.

"Alright Nia, do you want to try to make Mark feel that way now?"

Nia shot out from under me, off the edge of the bed, then thoughtfully turned the pillow over, fluffed it up, and laid me out where she'd been.

"Mark, would it hurt too much if you put it between your legs at first?" Nia asked. This will get interesting, I thought, but tucked it between and under my legs, easy enough to do now because it was flaccid again. But later...

"You teased me so mercilessly (but deliciously!) that now I'm going to do the same thing to you, Mister!" She giggled the laugh of a little girl about to open her first present Christmas morning, the same sort of wide-eyed wonder on her face. "And while I do want to get to know it, I don't want it in the way just yet."

"Fair enough, my love, turnabout is fair play." A blush from Nia at 'my love.'

How much to say about what Nia did to me? I'll try to keep it brief, just noting the differences. Probably taking a cue from my roadmap, she started at my lips, kissing lightly, then all over my face: cheeks, chin, nose, forehead, hairline, eyebrows, even eyelids as I had to instinctively close them when her delicious lips moved in toward my eyeballs. All very tender, lingering, probing.

My towel had come off, so no bothering with that, but her right hand began exploring my chest and abdomen, her hand a five-legged spider roaming over me, pressing, probing, pinching-together at times. Then flat-palmed on my pecs and nipples, which received attention between her thumb and first two fingers before her mouth left my face and latched onto my right nipple. Gently suckling, licking, sometimes vacuuming as much of my chest muscle into her mouth as she could.

It all felt nice, very nice, but her tongue on that nipple was what really stimulated me. I mentioned earlier that my nipples seem to be directly connected to the tip of my penis, so that what she was doing there translated straight to the head of my dick, causing it to become excruciatingly hard, now folded the wrong way as it was.

Nia kept up the nipple attention, sometimes tonguing it open-mouthed while staring into my eyes devilishly. Her right hand moved lower down my abdomen, reaching my belly button and beyond. Then into the patch of pubic hair above the V in my groin where my penis should've been projecting vulgarly, then over and around my upper thighs as before.

Much as I had done, Nia pressed her knees against my legs, keeping them tightly closed. But possibly noting my distress, or at least thinking about what must be going on down there, she pulled back and told me to spread my legs and release my cock. (That was the word she used, cock. A thrill ran through me, hearing my Nia, until now so proper, say that somewhat lurid word.) She was still suckling my nipple, but had turned her face down to watch.

I did as she bade, and like a catapult's beam my 'cock' (to use her word) sprang up and forward, bouncing off my stomach with a dull thud before bouncing back and hanging, quivering, a couple inches above. Nia half-giggled, half-gasped, "Wowwww..." I felt good about her reaction, of course.

Now that the object of her desire was within reach, she propped herself on her elbow, reached down and over as if to cup my balls, then looking me straight in the eyes, did just that. My expression must've told her everything she needed to know about how that felt, because she smiled a simple but womanly smile, as if to say, you're welcome.

This was the first time a girl, a woman, had touched me down there, and it felt incredible. Not so much the erotic feeling, because there honestly isn't a lot of that in my scrotum, but the gentleness, the warmth of her hand, and the promise of what was to come. Nia must've seen me staring at her breasts while also studying her face, because she scooched up and placed her left nipple in my mouth, which I accepted hungrily.

At the same time she moved her hand up to the base of my dick, wrapping her hand around it as much as possible, but her dainty fingers didn't come close to meeting her thumb on the other side. I've refrained from trying to describe how thick my dick is, because short of measuring the girth (which I hadn't and still haven't done), and which might be meaningless to the reader anyway, at the time I had no real frame of reference.

These days you read stories about dicks as big around as a Coke can, which I suspect is hardly ever true. Or as big as a girl's forearm, which you sometimes actually see in black-on-white porn (or seem to see; is it a trick of the camera?). But even that must be very rare. I suppose a Red Bull can might be close to the actual case, though probably not quite that thick. And a metal can is unyielding, whereas a penis is somewhat soft and malleable, even in its most turgid state. Suffice it to say that every girl or woman who saw it in those early days was impressed.

While I suckled her breast, Nia relaxed her grip and began to lightly slide the collar of her thumb and forefinger up the length of my dick, touching it ever-so-lightly, but painfully erotically as she made the 8" journey. Actually 7" journey, because she stopped below the head; I could see all this out of the corner of my left eye, beyond her other breast, as she leaned back to watch her handiwork.

Here she squeezed, as she'd done before through my boxers, causing my cock to spasm pre-orgasmically. I could see pre-cum at the tip, and I supposed she saw it too, because she moved her hand just a finger-span below the frenulum and gave it three or four firm, slow strokes, stopping in the up position, when her finger and thumb were against the base of the head. This caused more lubricant to ooze up, and holding that position, Nia disengaged her breast from my hungry mouth, turning to face me full-on.

"Are you ready for this, Mark? I want to give you an orgasm now, and I want to watch your face when you come."

I nodded dumbfounded at her words, drinking in my angel's face, her eyes, her expression, her intent, her caring. Without moving or breaking her gaze from mine, Nia released my dick, gathered the pre-cum at the tip with the triangle of her thumb and two fingertips, then applied it to the space just below the head. Mimicking the motions she'd used last night, rubbing her fingers down and around, then pinching and extruding, then just lightly pinching the skin, she drove me to a quick orgasm.

As it overtook me I tensed up and held it back, staring into her eyes, trying to lose myself in them while simultaneously drawing her into mine. Trying to trade places with her, let her feel the intensity of what she'd just done for me, hoping it would never end. Wishing that Nia's feelings for me would never end.

Then, feeling the pressure build in my scrotum, knowing that release would be coming, but would be so much more pleasurable with her hand fully around my dick, between clenched teeth I groaned, "Squeeze it please!" She did, and the feeling was so warm, so tight, yet so tender, that I let myself go and began to spurt the seed she'd conjured forth.

I didn't feel guilty about it, even though I knew it would go everywhere, because from her face I got the sense that she wanted me to let go, wanted me to lose myself in her touch, in her eyes, perhaps in her soul. She never broke eye contact, though I'm sure she was interested in watching the spectacle for the first time, but instead she stayed connected to me through our eyes, tenderly and lovingly watching me throughout. Experiencing the joy with me, the tenderness at this act of pleasure and mercy, this shared connectedness.

I kept staring into Nia's eyes, her face, as throb after primal throb coursed through my loins, through my penis, past her hand, to dissipate on my chest and stomach. My eyes stayed locked on her, trying to drag her soul into mine, perhaps swap part of each other's. I can honestly say I've never had a more powerful orgasm before or since, this first time of being touched like this by a woman. And not just any woman, but my Nia, the attraction to and connection with her seeming so strong.

"Ohmygod, Nia, thank you so much..." Was all I could get out, breathlessly between giant gulps of air, and lost in her eyes still, not wanting to break the spell.

She just smiled that simple smile again, saying she was glad she could do that for me, and had enjoyed seeing the pleasure it gave me. Grabbing a towel from behind her she spread it cross-ways on my chest and stomach, then laid her head there, looking down my torso as I'd done her.

And as I'd done to her afterwards, she played with me lightly, fondling my still-hard penis, squeezing more cum from it, collecting that with her thumb, then applying it with thumb and fingers as before, but this time to the spongy head as well as the space below.

That felt wonderful, her fondling my slowly-deflating dick with her dainty hand, becoming familiar with its feel, perhaps marveling at it. Rita let us remain like that for a time until we'd collected ourselves. I loved the feeling of Nia across my chest, even through the towel, protecting me, mothering me. I lazily rubbed her back and shoulders, sometimes skirting the mound of her butt, but not squeezing it sexually because I just wanted to feel her and convey to her the fulfillment and gratitude I felt.

At some point I became aware that Rita was kneeling at the bedside beside us, looking lovingly, approvingly, at us. Smiling a knowing smile. Or was it partly a wistful smile, remembering her own first such time? Or had she missed out on this, the newness with someone she truly cared for? Whatever it was, I enjoyed the way she looked at us, her creations. I didn't think her intentions were carnal, and my thoughts toward her at that moment weren't, I was just so happy she'd brought me to this place with Nia.

"Mark, can you make it to the shower? Perhaps you should eat and drink something before you go."

I stood, wrapping the towel the rest of the way around me, lowering it to capture my still-leaking member. After downing an apple juice and grabbing a cinnamon roll, I looked over at Nia. She was under the sheet in the warm place where I'd just been, rolled in a ball on her side, her face half-buried in the pillow I'd just been on, looking at me with what I could only interpret as love. Not desire, not lust, not even curiosity, but just...contentedness, happiness, maybe pride, and a guile-less acceptance of me and my own loving gaze upon her.

I showered while thinking about what was next in Rita's curriculum: oral sex. Despite my earlier misgivings about receiving, after seeing how Nia had enjoyed doing this latest thing with me, I resolved to go through with learning oral sex on and with her. But there was another dilemma: I didn't exactly know how to do it. Could I figure it out on my own? I'd seen still pictures of a man's tongue there, but not video. But it shouldn't be that hard, should it? I mean, I'd hardly known how to even kiss a girl, or touch her all over, or touch her there at all, and that had worked out pretty well.

And Rita would be there to guide me if needed. I thought maybe I wouldn't need it, but it was comforting to know she'd be there. Plus I could always ask Nia if she knew what she liked, or if this felt good, or that, or some other way entirely. I wasn't really worried about displeasing her, because like Candace had said, a tongue on a girl's vagina was bound to feel good at some basic level.

I was mainly concerned that my performance wouldn't live up to my own expectations, my desire and need to give her pleasure in that way. To show her what I was capable of, and what she could look forward to if she and I... In the end I remembered that she and I were here to learn from each other and learn techniques that pleased the other, and up to now I'd say we'd both done pretty well at that without much fumbling about.

I was thinking all this through for too long I guess, just standing under the hot water, because pretty soon Nia came in (naked still) and asked if everything was alright. Realizing they must both think me daft for not rushing back out there to dive between this lovely girl's legs, I shut off the water, quickly dried (Nia watching my slack penis with curiosity), and followed her back out.

"Mark, I was afraid you'd fallen asleep in there! As an aside, for both of you to know, when a man has an orgasm, he's often sleepy afterward. That's due to certain hormones and chemical compounds released in the brain, as well as the pre-frontal cortex slowing down or kind of switching off."

I never knew sex was so complicated on a biological level. I mean, there's the urge to mate for procreation of course, but all this other stuff...who knew?

"Which, Mark, is another reason to please your partner first, so you don't drift off to sleep and leave her unfulfilled."

Nia nudged me at that, saying, "You'd better not" with a big grin.

"Nia and Mark, do you want to proceed on to oral sex?"

An energetic-yet-reserved answer from Nia, and a bit more reserved 'yes' from me.

"Neither of you has done this before, correct? Giving or receiving?" Our two heads shook 'no' in unison, Nia squeezing my hand to reassure me. "And I'm going to go out on a limb and guess that you might both be a bit apprehensive about it, wondering if you can do it well, if your partner will enjoy it?" Two yesses and simultaneous hand squeezes.

"I thought as much. But don't worry, that's normal. And to be honest, there's really no wrong way to do it. Think about it: you've both touched each other in your most intimate places, and that went well, didn't it?" Nods and searching looks between Nia and I, then smiles as we saw the answer in the other's face, then giggling about how it had felt. Both inside and out, giving and receiving.

"And you've both learned how to kiss each other erotically, you didn't need any help with that!"

More giggles and squeezes.

"So just take all of what you've learned from yesterday and today, how to talk to each other, explore each other, to kiss and nibble, arouse each other, how to touch each other to cause orgasm. And now add your lips and tongues into the mix. It'll come naturally, I promise."

See? I knew Rita would make it sound simple and natural. I felt much better about it already.

"There are a few ways for a woman to receive oral sex from her lover, but for this first time, Nia let's start with you on your back, and Mark on her right side as before, up on your elbow."

"Perfect, you two look so lovely together. Have you taken the time to notice your skin tone differences? It's not wrong to notice, or even delight in it. Humans are visual creatures, and differences beyond the normal male/female (breasts, buttocks, hair, scent) should be noted and celebrated. Don't fixate on skin color to the point of fetish, of course, but it's okay to be attracted by it, to recognize it, even to be aroused by it."

Nia and I grinned foolishly at each other as I studied her almond eyes, high cheekbones, and light mahogany skin. Some of the attributes that made her different from me, that made her black to my white. I supposed she was studying my brown hair, blue eyes, aquiline nose, pink skin, and freckles that pointed to my Northern European heritage. Different on the outside, yet the same inside: two young people just looking for affirmation and acceptance, even wanting to be desired by another.

"Mark, you remember how to begin: affirmation, permission, touching, kissing, then when you're comfortable..."

"Nia, I think you're an incredible girl. Smart, funny, tender, nice, beautiful... May I give you pleasure in this new way?"

With a look of seriousness that surprised me, she searched my face, perhaps looking for my motivations, my intentions, for the thing that made me want to do this to her, for her. Which after all, was the next-most-intimate thing a man can do with a woman short of...that. When she was convinced that I was doing it mainly for her pleasure, and not because I cravenly wanted to, as if she were simply a plaything, only then did she say yes.

Permission thus granted, I began much as before, but with more excitement and urgency than before. I still kissed her lips, face, neck, and breasts while letting my free hand roam her belly and legs and the fuzzy place above her womanhood. But I was more direct, more concise in all those things, because this time I didn't want to keep her waiting.

And I didn't want to build her up so much as before, so that she might orgasm when my tongue first touched her clitoris. I wanted to build her up to that with my tongue down there; to taste her, smell her, please her before the finale.

I began to suckle her right breast, my head facing down her body to help guide my hand. As it meandered in and through her pubic hair, Nia began to spread her legs wider, which this time I allowed and welcomed. Using a light touch with just my middle finger I went up and over her mons, very lightly over her clitoral hood (small gasp there), and to the folds of flesh below, which I found already swollen, separated, and moist.

I hadn't gone this far down before, so I explored this new territory for a time. When my finger ran out of room at the bottom I brought it slowly back up until reaching the clitoris again, which I knew by the jump it elicited, before really feeling the soft protrusion of it on my fingertip She was well-lubricated, so I paired my index finger with the middle and traversed downward again, this time with a little more pressure, letting my fingers channel deeper into her furrow.

Feeling that her inner labia were probably at maximum extension, I added a third finger. Moving back up I pressed all three against her lips, the middle one slightly deeper inside her moistness than the two outside. Nia moaned at this, pulling my head more tightly to her breast with a free hand. Keisha had told me that the labia were sensitive too, so I wanted to explore that idea with my fingers. I was careful not to touch her clitoris much though, saving that for my tongue.

I kept up the slow up-and-down with three fingers against her pussy lips, while I released her breast from my mouth to trail sweet kisses down her belly. She was running her fingers through my hair, not pushing, letting me go at my own pace. But when I paused at her belly button because I wanted to kiss and lick there, she did try to push my head further down toward her place of greatest need.

I resisted a bit, but then let her have her way, my lips soon finding her pubic hair, then with kisses and even some bites, I worked my way through that soft and inviting area, the gateway to the treasure below.

From there I could finally see what my hand was touching, because remember, I'd not really seen her there yet. And what I saw was the most beautiful part of her I'd found yet: her velvety inner sanctum, the clitoris atop the valley of her womanhood, inner labia swollen and blooming outward, over the puffy outer labia, all brown and sepia tones.

But the between place, her womanflesh, was pink and wet and inviting, beckoning a man to put his organ there, to receive pleasure while giving the same, to ultimately deposit his seed deep inside to procreate life in her sacred womb.

Yeah, all that flowery stuff, but it was sexy as heck too. As I moved my mouth lower, trying to reach her clit, I realized this wasn't going to work and that I needed to be in front of her, facing her, able to bury my face between her legs. Able to lick and lap and nuzzle and bite and tease. Able to consume her.

So I moved myself between her legs, which she instinctively spread. Then drawing her knees up and back and tucking her small feet beside her bottom, she presented herself to me as an altar at which I should worship. I laid on my stomach, up on my elbows, and for a space of time just looked at her most-private of places, a place that perhaps no other man had seen so closely, so aroused, so fertile, so youthful.

For though I thought of Nia now as more woman than child, the truth was that she was as much a child as I. And though she had the fully-developed imprimatur of a woman there between her legs, the surrounding flesh and the mind were still those of a girl. A girl who, though wanting this moment to occur, must still be afraid: afraid of non-acceptance, rejection or betrayal, afraid due to the awesome responsibility of owning this treasure, this giver of life. Afraid of what a boy/man such as I might do to possess it.

I think I saw some of those feelings on Nia's face as she strained her head up to look down at me, judging my reaction, ready to flee in tears and embarrassment if I demonstrated the slightest abhorrence. But of course I didn't; it was the most incredible and awesome thing I'd ever seen. Not just its physical characteristics, but her offering it to me, her vulnerability, her desire that I should do this thing.

I leaned in and planted my closed lips full-on to the lower part of her vagina, over the opening to that life-receiving-and-giving tunnel. Nia moaned and laid back, satisfied at my initial offering. I remained still for tens of seconds, feeling the heat of her most intimate place on my lips, smelling the earthy-sweet floral funk of her, just being, melding, becoming one with her at that interface between us.

Then driven by the desire to taste her, I snaked my tongue into her, French-kissing her vagina as if it were her mouth. My hands took up positions on each of her hips, holding her tight as I tried to bury my tongue and mouth inside her. I can't really say what Nia was doing or saying or feeling during that time, as I was too engrossed in exploring her, in knowing her in this way that was so intimate, so nurturing, so loving.

But I did eventually pull back, studying her more, before going back with long flat-tongued licks from bottom to top, trying to cover the lips with my tongue, gathering her secretions and spreading them and my saliva over her swollen labia. But I avoided the clitoris for now, still saving that for later. Though Nia seemed to be enjoying this, I stopped to ask if it felt good.

"Mmhhmmm, yes, don't stop..."

So I continued that for a while, before impulsively sucking her inner labia, both lips, fully into my mouth. That brought a deep groan from Nia, and an arching of her back. With those lips inside my mouth I played with them with my tongue as I had earlier with the lips of her mouth, though the orientation was different and a bit hard to figure out. But with Nia writhing beneath me I figured I was onto something.

Releasing the suction, I pulled back to again just admire her vagina, to see if my work had caused any visible change. I think it had, because her inner labia seemed more swollen and splayed further open, if that were possible. Next I turned to the right and sucked just the left one between my lips, running my tongue back and forth along its length. After repeating on the other side I asked Nia if that felt good. Breathlessly, she said it did.

Remembering Keisha's lesson on Candace about other erogenous zones, I realized I hadn't done any of that. So I snaked my left hand around Nia's leg and up to her right breast, where I softly palpated it before toying with the nipple. Getting positive feedback, I placed a soft kiss directly on top of her clitoris. Not sucking, not open-mouthed, not licking, just pursed lips planted firmly on her pleasure button.

"Oh my God!!" She arched herself up, holding my head in that spot with her left hand. I couldn't see much of her at that point, but through my lips and hand I felt her quivering, jerking occasionally, as I kept the pressure on but with no movement of any kind. I don't think she came then, but she was close.

"Did you like that, my love?" I had pulled back to look up into her eyes.

Have you ever watched someone taste something really delicious for the first time? That Oh my God, I didn't know something could taste that good! look on their face? That's what I saw on my sweet Nia's face, that Holy cow, where has this been all my life expression.

She had reached down with a hand to replace my lips that weren't on that spot anymore, but I gently pushed it back, saying, "Let me do that for you. Do you want to come now....?"

I had wanted to add, "...or let me do the other a little more?", but Nia was nodding so frantically, emphatically, that I was afraid she would hurt her neck, maybe pull a muscle. She literally writhed on the bed, my left hand still working her nipple.

So I went back in with a flat-tongued stroke from all the way at the bottom of her vagina, sloooowly up until reaching the clitoris, then pointing my tongue and flicking up and over it, through it, pushing it up and letting it spring back as my tongue passed. That caused Nia to jolt violently, so I figured I'd better back off on the pressure there next time.

Another journey from bottom to the top, but this time I kept my tongue flat near the end and let it pass over her clitoris with the same pressure as the trip up, the pressure wider and more-diffuse now. That got a very appreciative mmhhmmmmm, so I figured that was better for her. Then a few more of those, increasing the pressure a little each trip. When she was squirming delightfully under my tongue I added a third erotic input.

Working my right hand up against her bottom, I used the thumb to massage the labia and the shallowest depths of her vaginal canal. I didn't penetrate too deeply because I'd heard of hymens and certainly didn't want to break hers. But I tried to mimic the motion of my tongue, starting just under her clit. My left hand was still working her nipple, sometimes lightly, sometimes pinching and twisting a bit, which she seemed to enjoy.

After watching my thumb plow gently through her furrow a few times, noting the sponginess of the labia and the slickness from within, I applied my lips again to her clit. This time in a 'whistle' pucker, pushing in until the clitoris was firmly between my lips. Nia nearly went mad at this, thrashing and humping herself into my face, holding my head down with both hands.

It seemed natural to suck the clitoris as I'd sucked her nipples, so I started doing that. Very gently at first, just suctioning it enough to cause it to move up into my lips further, then releasing. I didn't need stop to ask Nia how that was feeling, because her body had already let me know. Being an engineer, I like things to be precise and repeatable, so I soon settled on a pattern of five suctions, each a little stronger than the last. After five, back to level one, sucking in just barely.

Nia's legs had folded in some, starting to pin my head in place and muffle my hearing. But I could still hear and feel her moans through her body. When I thought she was close and couldn't stand much more of this I started flicking her clit with my tongue. About a second apart, not too firm, but getting stronger each time. This was driving Nia absolutely wild, and her legs were now firmly clamped against my head, not letting me go.

After several of these cycles Nia started frantically bucking her groin against my mouth, so I figured I ought to speed up the licks and the pressure of each. My right thumb was still stroking her opening, alternating side-to-side now, going a little deeper, feeling a lot wetter. My left hand was still on her breast, alternately squeezing it and rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger.

Nia was like a bucking bronco I was trying to stay on. Her thighs had my head locked in place, and her bucking against my lips was just short of painful. But I enjoyed that she was in that state, that I had put her there, and I did my best to maintain the three points of stimulation I had, without overdoing any of them.

Soon I felt more than heard "the groan" building in Nia's body. She'd grabbed me by my actual hair now and was pulling my face into her, simultaneously rubbing her pussy against my lips. So far down and back up that my thumb slipped out each time. Then she erupted into her orgasm, and as before, arched her back and froze, holding my head firmly in place as she came.

I knew enough from masturbating myself that at that moment a lot of stimulation isn't usually wanted, so I stopped the tongue action and just suctioned her clit into my mouth. My thumb I just firmly pushed into the valley of her lips as far as I dared (up-and-down the length, not 'into'), and my left fingers just lightly touched the nipple, letting her know they were still there, but not doing anything.

After several seconds of that orgasmic locked-up state, Nia fell back onto the bed, let her knees flop out to the sides again, but with her hands still on my head (she'd let go of my hair at least). She began to slowly rock her pelvis against my lips, which I held stationary, even stopping the sucking motion. I held my right thumb still also, and just let her rub herself against it and my lips. The most sensual, delicious sounds escaped her mouth during that time: mmmmmm's and ahhhhhh's and oh yesses. Even oh Mark a few times, which was a turn-on to hear.

When she stopped moving, I disengaged my mouth and looked up at her. Again, that blissful, dreamy, what did you just do to me look on her face. She was cradling my face in her hands, caressing my cheeks and playing with my earlobes. The look of sheer gratitude on her face was incredible, a look that told me she'd probably never experienced anything like that, probably never even imagined it was possible to feel that way.

"Kiss me," she demanded, so I eagerly slid up her body, wet with sweat, and mindful of where my penis was (because it was now fully erect), I reached her mouth and gently kissed her, close-mouthed. She accepted that, but soon began kissing me back more passionately, opening my lips with her tongue, seeking out mine. It occurred to me that she must be tasting herself on my mouth, but that didn't seem to bother her, and she kept at that for a while.

The length of our respective torsos, and the fact that I'd only slid up enough to just reach her lips, meant that my dick wasn't against her vagina, but it was close. Close enough that I worried about her getting pregnant if it touched her there, because of the pre-ejaculate fluid Rita had told us about, and how it might contain a few sperm. So I disengaged from her mouth and slid down far enough to lay my head on one breast, my hand cupping the other. I just laid there atop her, listening to her breathing, her heartbeat, her contented purring, as she came down from her high.

And as I laid there, feeling the heat of her body, knowing what it had just been through, and that I was the cause of it, I was the happiest man in the world. I mean, as I've said before, Nia was a girl you wanted to care for and protect, but 'caring for' can also mean 'doing for.' And I'd been able to do this thing for her, give her that powerful of an orgasm that maybe she'd never had before. It made me feel proud and just good all over to have been able to make her feel that way.

Presently Rita said softly, "Wow. Mark, are you sure you've never done that before?"

At the sound of her voice I'd instinctively moved off Nia and to her right side, up on my left elbow, as we'd done before. "No, ma'am. Not that I remember anyway..."

Laughs from Nia and Rita. Then Rita, "Well I think you'd remember that! And the girl you did it to would probably still be your girlfriend!"

A look down at Nia told me that she'd be my girlfriend after that. I'd mostly thought she felt that way before, but this was somehow different, her look saying if you can do that to me again, and again....then heck yeah I'll be your girlfriend! That made me really proud, and made me want to do that to her again, and again...and again.

"Nia, have you caught your breath enough to talk? Would you like to say anything to your beau?"

A beatific smile lit up her face, her eyes dancing and sparkling as she said, "Mark, that was fantastic! Wow! I mean, I....I've touched myself efore and had orgasms, but I never imagined in a million years it would feel so much better with a mouth there instead of my fingers. But wow, it sure did. That was without a doubt the best orgasm I've ever had. Thank you."

She leaned up to kiss me, hooking her left arm behind my neck for support. Not a passionate tongue-wrestling kiss, but more a mashing-together of lips, with some nibbling and licking, until she broke away with a kissy-face *smack* and fell back on the pillow. I lightly ran my hand from breast to breast and back and said, "You're welcome. And thank you for letting me do it for you." Big smile from Nia, her right hand coming up to cradle my cheek.

"I'll say it again: you two are so lovely together. I'm so glad I got to work with you. But now come and drink something, eat if you want, and get ready for Mark's turn."

That made my erection, which had started to subside, begin to grow again. But it also started that internal dialogue again, the one where I felt guilty having my Nia put her mouth on my...thing. I mean, should I be doing that with this sweet young girl I met only yesterday? If you couldn't tell, I'm a better giver than receiver, feeling guilty for even wanting, let alone asking for something like that.

But I resolved it in my mind that I had felt great doing it for Nia, so she would probably feel good doing it for me. And if she wanted to, and no one was forcing her to, then why shouldn't I let her? Nia had hurried off to the bathroom and closed the door, while I sat eating a donut, thinking these thoughts.

"It's okay, Mark. She wants to do it for you, there's nothing to be ashamed of in letting her." How does she do that? And again, the tearing up of my eyes, the burning in the bridge of my nose at this gentle acknowledgement of the thing I'd been wrestling with.

"You enjoyed doing that for her, didn't you? So let her enjoy doing it for you. There's nothing dirty about it, or taboo; it's just another way for a woman to express her love to a man. You wouldn't deprive her of that, would you?" No, of course not, as I shook my head no.

"Good, then just let her. Accept it for what it is: a love offering to you, an expression of her fondness and desire for you." I was feeling better about it, but there was one thing I still couldn't get past. And as I thought that through, a look of revulsion probably crossed my face.

"Are you worried about your ejaculate when you come?" Yes!, on the inside, but I just nodded on the outside. "Well don't. I'll talk to her, and when it's time, just let her be in control, don't force it either way. Okay?"

"Okay." Knowing what she meant by "either way," and being embarrassed by it.

Rita went to the bathroom door, knocked, then hearing a faint, "Come in," she went in and closed the door. Great, now she's in there talking to my girl about what to do with 'it' when I ejaculate! More guilt and embarrassment. I should leave so as not to put her through this! But shortly they exited the bathroom, Nia first, and I hadn't run away.

"On your back, mister!" Nia said playfully, but sternly nonetheless. I obeyed, my penis at full mast, hovering over my stomach, the head glistening with pre-cum. Nia took up position on my right side, leaned in and kissed me. Then started running her free hand over my chest.

"Nia, aren't you forgetting something?"

"Oh yes, ma'am. Mark, may I touch you all over and pleasure you orally?" Extra sultry emphasis on that word, an impish grin on her face. I could only nod dumbly, thinking, This is really happening...

Nia returned her free hand to my chest, dragging fingernails back and forth, stopping at nipples to tweak and pinch. She leaned down and began passionately kissing me, open-mouthed. She was all up against my right side, legs entwined over and under my right, and I could feel the heat of her muff on my thigh. Her left breast was mashed against the side of my rib cage, but her right breast and nipple tantalizingly grazed my chest as she worked.

Her hand moved lower, across my upper abdomen, still back and forth, backs of fingernails when pushing across, pads of her fingers when drawing back. Slowly, slowly creeping down to where my penis was hovering. Here she turned her head a bit so she could watch out of the corner of her eye, careful to not touch it yet with her hand or wrist.

"Is this turning you on? Oh it is? Well what if I touched you further down..." And with that she flattened her hand and ran it down my stomach, under my levitating dick, and into the patch of pubic hair. Reaching that, she kept moving down until almost at the base, then curved around on the side closest to her, ending by cupping my testicles, gently rolling them.

"Do you like this?" Giggles as I nodded fervently. "Let's give your mouth something to do."

She hiked herself up and planted her left breast on my lips, which I gobbled in hungrily. From yesterday when I first did it, to today as a grown man, sucking nipples has always been a huge turn-on for me. I can go from soft to fully hard in just a minute or two of doing that, without even touching it.

So now imagine that my girl is letting/making me do that while she plays with my balls and the tender skin around the base of my dick. If I hadn't just come earlier I think I would've been a goner at the lightest touch. But I also think Rita planned it this way, and for just that reason.

"What do you want me to do, baby?"

"I want you to touch it, like before."

"But is that all you want me to do..." As she grabbed hold of it near the base, stroking slowly.

"Unhhhh. No, Nia, I want you to....to kiss it. Maybe lick it?"

"Like you did for me? You want me to kiss it and lick it all over? Remember how you teased me and did it slowly, making me squirm? Do you want me to do it like that to you?" Here her hand had moved higher, about midway up.

"No. I mean yes! [Thinking that's what she wanted to hear.] I mean, do it however you want to."

Nia laughed kindly at my confusion, at the state I was in. "I've never done this before, like you'd never done it before either, to a girl. So I'll just do what seems best, but you let me know if it hurts or anything, okay?" And now her hand was just below the head, a light grip, just barely moving up and down.

"Yes ma'am, whatever you do will be good!"

"Maybe I should practice on something smaller first: put your finger on my lips." My left hand obviously, since my right was around her back, pulling her breast into my mouth. I put my left forefinger on her lips, which she planted a wet kiss on the tip of.

"Do you think that would feel good, if I kissed it like that?" She'd stopped stroking me and was just holding it now. I hoped she'd felt the twitch that kiss sent through me.

"Yes, that would feel awesome!"

"Well how about this, then?" She wet her lips again, then took my finger into her mouth up to the first knuckle, just suckling like a baby, no tongue. Another jolt ran through me, and I allowed as how that would feel incredible.

"But do you think you could stand it for very long if I did this?" Here she took my finger back in her mouth and proceeded to do lewd things to it with her tongue: licking the tip, the bottom and sides, and finally, running circles around it with her tongue. Between me sucking her nipple, her left hand playing with my nipple (I hadn't noticed when she'd started that), her softly squeezing my dick, and now my finger in her mouth being fellated, I was squirming as she'd been earlier, pumping my cock through her hand, vacuuming in more of her breast.

She abruptly disengaged from me everywhere and sat cross-legged beside me. The lack of any kind of touch from her made me long for it to return. Anything, anywhere. "Do you want me to do all those things with my mouth to your cock now, sweety?" She actually said cock again!

"Yes please, yes please, yes please!"

Nia laughed out loud at that, with a look that said, Alright, you'll get your wish, mixed with a little, You naughty boy!

"I will, then. But first I want you to feel how excited I've become just doing this to you." Like an idiot I reached my hand to her forehead like I was checking for a fever, and she said, "No, silly! Down here. Feel how wet I am." She grabbed my dick again, now stroking up over the head a little.

I could see between her legs that her lips were swollen and wet, so I reached in with my first two fingers to the bottom of her slit and ran them up, going a little deep inside, and over her clit as I finished. She jumped there. I looked at my fingers to see that they were absolutely drenched, as if I'd just dipped them in water. She was at least as wet as when I'd finished with her before!

"See!? Just like it excited you to pleasure me orally, it's doing the same to me just thinking about doing it!" That was such a sweet thing to say. Likely prompted by Rita's private chat with her, but still, I knew she meant it.

Nia laid across my stomach, her back to me, supporting her weight with her left arm on the other side of me, simultaneously scooching her back and butt toward me, raising her right leg and flopping it out.

"Can you reach my vagina from there?" I could, and after a little maneuvering we found a comfortable position where her mouth was directly over my dick, and I was able to easily access her pussy. "I guess it's not really fair, because I didn't touch you while you were licking me, but this feels good. Is it okay?"

"Oh yes, it's quite okay." I looked at Rita for confirmation, that we weren't breaking some rule, but she just nodded. "I like the hot, wet feel of you down here. What do you want me to do?"

"I think just rub it slowly and softly, like you did before. Maybe keep time with me as I'm working on this guy [shaking it], and...I don't know, Rita: would it be okay if Mark tries to make me come when he comes?"

"I love this! Yes of course it's okay! Do what feels natural to you. Simultaneous orgasms are a later subject, but yes, if you can pull it off like this you'll find they're very powerful."

"Okay, baby, let's try for that, shall we? Let's be receptive to the other's state of arousal and see if we can orgasm at the same time. Sound good?"

"Yes, that sounds very good! I'd love to hear you come again, and if you do it while your mouth is on my penis, wow!" About 30 seconds went by as she slowly stroked me and I gently rubbed her. "But I have to tell you, I'm really close right now, so...."

"That's okay, baby. I'm really close myself. I can't wait to feel and taste your big dick with my lips and mouth!" She wants to taste it. Oh my god...

Nia leaned in and planted a sloppy-wet kiss on the tip of my dick, holding it there. A nuclear bomb went off in my head; fireworks, lightning, any kind of descriptor you can think of, it was happening in my brain. The heat and softness of her lips on my most private place was almost unbearable, and it twitched three or four times. That led me to speed up my attention on her pussy, focusing more on the clit, which caused her to start to grind against my hand.

Then my lover, keeping her lips fairly tight, slowly pushed down over the spongy head, going maybe just halfway down the head. Wow! So much better than the rough skin of my hand. She just suckled there a little bit, no tongue yet, as she'd done before on my finger. I thought I was going to lose it, but I tried to hold back because I wanted to feel her tongue on it next. To convey that to her, I slowed down my hand on her womanhood.

Letting go with a *pop*, Nia craned her head back toward me, "Was that good? Did it feel like you thought it would?"

"Better than I thought it would! Ohmygosh, Nia, your lips are so soft and warm... I have no words to describe how good it felt."

Giggling, Nia bent back to her work, this time holding my dick nearly vertically, then licking from just below the head to up and over. First here, then a little farther around, then back this way, covering about 180 degrees of the shaft with upward licks of her warm and wiggly tongue. If I'd thought I was going to lose it before, now I was excruciatingly closer, and I think my body language conveyed that to Nia, my hand on her speeding up.

"I take it that felt good?" Eyes sparkling with mischief. I couldn't even answer, only nod. And plead with facial expressions and gestures that she go back to that.

"You want more of that? Later there'll be time for more like that. But right now...you've got me almost ready to come, so I want to send you there too." She'd been stroking me gently this whole time, keeping me on edge. "So now I'm going to do to it what I did to your finger earlier: take it in my mouth (as much as I can!) and swirl my tongue around it. Okay?"

Okay?!? YES it's okay! Just hearing her tell me what she was going to do was more erotic than the thought of her doing it. Or maybe even what it was going to feel like.

"Okay, just keep doing me like that and, here we go!"

She repeated the closed-lip kiss, the inexorable slide down the head, enveloping it with her succulent lips, then kept going past where she'd gotten before. I couldn't see any of this, her back to me, so I could only image how my white/pink dick looked sliding between those ruby lips set in her auburn face. She got the head all the way in, which I wasn't sure she'd be able to, then went an inch or so further, taking in that place below where the circumcised foreskin had been.

She held that position for a few moments, panting through her nose. She started rubbing herself against my hand more vigorously, which I took as a cue to speed up my movements, and make sure her clit was sliding easily between my first two fingers. She was so wet it was crazy!

Then she did it: she flicked out her tongue and touched the tip of my dick. Quickly, lightly, tantalizingly. That caused me to jerk up a bit involuntarily, which I thought might've driven my dick another half-inch into her mouth. That wasn't my intent, so I blurted out, "Sorry!" But Nia did it again, then again, and again, being ready each time for my reflexive jerks.

Then, wherever her right hand had been on my shaft before, I don't remember, she moved it to just below her lips, clamping it firmly. Working her own lust-filled organ more feverishly against my hand I could tell she was close, really close. Then she delivered the coup de gras: she started licking circles around the head of my dick inside her mouth! Slowly at first, then faster as she got accustomed to the motion.

Sweet Jesus, I didn't think anything could feel so good! I now knew why she'd clamped her hand like she had, (Maybe Rita had taught her that?), because all my dick wanted was to be thrust further into that tight, hot mouth with its maddeningly swirling tongue, to feel that sensation along its whole length. And while I would've chivalrously tried to not do that, sometimes animal desires trump gentlemanly intentions. And when you've got a hot girl like Nia clamped on the head of your dick, doing devilish things to it with her tongue, niceties tend to go out the window.

I could feel my orgasm building, that tension rising and swelling, striving for the plateau that would release the pent-up sexual fervor. Simultaneously, I felt Nia writhing more, heard her panting more loudly through her nostrils. And then, so deliciously, she began to moan out her orgasm into my cock. The vibrations were transmitted directly into the head of my dick, from there to the pleasure center of my brain, and put me over the top.

As I held back at the apex, relishing that between-life-and-death feeling, Nia tightened up and froze: her orgasm was on her. Her stuffed-mouth scream/groan was channeled directly into my dick, and with that now-becoming-familiar sense of accomplishment, that I'd done that for her, to her, I let myself explode.

There was a momentary thought of No, I can't come in my baby-girl's mouth! But Rita had said to let her drive, and she seemed to want this, so I let myself go. Inside her mouth. So erotic, and so tender.

It must've been for Nia, because when the first shot hit her mouth she unfroze and started rubbing my hand again, simultaneously jacking me with her hand, bobbing her head up and down, taking more of my dick into her mouth. And not just up and down, but also twisting her lips around my dick, her hand counter-rotating, her tongue inside going wild on the head.

I didn't know it at the time, because I was lost in the infinite pleasure of that eternal moment, but Nia must've been steadily swallowing to keep up with the flood of semen my dick was giving her. Poor thing! But what if I hadn't just come earlier!?

Whether she liked it or not, the taste, the consistency, whatever, I couldn't say then, but she didn't disengage. As my spasms died down with hers, and as she slowed her humping of my hand, she likewise slowed down her assault on my dick. She'd gotten what I thought was quite a bit of it into her mouth, though again, I couldn't see. I can't say I felt the back of her throat or anything, but she had a mouthful. And she kept it in her mouth, sucking, suckling, lazily licking while the hardness abated and the spasms finally stopped.

Eventually she rolled over onto me, stretched out on top of me, and looked at me, into me. Looking for affirmation I think, that what she'd done was 'good enough'. I had no words. I was overwhelmed with gratitude, wonder, and joy. So rather than try to say anything, I cupped her face in my hands and pulled her up to me, wriggling beneath her to help her scooch up, and kissed her full on the lips. Holding her there, our nostrils sharing air as we wound down, our hearts beating a staccato duet against each other's chests.

After a time Nia slid down to my right side, resting her head on my shoulder, her free hand holding my deflating penis, idly playing with it. Squeezing, bending, even hefting it, comparing its state now with the one prior. As boys, we've played with our dicks all our lives, but girls until a certain age don't have one to play with, so I imagine she was rather enthralled with the whole thing. The dichotomy between soft and hard, and then soft again, but chubbier now in its spent state.

"You guys! You did it!! Simultaneous orgasms! That's something people fantasize about and strive for, but it seldom works out. But you guys did it on your first try! I'm so proud of both of you."

And Rita did look terribly proud of us, maybe like a mother when her little ones speak their lines well in the school play. No, more like the mother seeing her beautiful young daughter standing beside her handsome young suitor, both in their Senior prom garb. She knows her little girl is grown now, that she must go out into the world and find her own path, the mother passionately hoping it'll be one of joy and affection and bliss.

For I think Rita was done with us. That's what her look and manner conveyed to me. She'd said this was as far as she'd be taking us, which I'd taken to mean 'this time,' but then maybe later for the other. But now I saw in her look that no, she'd never intended there to be a later.

Having come this far with each other, she knew we could figure out the culmination on our own. That we didn't need to have 'mother' there explaining and watching during that most tender of acts. Her little girl was grown, and her young suitor was a fine man who would treat her well. So both fledglings could be nudged from the nest now, free to grow and learn and live on their own, her job done.

Yeah, maybe I'm too romantic, but that's what I wanted to believe. And that's what I wanted to be, the fine young man who could be allowed to take responsibility for the mother's daughter, a daughter like Nia, this tender girl who'd done so much for me, given me so much these past two days. And allowed me to give to her.

But then a sad thought: what if it didn't work out with Nia? We were both still so young after all. But I knew in my heart that if it wasn't Nia, then I could this feel this way with another woman who was at least as kind and caring as her. She'd always be my first true love, but there could be others. I think that the confidence Rita had said we'd feel in ourselves after this process was what let me think that way. Sad, bittersweet, yet full of promise.

Rita clearly wanted us to rise, and I couldn't speak for Nia, but I personally couldn't move. Like, I was too exhausted to move just then, to sit up or even assume the "on your side" pose we'd always done before. She may've been the same way, because she didn't stir either, or she just may've wanted to prolong the cuddling.

"You guys are 'done,' I can tell. But it feels wonderful, doesn't it? Think of all the things you've done since yesterday: the talking, the getting to know, the touching, the teasing, then the erotic touching, through clothes and then bare. And now this, performing this act with your partner who you care for, feeling their tenderness and passion transmitted to you through both their giving and receiving."

A pause while Nia and I simply laid together, feeling together, joined in a new way. I liked and agreed with what Rita was saying, but I almost wished she wasn't talking, so I could concentrate all my senses on Nia: how she felt against me, her breathing, the smell of her hair, the way she was idly still touching me down there, not sexual now. This was bliss, if ever there was.

Rita let us lay together while she caught up in her notebook. Maybe 15 minutes later, Nia I think asleep, and me almost, she finally roused us. It was just past noon.

"What do you think, should we call it a day and go home?"

Grudging groans from Nia and I of course, but we slowly roused ourselves. But not before Nia leaned in for another kiss. Not a passionate one, but a simple I love you kind of kiss, held for longer than normal. I felt so....complete?...in that moment.

That's a much-abused cliché in relationships, you complete me, but it's how I felt in that moment. Not that I couldn't live without her, but that I'd feel so much more with her. It was a very tender moment that's hard to describe even now, decades later and with much more experience.

"Nia, you should head to the bathroom first and get cleaned up and dressed." Nia gathered some clean clothes from a drawer and padded off.

It occurred to me that Rita had sent her first so she could rinse her mouth and maybe brush her teeth, and then I started feeling guilty about what had happened, how exactly it had happened, the ending part. Rita again sensed this and came and sat beside me on the bed, literally patting my shoulder in a there, there kind of way.

"Remember how I told you to let her direct the situation? Well she did, so it's okay. Yes, there are stigmas around ejaculating in your partner's mouth, or on their face or wherever, but some women like it. Whether Nia does, or will, it might be too early to say, but she did it for you nevertheless. We had a little chat in the bathroom and I told her that from my research and experience that men really, really enjoy it, but that she could decide for herself. And she did.

"Brilliantly, I might add. I think she wanted to, for you, but was still hesitant, likely based on stories she'd heard. So her suggestion that you two orgasm together was probably her way of helping ensure she didn't chicken out, that she'd go through with it. You may've noticed that in your own masturbation? That you think crazy things you think you want to do, but after orgasm the thought doesn't excite you as before? Women are like that too. In the right mood, and at the right level of passion, they may do things for their man they might otherwise not.

"If you can bring a woman to a state like you had Nia there at the end, the power of suggestion becomes stronger, and she may try something new or different. To do it for you, to at least try it for you. From what I've seen of you, I don't worry that you'd ever force yourself on a girl, so if you and she (or anyone else) ever get to the point where you want to try something new, maybe even what you right now would consider bizarre or taboo....then do so. But of course in a gentle way, as we've done here these two days.

"Thank you, Rita. I'll keep that in mind." But really not knowing what she might be referring to.

"Do you know what '69' is, Mark?" I gave her what I thought the general idea was, which seemed to be close enough. "Good. Next time you're with Nia (I know you too are going to date!), you should try it. Woman-on-top seems to work best. What you were doing to her with your hand while she was fellating you, you'll be doing with your mouth while her mouth is on you. It really adds a whole new dimension of sensations and feelings. I'll mention it to her too."

"And I should tell you, Mark, that Nia wants to 'save herself' for marriage; she wants her husband to be the first man to enter her. To break her hymen, which is the mark of virginity for women. (You men don't have such a tell-tale sign, lucky!)"

"To be honest, Rita, I hadn't even thought about doing that with her. I think I'm like her, I'd want to wait too. But if she wanted me to be the one..."

"That's a healthy way to look at it, Mark. Never push a girl to do more than she's comfortable with, and she'll respect and...love...you more for it. There are girls out there, mind, who'll jump in bed with you barely knowing you. But the special ones, the ones like Nia, should be respected and (dare I say?), even worshiped a little. When the time is right, when you're ready, and when she's ready, that first time will be the best time. Better than any others you might've already experienced. I promise you."

I could only nod in agreement, Rita's words mirroring much of my inner psyche, codifying it in a way I hadn't been able to before.

"So that's why I wanted to take you two up to this point. With the skills you each have now (and the practice I'm sure you'll get up to!), you can pleasure each other quite completely, without having to resort to physical intercourse. Yes, it's nice, and it feels good, but an argument could be made that oral sex is at least as pleasurable. And more so for the woman, I think you'll find."

"Thank you, Rita," as I leaned over to give her a hug. "This has been so wonderful, what you've done for Nia and me. I can't imagine how this would've gone, IF it would've gone, if I'd had to learn all this through trial and error. I feel so much more confident in myself now, not worried that I won't be able to satisfy a woman."

Rita looked at me tenderly, cupping my cheek with her hand, then leaned in and planted a big-sister kind of kiss on me. Not on my cheek like a sister would, though, but on my lips. It was more tender than erotic though.

"You'll be fine. I like what I see in you, and I think you'll make a fine husband for some lucky 'Nia' some day."

At that I got all bashful and turned away from her. Also teary-eyed again, hearing these words of affirmation.

"I brought you some clothes, second drawer. Just a T-shirt and sweatpants, but I think they'll fit okay. And new boxers."

"Thanks, how much do I owe you?"

"Nothing. It was a pleasure working with you and Nia, and you furthered my research toward my Master's degree. I have a research grant that covers incidental costs."

I found the clothes and started to put them on. I figured I didn't need to shower, because 1) Rita hadn't mentioned it, and 2) I'd surreptitiously looked, and Nia hadn't let a drop spill on me.

Rita asked me to turn around so she could change, talking to me as she did. "Mark, I noticed the way you looked at me last night when I came into the bathroom in this nightgown. Don't be embarrassed, it's natural for men to look at women's bodies. Candace told me that you really appreciated her and Keisha's bodies, but more so their womanliness and their attributes, not just their blackness. That's why I agreed to take you on as a research subject. You don't seem to fetishize black skin.

"Nia is a new member of the House and one of my charges. She had expressed to me, even before she knew exactly what I do, an interest in Caucasian males, so that's why I chose her to pair with you. I thought you two would be a good fit, and I think you are."

Rita had said I could turn back around, so I did, to find her putting away her notebooks and things. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't studying how her body moved and jiggled. And how erotically black her skin was. Feeling myself getting hard again, and then remembering what she'd just said about me not fetishizing black women, I felt like Adam after partaking of the forbidden fruit. And I'd just taken a drink from a juice bottle, tilting my head back to do so, when Nia came out of the bathroom at that very moment. I'm sure it looked exactly like I was inventing a reason to be looking in Rita's direction.

"Mark Livingston! Are you gawking at Rita again?!" Playfully, mockingly. I hoped.

"Again? I don't know what you..." but I quickly gave that up, knowing exactly what she'd meant. And Rita gave a little chuckle.

"It's okay, Nia. I told him that looking at me last night was okay. In fact that he should watch, just to expose him to more kinds of female bodies. In the name of science, of course."

"Science, my behind! Mark is just a lecherous young man!" Said playfully as she dropped her towel, pushed me back on the bed, and nearly jumped on top of me, covering my face, ears, and neck with kisses, grinding her breasts into my chest delightfully, the lower part of her pressing against my manhood, still half-aroused from studying Rita.

"Did *I* do that, or did Rita do that?" she giggled.

"You did, sweetheart, that's all because of you!"

"Not only are you a lecher, Mr. Livingston, you're a fibber too!"

"Well, maybe a little bit of it was due to Rita..." Which elicited more kisses and sensual grindings of her nude body against my clothed one.

"It's alright, baby, as long as you always save some for me!"

"Always, my dear, always."

Rita dropped me at my dorm, then she and Nia drove off, back to the sorority house I supposed. Wow, what an incredible 2 days! But really, less than one full day, because it was barely 2:00 now, and I'd first met Nia yesterday at about 5. Who'd have thought that so much teaching, so much learning, so much bonding between two people could happen in the space of 21 hours?

I had Nia's number of course, and she mine, and we'd agreed to go on a date maybe next weekend. Life was good.