Page 91 of Circle of Days
She was intrigued. “Why? What have you got to be embarrassed about?”
“Could I tell you later? I can’t wait to kiss you.”
She agreed eagerly. They kissed for a while, then lay down side by side and kissed some more. The tip of his tongue touched her lips, and she opened her mouth a little. She had learned about this kind of kissing at the revel, and she liked it.
He touched her breasts, but she knew he could not feel much through her leather tunic, and she really wanted his hands on her skin, so she sat upright and pulled the garment off over her head. When Han saw her naked body, he gave a little gasp. She was pleased. Evidently he was not disappointed.
However, he did not reciprocate by taking off his own tunic, which surprised her. She guessed that it hid whatever he was embarrassed about. Some people had markings on their skin that were harmless but unsightly. Some men had extra nipples, she had heard.
They kissed some more and he touched her all over, with light fingers that seemed to relish everything they found. She wanted to explore his body, too, and she slid her hand up his thigh under the tunic. She touched his balls, which were covered in hair. She knew not to squeeze them: she had made that mistake once before.
She found his penis and was startled. “Han!” she said. “It’s so big.”
“I know,” he said. “That’s what I’m embarrassed about.”
So that was it. “Don’t be embarrassed,” she said. “You’ve got big hands and feet, it’s natural you should have a big prick. Anyway, it feels lovely, soft skin and hard inside. And it’s warm.”
He touched her vagina. “I don’t know if it will go in.”
Pia remembered a boy who had put in one finger, then two, then three, then four. He had wanted to put his hand in but she had stopped him.
She said to Han: “Let’s try.”
“All right.”
“Lie on your back.”
He did so. His pubic hair was fair, she saw.
She stroked his penis and kissed it, and she could have carried on doing that much longer, but he said: “If you don’t put it in now, it will soon be too late.”
She straddled him. “Lie still,” she said. “Leave this to me.” She put the end in place, then paused. It did seem too big. Rocking a little, she sank down on it. “It feels nice,” she said, to reassure him. The end slipped inside.
Han cried out, and she felt him spurting inside her.
“I couldn’t wait any longer,” he said. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” she said. She lay on his chest with his penis still inside her. “It was exciting.”
They were quiet for a few moments.
“Aren’t you troubled?” Han said. “That it didn’t even go all the way in?”
“It will next time,” she said. “Don’t worry.” Her vagina would stretch: it had to, because one day a baby’s head might have to pass through it. Her main worry was his reaction. He might become discouraged and lose desire. She would have to make sure that did not happen.
He put his arms around her and held her close. His body was warm.
She said: “Remember when I asked if I could be your girlfriend?”
“You never did.”
She laughed. “You’ve forgotten.”
“When was it?”
“We were seven midsummers old. Nearly eight.”
“Of course I don’t remember. What did I say?”
