Page 34 of Festive Flings

“It doesn’t bother you that I don’t have experience?”

He shakes his head. “Lauren, I am delighted and honoured that you shared this with me. I am looking forward to sharing what is to come with you.”

He places his food on the coffee table in front of us and then moves my plate too. Tim takes both my hands into his and looks at me with such adoration in his eyes my heart pumps erratically. “I am proud to be considered worthy enough to do something so special with you, when you’re ready. I’d like to make it special for us both. I want this to be a happy memory for you, the best. Especially because if you like it, you’ll want to do it again and again and again with me.”

He laughs a bit at the end of his beautiful speech, and I smack him on the arm lightly, feigning outrage. “Tim!” But I end up laughing with him. He wraps one of his arms around me, and I feel so safe as I snuggle into him.

“Just do me a favour, just one thing, Flower?”

He kisses my head, so I reply, "Anything."

“When you are ready to go all the way, will you give me a bit of warning so I can make it nice and special for you?”

I lean up and kiss him on the lips, and my hand goes to his chest. “Of course I will. But first, I’d like to slowly build up to the main event starting with touching.”

“Can I touch you, too?” My face heats up once again as I nod yes. “God, you are so sexy when you blush like that. You are driving me wild.”

Can I really be having that effect on him? It doesn’t seem likely, and yet I can see his erection. And I have felt it a couple of times when we have been kissing. Tim wouldn’t lie to me.

“Can I touch you?” I ask him. I get a little thrill straight down into my tummy and further down between my legs when I see the want in his face and the surprise in his eyes.

“You don’t have to do this, Flower.” I said these very words to him that first night he kissed me. I can think of nothing better than turning the tables and giving his words back to him.

“Oh but, Tim, I really, really want to.”

His eyes darken, and I know I’ve said the right thing.

~ Tim ~

She is a minx. One cheeky little minx. I am so relieved that no one has abused or hurt her. I am elated when she tells me she is still a virgin. Once she learns that I am trustworthy, I can help her and show her how powerful and beautiful her body is and how to use it, too.

Then my innocent Flower goes and floors me by asking if she can touch me. When she told me she was inexperienced I had thoughts of me touching her and gently easing her into sensual activity and then she goes and blows that out of the water.

“Oh, but, Tim, I really, really want to,” she says to me with a small, secret smile. I did not expect that tonight. I almost have to lift my jaw off the floor.

“Where do you want to touch me?” She answers by grazing her hand slowly over my crotch, and my dick jumps in response.

“Here.” Her voice is full of curiosity and intrigue. She is blushing, but she remains determined. I’m overcome with awe.

“Have you ever touched a cock before?” She shakes her head at me. Geez, she really is innocent. I just cannot comprehend how she has managed to stick to her morals. I was dipping my wick as soon as I found a willing girl at 17 years old. Am I right for her? Does she deserve someone better? Someone with similar morals as her. I don’t want to lead her astray, but she’s a grown woman with her own mind, and she has initiated this.

“Listen, Flower, I am willing to do whatever you want. As little or as much as you want. If you are sure you want this to be with me, I am honoured. But I need you to show me or tell me what it is you want and need, okay?” She gives a stiff nod to my request. I think that’s as far as it will go tonight.

“Can I see it?”

My head snaps back up to meet her eyes; she is full of surprises tonight. I can tell she’s still feeling shy and unsure, but she is being so brave. She wants this; she really wants this.

“Come on, Flower, you can do better than that. What do you want to see? If you can’t put a name to it, you might not be ready yet.” Maybe I am pushing too hard, but I don’t want this to be a childish experience. I want a woman. I want to be the man I am with her.

“Your dick, Tim. Can I see your dick and then touch your dick?” Well, well, well. An angel with a gutter mouth.

I stand up and pull down my zipper, and she stands, too. “How much do you want to see? Do you want to show me?” She nods slowly before dropping to her knees. All sorts of wild thoughts come into my head of Lauren whipping out my cock after dropping to her knees and sucking me until I cum in her mouth. I can’t wait to try all this stuff with her in the future.

However, instead she touches me over my underwear, I try to mask my heavy exhale of breath, but the feeling of her featherlight strokes over my hard shaft has me ready to explode.

“It's already so hard, Tim,” she says as she looks up at me through her eyelashes. A quick flash of that dimpled smile and I am putty in her hands. She has bewitched me. There have been plenty of others before Lauren, but nothing compares to this. No one compares to her.

“I am always hard when I am around you, Lauren. You’re so fucking sexy and cute. I don’t think I have ever been soft when you are near.” I cannot suppress the groan I make when she lowers my boxers. “Fuck! Lauren, you’ll have to be careful; I could go off like a rocket. I'm so turned on.”

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