I shake my head. “The mood is very much alive, as a matter of fact.”
I reach past her and twist on the hot water. Peel my shirt off and toss it on the floor at our feet. Keep my eyes locked on hers. I know she’ll be nervous about getting totally naked with me for the first time, so if I get naked first, maybe that’ll put her more at ease. Moving slowly and with telegraphed deliberation, I unbutton and unzip my jeans and step out of them. Nudge them aside with my foot. Her hands lift to touch my chest, a hesitant graze of her fingertips against my skin, as if reminding herself that it really is okay to touch me.
I’m a little nervous for this next step, myself. It’s been a while since I was naked with anyone.
I hesitate. Lick my lips and swallow. Not trying to hide my own nerves; if she sees my nerves, her own won’t feel as out of place.
Hook my thumbs in the waistband of my underwear at my hip bones. I’m nearly fully erect, by now. Her eyes widen, anticipating. Flick down, then almost too quickly back up to mine. As if embarrassed to get caught looking at me.
I slide the underwear down, past the rigid bar of my hard-on, and then straighten as they drop to the floor, and I toe them aside. Naked, now, I cover her hands with mine, still resting on my chest.
“Jo, listen to me.” I sidle closer. An inch, maybe less, separates our bodies, my naked one and her partly clothed one. “You’re allowed to look, and you’re allowed to touch.” I release her hands and touch her cheeks, then her arms, then rest my hands on her hips. “And by allowed, I mean looking and touching are encouraged. That’s what this is about.”
She swallows hard, and her eyes drop to my erection—her eyes fly open wide. “Wow,” she breathes. “Just…wow.”
It’s difficult to not grin at a reaction like that. “That old thing? Had it for years,” I quip.
She laughs, but her eyes don’t leave my arousal. “It’s…it’shuge.”
I honestly have no idea how I…compare, or measure, or whatever. It sounds kind of douchey to say I’ve never had any complaints, especially since there are only two people who could complain, and one of them was a virgin. But if Jo says it’s huge, in an awed tone of voice, I’m not going to argue or complain. Itdoesmake a man feel good about himself to hear that.
She looks up at my eyes, then, as steam begins to swirl and writhe between us. Her hand trails down my chest, to my stomach. Halts, hesitates a few inches above my member.
“There’s no right or wrong, Jo,” I whisper. “Touch me if you want, or don’t, if you don’t want to.”
“I want to,” she says in a rush. “I just…I guess I’m nervous, and it feels kind of silly to be nervous, but…”
I shake my head, keep my hands on her hips. “It’s okay to be nervous.”
“Can I…admit something else that might be kind of embarrassing?” She presses her fingertips into the indentations at my hips, daring nearer. “I, um…I know about sex, like, I’ve had sex education. The birds and the bees, or whatever. Obviously. I just…I don’t know…” A sigh, and she starts over. “I’m very sheltered, as you may have gathered. You gave me my first orgasm the other day. And I didn’t even know…” A shake of her head. “I knewaboutorgasms, like I’ve heard of them. But knowing the facts doesn’t prepare you for the reality. And that’s my own body. Touching you is…different.”
“Don’t be embarrassed, Jolene. You can’t help what you know or don’t know.” I tease the hem of her shirt up. “Don’t be embarrassed to say exactly what you mean.”
She draws a deep breath, and meets my eyes. “What I’m trying to say is, I know that I can touch you, like you touched me, and make you have an orgasm. But I don’t know…how.”
I lift the hem of her shirt higher. “Discovering that will be part of the fun, for you, I think. And trust me, Jo, I’ll enjoy every second of it, no matter what you do, no matter how you touch me. Like I said, there is no such thing as right or wrong.”
“So you’re not going to tell me?”
I grin. “Nope. For now, just…follow your instincts. Your desires. Do whatever you want. Anything, Jo. There’s nothing that could be wrong.”
She seems to notice that I’m inching her shirt up. “You planning to take that off, or what?”
I grin, and peel her tank top up and off; her small hard breasts bounce gently. Her nipples peak under my gaze. I rub my thumbs over them, and she inhales softly, eyes closing briefly, before opening once more and fixing on my erection.
“Go ahead, Jo,” I murmur. “It’s alright.”
She looks at me with the corner of her lower lip in her teeth, eyes wide, breath coming in swift, deep drafts.
Her right hand drifts slowly from my hip bone to my erection, pauses, and then she grasps me in a small fist. A slight hiss escapes me, and her eyes go to mine, releasing me immediately.
I put my hand on hers. “Don’t mind me. That just feels really amazing.”
She exhales. “Oh, I thought…I don’t know what I thought.” She grasps me again, around the middle of my length. “So it feels good when I just hold it, like this?”
I nod, jerkily. “Yeah. It does.”
Too good. It’s been a long time since I’ve been touched by anyone but myself, and even that has been since before I left for Chicago.
