While that was going on, I was also getting them used to physical contact with me. Before, I'd always been pretty meticulous about touching either of them — ironically, for the very reasons that I was then trying to get it to happen. I'd always accepted a kiss on the cheek from one of them, or was willing to hold hands, but I carefully and patiently went about increasing the frequency and intimacy of my touches. From simply sitting a trifle closer to them when I helped with their homework, I eventually got them to casually accept a playful pat on the butt from me
— and then even more carefully proceeded to even more personal contact with them.
I really knew my efforts were paying off one afternoon when it was just me and Emma one afternoon. Gail had stayed late for some school event, so rather than sit home by herself, Emma had come over to my place to talk. It seemed that she'd been in the girls locker room after her Gym class, and had heard some of the older girls talking — about being with their boyfriends.
While she knew, at least in general terms, what they'd been saying, there was still some of it that she didn't understand. Rather than bother her mom after she got home from work, Emma had decided that I might be able to help with her questions. We were sitting at opposite ends of the couch when she began to tell me what prompted her to come over.
"When I heard the older girls, they were talking about whether or not their boyfriends made them cum. I had to hear them talk about it for a little bit before I understood that they were talking about having orgasms. I told you that Mom already talked to me and Gail about that stuff, so I kinda knew what they were talking about, but not really, you know? I mean, I've touched myself between my legs and everything, and it feels good — sometimes real good — but I don't think I've ever had one of those. Anyway, then they started talking about what their boyfriends did to them, and what they did to themselves. I understood the stuff they were saying about themselves okay, but I didn't know what they meant when they were talking about other stuff."
I nodded, and she went on "Anyway, after they were done, they finished getting dressed and went to their other classes. I don't think any of them really noticed I was there, because none of them said anything to me; usually, they tease me about having small tits or not having enough hair, you know, between my legs; and that made me start wondering if having bigger boobs or more hair had something to do with what they were talking about. I kept thinking about all of it the whole time I was at school — one of my teachers even kinda yelled at me for not paying attention. I know I should maybe wait for Mom to get home from work, but she always has to work late on Thursdays, and she's usually pretty tired when she gets home. I don't want to bother her if I don't have to, so I was hoping that maybe you could explain what those girls at school were talking about to me, so I understand. We don't usually talk about stuff like this, but I figure if I can talk to you about touching myself and all that, then it should be okay to talk about this stuff, too. So would you?"
"Well, I can, if you want. But from what you said, there was some of it that you kinda understood, but not really, because even though you've talked with your Mom and everything, you've never really done some of it. I don't know how much us just talking about it is going to help with stuff like that. Then there's the things that you said you aren't sure if they make any difference, or not. I don't think they would, but I'm not you, so I can't be sure. I'm perfectly willing to sit and talk with you like this about all of it, for as long as you want. I just don't know how much good it will do, just talking. I'm sure you would understand better if you had actually done some of the things they were talking about, but whether or not you want to… that's something you're going to have to decide. Why don't you think about it for a little bit, and I'll go get us some sodas?"
She nodded her agreement, and I got up and went into the kitchen. To give her a little more time, I didn't just grab a couple cans of soda; I actually put it into glasses, with ice cubes to help keep it cold. By the time I got back and settled myself at the other end of the couch from her again, a few minutes had gone by. I handed her a glass, and after she'd taken a sip from it, I asked "So what do you want me to help? Talking? Doing? Both?"
She hesitated only a moment before answering "I think both. As much as they tease me about my boobs and hair, I… I'd like you to look at me, and see if I'm okay. I know you think my boobs are big enough, but you've never seen my hair… you know, there. After you look at me, you can tell me if what I have makes any difference. From the way those girls were talking, and the stuff I've read, I think that an orgasm sound like it's pretty good — so if you can maybe help me have one, I'd like that. I kinda know what some of the other stuff they were talking about it, but if it's okay with you, I want to make sure I'm right. Then maybe I'll understand what else they were saying."
Even though I kept my face impassive, I was jumping for joy in my mind — I was finally going to not only see the cute little Emma completely naked, but it sure sounded like I was even going to be able to get my hands on her… and better still, for the express purpose of helping her have her first ever climax. Could life get and better?
Outwardly calm, I asked her "When did you want to start? And how?"
"I thought I'd just get naked first, so you could look at me. Then if there's something wrong, we won't have to bother with that other stuff…"
"That's fine, Em. I told you, you don't have to do anything with me. If you want to, that's fine with me; I'm not going to do anything to hurt you or scare you, because you're asking me to help you, and that's what I want to do. If anything starts to bother you, tell me, and we'll stop, okay?"
She smiled and nodded before answering "I know you wouldn't hurt me or scare me, Gary. But if I don't like something, I'll tell you."
With that, she turned and set her glass on the table at her end of the couch, then stood up. I could see that she was a trifle nervous, but she didn't hesitate for a moment while ridding herself of her blouse, then bra, then skirt, shoes and socks, and finally her panties. Naked as the day she was born, she turned to face me, not doing anything to cover herself. With the time and opportunity to really look at her, I could see that her bust had grown some since the time she and her sister had exposed themselves to me the first time. Her waist and hips were still developing more womanly curves, but formed a series of gentle arcs that was nice to look at. Her belly only had a little bit of the paunch that most women do from having their reproductive organs on the inside; at the base of her belly, she had a small narrow wedge of somewhat sparse hair that was only marginally darker than what her head sported. I didn't have any trouble making out her mons, or the cleft that divided it. When I raised my eyes to her face, she actually surprised me by turning around to show me how she looked from the back. The first thing I had to look at was the pair of small, tight globes that formed her ass. Smooth and visibly firm, it was all I could do to drag my eyes away from it to look at the rest of her. The expanse of her back was as smooth and blemish-free as it could be; her slender and graceful neck sat atop her delicate shoulders. After dropping my eyes to marvel at her ass again, I lowered them some more, and found myself enjoying the look of her long, slender legs. I cleared my throat, and she turned to face me again before asking