Even as she was saying that, she looked down to my belly, and saw that I'd cleaned myself up a bit. Looking up at me again, she asked "You cleaned it up? When? Why?"
"Yes, I did; a little after you fell back on the arm of the couch. I wanted to hold you, and didn't know how you'd feel about getting my cum – my semen – on you."
"Why would you worry about something like that? I've already had your… cum IN me, so why would getting it ON me matter?"
I gave her an apologetic shrug before I answered "Some women I've known… they're okay with having semen inside them, but are a whole lot more particular about getting it on their outsides. I didn't know how you would feel about it, so I just wiped it off first."
She sat there for a bit, looking contemplative, before telling me "You are much more thoughtful and considerate than I realized, or gave you credit for. Actually, it wouldn't have bothered me in the slightest, getting your semen on me – but you didn't know that before, so you took the time and made the effort to clean yourself off a bit before holding me, so that you could be sure not to bother me about it. Now I'm even more certain that I want to ask you if you'll help me finish what we've started."
"I'm certainly willing to do that, Katherine, but what you just said is pretty open-ended; I've got to ask: just what do you mean by 'finish'?"
After taking a deep breath, she answered "What we've done already… it's a start. What I mean is that I don't doubt I can find my own pleasure from now on. What I'm far less sure of is whether, or even how, I can do it with anyone else. If I do find someone that's interested in me, I don't think that he'd be satisfied with the two of us masturbating ourselves all the time. I want, even need, to learn what else feels good for me, and what I can do for him. And what happened for me this afternoon – well, that was after I'd spent years without having any pleasure like that; so I want to know if I can feel that way again, without having to wait so long, or doing it just by myself."
"To do that, it could be even more difficult than before – you won't be just touching yourself. And if you really want to know what can be done, then it's almost certainly going to involve more than just hands."
Hearing that last part seemed to throw her off balance, but she quickly understood what I was getting at. She didn't seem to have any problem with telling me "What we just did… it wasn't the actually doing that was so difficult for me, as it was just getting started. You've shown me that you can be as patient and gentle and considerate as I could possibly want, or need; so I think that I'll have a much easier time keeping things moving than I did getting them moving in the first place. As for the rest of what you said… well, I've already learned that a lot of what I thought I knew wasn't entirely correct; I'm perfectly willing to let go of a lot of other misconceptions, as well. As you said, discovering something new means going beyond what's already known."
I nodded my acceptance of what she said, and asked her "Where and how would you like to start?"
Hesitantly, she said "When I was first married, sometimes my husband would… want me more than just one time. Of course, both of us were a lot younger then…"
I couldn't help smiling as I told her "That won't be a problem – at least, not much of one. I'm not as young as I used to be, either, but given time to recover, and a little inspiration, I can still go more than just once."
Though she tried to hide it, I couldn't miss seeing that she was both pleased and relieved at hearing that. She tried to cover both by telling me "In answer to your questions, the 'where' is someplace that both of us can be comfortable, like the bed", the last with a faint blush before she continued "As for the how… considering how little it turns out that I know, I think I'd better start with the basics: I've never really gotten to look before, and I'm still feeling a bit… bashful about just being naked with someone else."
Again, I had to smile as I told her "The bed sounds like a fine idea, and if that's how you want us to begin, then that's how we'll do it."
The next order of business was the when; I certainly wasn't going to rush her, so I simply sat there. Once she realized that I was literally waiting for her to make the first move, she gave me a wry smile before standing up. I followed her example, and she led the way to the bedroom; I had a fine time watching her walk ahead of me.
As we approached the bed, I told her "You said that you'd like to look, and that you'd like to get comfortable being nude with someone else. I think both of those would be a little easier and more pleasant for you if I could finish wiping myself off with something like a damp washcloth."
I was rather surprised when she responded by telling me "I… I think I'd like to do that for you – if you don't mind, of course."
"That's fine with me, Katherine. Really, you don't have to be afraid to ask me things like that, or tell me if there's something you want me to do, or just do something yourself. One of the best things you can do to make being intimate with someone else is to simply relax, and enjoy yourself."
Nodding her head in understanding, she smiled as she replied "Okay, James, I'll try."
I stopped, and she did, too, before turning to face me. Taking her hands in mine, I told her "Katherine, it's okay to call me Jim, if you like – that's part of relaxing. If you have a nickname that you'd like me to use, I'd be happy to hear it. And while we're at it, I'll tell you that I'm not going to take it as anything more serious than as a term of affection and friendship if you want to call me 'dear' or 'honey' or anything else like that. I'll likely say such things to you, and mean them just that way."
The expression on her face told me that she was both pleased and relieved at what I'd just said before she told me "Yes, I'd like that, Jim – to hear words like that, and to have you call me Kat. That was what my friends called me when I was younger, and I'd like to hear YOU use it, too, because I do think of you as a friend."
I brought her hands up to my lips and kissed them; she responded by smiling and telling me "Now, let's get you cleaned up, okay?"
Releasing her hands, I grinned and answered "Yes, dear" – making her smile before she turned and led us off again.
Once in the bathroom (which was almost as large as the living room in my apartment), she didn't hesitate to take a washcloth, wet it with some warm water, and kneel down to begin wiping off the residue of my climax. She found a small blob of my semen that I'd missed, and readily collected it on the tip of her forefinger. She gave it a tentative sniff, then used her thumb to test its texture; she hesitated a moment, then looked up at me. Before she could say anything, though, I asked "You want to taste it?"
After she gave me a small nod of her head, I told her "Go ahead, then, if you like. It isn't going to bother me any, and I'm certainly not going to be afraid to kiss you if you try it."
On hearing that, she tentatively stuck her tongue out and touched it to what she'd been examining. Her tongue didn't explode or fall off, and she apparently decided that the taste wasn't outright offensive, because she then stuck her thumb and forefinger in her mouth and sucked them clean. A couple of seconds later, she crinkled her nose and told me "It didn't taste like I thought it would. A little salty, but bland. Not like me…"
Realizing what she'd just said, she blushed furiously and looked up at me to see what my reaction would be.
I just smiled and told her "It's okay, Kat. I saw when you did it, and it didn't bother me. In fact, I thought it was pretty sexy."
"You saw, and you don't mind? You don't think I'm… strange?"
"No, I don't think you're strange. I think all of us wonder what our various secretions and fluids taste like, at some point or other. I can't fault you for being willing to taste yourself, because the way you smell makes me want to taste you, too."
"You don't think that I'm some kind of lesbian or something?"