While she'd been talking, she'd also been easing herself over toward me; by the time she finished, I could feel her next to me – and knew that she was stark naked. I could feel her breasts touching my back as she put an arm across my body. I took her arm and moved it off of me, but she just put it right back again, and scooted even closer.
I tried to fight it, I really did. But it had been a while since my last girlfriend had moved out, and the feel of her young body pressing against mine felt real good. And when I started thinking about what she'd said about there not being any real downside… well, it was just more than I could take, right then.
With a soft groan, I got myself turned around so I was facing her – and promptly got kissed in a way that let me know that she was real sure about wanting to be there with me.
When the kiss ended, I let her push me over onto my back, and she moved to sit on me, straddling my hips. There was enough light that I could easily make out her face as she told me "Really, Jim, it's okay. I want to be with you like this. When you first said that we could stay with you, I thought you were just trying to hustle one of us into bed with you. But when you told us about the lock on the bedroom door, and even had the manager of the hotel let us borrow his phone, I knew that you really were trying to watch out for us. And then when we got here, you didn't say or do anything except be a nice person and let us know that we didn't have to worry. I know I said I wanted to give myself to you because we don't have any money to pay you, but that's not the whole reason I came out here. It isn't even most of the reason. I wanted to come to bed with you because of how you've treated us, and because of the kind of person you are. After Daneesha and I got in bed, I couldn't get to sleep; I kept thinking about why you would let us stay here, and how you were so careful to SHOW us that we would be safe, and didn't have to be afraid. I finally realized that you were doing all that because you cared what happened to us – and I knew, then, that I wanted to come out here and show you that I care what happens to you, too."
After she leaned in to kiss me again, she went on "I've only been with a couple of boys, like I told you, and I haven't done much in the way of sex stuff. But the way you've been with Daneesha and me, I think I can trust you to be patient with me and help me learn – and I do want to learn, 'specially if it's from someone like you."
Hearing that made me comfortable enough that I was willing to put my hands on her hips as I told her "Tania, I'm still not real comfortable with this – you being in my bed, I mean. Okay, you're eighteen and not a virgin and all that. There isn't a thing in the world to keep us from trying to hump each other's brains out – except that you are just eighteen, and I'm pushing forty. Even though you don't know it yet, there's a lot of difference between us – more than just the years, but what they mean."
She cocked her head slightly, and answered "I know that, Jim. That's why I wanted to come in here – so that I could learn from you, like I said. And so you don't have to say it, I expect that me being Black is part of it, too. Back home, we still sometimes get looks from people when me and my boyfriend go out someplace with some of our White friends."
I couldn't help making a noise of disgust before I said "What color you are isn't what matters to me; it's the fact that you're so young, and I'm supposed to be watching out for you, not taking you to bed."
She leaned in to look closely at me, and after a few seconds, said "You really don't care that I'm Black, do you?"
"Not so as anyone would notice. What matters to me right now is the fact that you're eighteen, female, and naked in my bed – in that order."
She smiled and said "And what matters to me is that you're male, naked, and that I'm here on top of you – and all we've done so far has been kiss a couple of times. I came in here so we could fuck, not talk to each other all night. I've seen you looking at them, but you haven't even touched my tits, yet!"
It was hard not to look at her tits. Each was the size of half a grapefruit, sporting an areola about the size of a quarter with a short nipple about the diameter of a kid's large crayon sticking out from it. They looked like two mounds of Hershey chocolate capped with dark chocolate confections, and the more I saw them, the more I wanted to get my lips on them. So when she 'complained' that I hadn't touched them, I corrected that oversight by sliding my hands along her body until I was cupping them in my hands – and then mentally kicked myself for not doing it sooner. They were smooth and warm, and when I gently squeezed them, amazingly firm beneath their outer softness. I ran my thumbs over her nipples and watched them grow a little, and get harder under my touch.
Tania put her hands on mine, and released a small, soft moan, letting me know that she liked what I was doing. While my hands and fingers were busy on her mammaries, my eyes were taking in the rest of her – from her slender and graceful neck, to her trim waist and hips, to the long, slender thighs that were bracketing the narrow wedge of dark pubic hair I could see at their apex. Her skin was dark and velvety, with nothing to mar its soft perfection.
After a few moments of my playing with her tits, Tania took her hands off mine and reached down to begin touching with MY chest; I figured I was getting the better deal.
We continued touching each other that way for a couple of minutes before I decided that just touching wasn't enough. She resisted my first attempt to guide her off of me, but when I told her "If you'll lie down, we can do more", she was agreeable. When she was on her back next to me, I rolled onto my side and kissed her as I got my hand on her lovely mounds again.
Our kisses were initially soft and gentle and affectionate, but as both of us got more comfortable and relaxed, they grew in both duration and intensity. I was determined not to 'push' her (that being the sole contribution my conscience could make), but I was certainly ready to respond in kind to anything SHE wanted. So when I felt her tongue briefly touch my lips, I was more than willing to return the gesture; it wasn't long before our tongues were dancing and dueling in each others mouths.
As they did, I slowly began moving my hand down her body, giving her plenty of time to let me know if she had any objections. I knew she didn't when I felt her open her legs, and the intensity of her kisses increase.
Of course, my hand first came in contact with the dark wedge of her pubic hair, and I spent a little time investigating it – comprised of a million-and-one short, curly hairs, it was thick and soft at the same time. I don't know if she trimmed it, or not; if she did, I doubt that she had to do much. When I'd satisfied my curiosity about her bush, I eased my hand between her thighs and easily found the core of her young womanhood. Her vaginal lips were small and slightly thick, but soft and smooth; between them, she was already fairly wet in her arousal. My fingertip followed her cleft upward, where I found her clitoris was already starting to make an appearance out from under its hood. Using the oils that I already had on it, I began gently caressing and rubbing the small nubbin I'd found, which dramatically increased her pleasure and excitement as she tried to open her thighs for me even more.