To help keep her relaxed, I made a point of 'obviously' looking at her when she asked a question that made it necessary; the rest of the time, I made sure to make it clear that I wasn't looking – at least, not overtly.
Finally satisfied that she knew her particulars, she hesitantly asked if she was like other girls. That gave me an excuse to be seen looking at her for several seconds before tilting my head up to look into her face as I told her "Just like I'll bet you saw differences among the boy babies that you sat for, women aren't all exactly the same, either. But just like there's only so much difference among guys, there are limits to how different women can be, too. You look about as normal as any other woman that I'm aware of. I don't mean to embarrass you, but even there, I think you look better than most of the females I know."
What I said did embarrass her, of course; but it also reassured her somewhat that not only was she not 'weird' there, but actually attractive – to me, at least.
I moved the mirror out of the way, and she scooted herself down until she was laying on her back again. I took my position on my side next to her, but kept my hands to myself as I said "Jill, trust me on this: you are most definitely an attractive young woman. I know that you haven't had much experience or chance to learn about boys and girls and all the differences between them. I hope that by getting to look at me, and then yourself, you realize that there really isn't all that much difference between individuals of either gender. Any difference you can think of between girls, there's something that applies to guys. Just like there are some girls that have really large or small breasts, there are guys that have really large or small penises – and just like most girls breast size tends to be more in the middle, a guys size does. The same thing about how much or little hair they have between their legs, what color or shape it is, ALL of that is going to be a little bit different between individuals. But if you took any two random people of either sex and compared them, the differences wouldn't be all that much. Pretty much everybody of either sex has the same things in the same places, with only minor differences between them. Remember that it's only the extremes that most people really notice, not the average."
The next thing I had to say was "Now that we've got that part out of the way, we can start helping you learn how to give and receive pleasure from being intimate with someone. To do that, there's going to have to be touching – and different kinds of touching. Nothing is going to happen that is going to hurt you in any way; but if you really want to learn anything from me about being intimate with another person, then you're going to have to understand that you're going to have to be willing to try new things. I mean, if you already knew everything, there wouldn't be anything for you to learn, right?"
She smiled at that, and answered "Yeah, that's right. I know I'm going to have to try stuff I never thought of before. I'm kinda scared about it; not because I don't want to try, but because I'm afraid I'll get it wrong, or you'll be disappointed with me."
I reached over to cup her cheek in my hand as I looked into her eyes to say "Jill, I am not going to be disappointed with you about any of this. If you decide there's something you don't want to do, then I'll be sorry that you'll be missing out on something that you might have liked – but I will not be disappointed. And if you try something and decide you don't like it… well, that's up to you, for you to decide, and there's nothing for me to say or think about it. The whole idea is for me to help you discover what's possible, so that you can choose for yourself what you want. Don't worry about getting anything 'wrong', either: what you need to understand is that when you're being close with someone else, if something feels good to the person it's being done to, then the one doing it is getting it right. Once you've got that part, doing it so it's better for the other person is just a matter of practicing" I finished, with a grin.
She grinned back at me, and I told her "I said that it doesn't matter what body parts you use to be intimate with someone else. What I'd like to do is show you now that that's true – that what really matters is how you think about things, and what's in your heart. You don't have to do anything but accept what I'm going to offer you. If something feels strange or different, I'd ask you to give it a little time before you decide whether it feels good or not, okay?"
I could see the trust and confidence she had in me when she nodded her agreement.
Looking into her eyes, my first considered action was to slowly and softly draw my fingertips down her cheek – then onward down her throat, between her breasts, and ending with my hand gently resting on her abdomen. Lowering my head, I kissed her lips lightly and chastely, and then did it again before beginning to caress her body. Wanting to help her understand that there was more to intimacy than just breasts and crotches, I deliberately went about touching and teasing as much of her as I could reach, except for her breasts and pubic area. I didn't do anything to try and get her to open herself to my touch; rather, I simply invited her to let me have access to more of her body. That way, it was her idea to open her legs so that I could caress the insides of her thighs, and it was her idea to move her arms away from her body so that I could reach their insides, and the sides of her body. Throughout, I continued to give her soft, pleasant kisses – sometimes on her lips, other times on her cheek, forehead, or even the tip of her nose.
It didn't take long before I had her fairly writhing beneath my hand. Only then did I gradually begin to include the more conventional erogenous zones, starting with her breasts.
Even after I'd gotten both of her nipples erect and all but begging to be sucked on, I limited myself to using only my hand and fingertips; the inclusion of her mons and the area between her silken thighs seemed to happen purely by coincidence – a pleasant one, judging from the soft noises she began to make. So gradual and careful was my touch that she never exhibited any concern or notice of it when contact with the core of her womanhood was finally made.
With the faint scent of her arousal, I slowly began to increase my efforts, starting by finally allowing my lips to leave her face and end at her breasts via a random and circuitous path. My lips slowly and gently climbed their way up her breasts until reaching their peaks; the first touch of my lips to each nipple was simply to kiss it. More kisses followed; and each time, I took a tiny fraction more of her nipples between my lips until I was finally able to suckle on each – my efforts accompanied by moans of pleasure and arousal from her.
As my mouth and tongue brought the peaks of her warm, firm mammaries to stand tall and proud, my hand was busy lower down. I wasn't focusing my attentions solely on her sex, either: the area between her thighs was only the endpoint of each journey my hand and fingers took.
When her pelvis began an involuntary arching upwards in welcome to my touch, I slowly transferred my attentions from her breasts to her pubis, a process that ended with my head between her thighs.
The feeling of my breath on her mons caused her to start to raise her head and say something, but the effort was cut short by my tongue dipping between her labia before tracing a path upwards across her opening – and ending with a brief caress of her clitoris. When I started to do it again, her head fell back and her legs spread even more as she gave herself over to the sensations I was creating in her young body. Her woman's oils were thin, light, and fresh; I delighted in collecting them on my tongue to savor before stimulating her into producing more. I was always careful to avoid trying to penetrate her in any way; there was no need, since the rest of my efforts proved to be more than sufficient to inflame her passions and bring pleasure to both of us.