From the things that Jill had said to me, I didn't figure that she pleasured herself much. And I figured it was a virtual certainty that she'd never had an orgasm – an oversight that I was patiently and deliberately trying to correct.
With my hands teasing and caressing her breasts and nipples as my lips and mouth and tongue were doing the same farther down, she was steadily being raised to higher and higher levels of passion and arousal. I knew when she got close to the summit, and took great delight in being the one to introduce her to the indescribable pleasure of her first climax: I heard her start to cry out before her thighs all but slammed against the sides of my head as her body went through the first of a series of powerful spasms that seemed all the world like convulsions. After experiencing her initial reaction, I didn't dare do anything to prolong or intensify it for her; instead, I quickly tapered off the various things that I was doing to her. When her legs finally fell apart, I took the opportunity to move so that I was laying next to her again before wrapping and arm around her and holding her close as her young body went through the last few spasms of her release.
She was trembling against my chest, panting as her lungs tried to gather the oxygen that the rest of her body was demanding.
When her breathing had slowed again, she brought a hand up and pressed against my chest, letting me know that she wanted me to release her. Helping guide her as she rolled onto her back again, I left my forearm resting on her belly as I looked down at her.
Though visibly stunned by what she'd just experienced, she still managed to look up at me in something akin to awe to ask "That… that's an orgasm? Like I've read about?"
Smiling, I answered "Yes, that's what it was. That was the first time for you, wasn't it?"
She nodded slowly before telling me "Sometimes, I used to… to touch myself, and it always felt good. But I always stopped after a bit because I felt ashamed and dirty, doing it. If I'd kept going, I'd have had one of those before, wouldn't I?"
"Probably, depending on how much you did it, and how often."
"Then how come they say making yourself feel good is so bad, when it can make you do that?" The tone of her voice made it clear that she literally couldn't comprehend why anyone would say that what she'd just been through was 'wrong'.
"Jill, the only thing I can figure is that there are some people that just can't be happy unless they're doing something to make themselves miserable. And if they can make someone else miserable in the process, that just makes it even better for them."
Several seconds went by before she hesitantly asked me "Is… is it like that when you're being physical with someone else, too?"
"It can be; I even think it should be, if the ones involved care about each other in their hearts and minds."
"And if they don't?"
"Then what they have may satisfy their bodies, but that's not really enough, to my way of thinking."
"What do you mean?"
I considered it for a moment, then asked her "Have you ever cheated at something? A game, or a test, or anything like that?"
She reluctantly admitted that she had, and the next thing I asked was "Were you really happy with the result? Or did it turn out not be as nice as you thought it would?"
"It wasn't as nice. Not really."
"The way I figure it, it's kind of like that when you're dealing with people, too: if you're going to share your most personal possession – your body – with someone, then if you don't have your mind and your heart involved, too, then you're basically cheating yourself."
She didn't look like she quite understood, so I asked her "When I told you that I love you, did you believe me?" She said that she did, and I continued "Do you think that because I love you, I was trying to make you feel good?"
She said that she did, and my next question was "Do you think you would feel the same way about what happened if you didn't know that I love you?"
I watched her face as she considered it, and already knew the answer when she told me "No, I wouldn't. This is special because you're special. You mean that when it's me and Todd, it'll be like this?"
"Yes, it will. Maybe not at first, because both of you still have to learn how to give and receive pleasure from each other. If both of you have your hearts in the right place and are willing to use your minds, then the rest of it should be as good, or even better, than tonight. Remember, I'm older and have more experience than you or Todd, so I was able to kind of 'make up' for what you didn't know; but you and Todd love each other more, so that'll make it easier for you, too. It's kind of like when you're cooking: if you don't have quite enough of one thing, then you can usually add a little more of something else to make up the difference."
She smiled her understanding, and when I saw her start thinking about what I'd said and what it meant to her, I was willing to wait for her to work things out.
Several minutes went by before she looked up at me again, a guilty expression on her face. I reached up to cup her cheek again before telling her "It's okay, Jill. You're here because you wanted to learn things from me; I'm not going to be upset with you when you want to think about what I say."
She gave me a shy smile and slowly rubbed my palm with her cheek before saying "I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you'd understand, and be so willing to be patient with me. After I read your book or diary or whatever you want to call it, I knew that you had to be a good person."
I softly kissed her, and after I'd raised my head again, the look in her eyes told me volumes about just how much heart and soul she had in her small body.
The next thing I knew, she had a mischievous grin on her face, and she asked "I just accepted what you said you had to offer me, didn't I?"
"You certainly did!" I teased.
Her grin got wider before she asked "Then is it time for me to offer, and you to accept?"
I couldn't help but grin back at her as I answered "If you think so, and want to."
"I do – to both!" she declared before sitting up and turning to face me.
After I'd rolled onto my back, she scooted a little closer before asking "What should I do? I want to do this, but I'm not sure what or how, is all…"
I smiled up at her and answered "Remember, I told you that what body parts you use doesn't really matter. Anything I did to you, you can do to me – and if you think of something you want to do that I didn't, then that's okay, too."
Reassured, she smiled at me before announcing "Then what I want to do first is this!", followed by giving me one Hell of a kiss. While there was some passion in it, what it was mostly was loving.
When our lips finally parted, Jill looked down at me for a few seconds, as though memorizing my face. Then, perking up again, she moved to straddle my waist before commencing to shower me with a number of small, soft kisses, just as I'd done to her.
I had put my hands on her thighs, and while she was leaning over and kissing me, I slowly slid them upwards – giving her plenty of time to object, if she wanted to, before I had them on the small, tight globes of her ass.
The next several minutes were almost a sensory overload for me: between the feeling of her hard nipples pressing into my chest, her luxuriously soft bush tickling my lower
belly, and the feeling of her ass cheeks in my hands, I couldn't decide which one I liked the best. So I finally gave a mental "The hell with it!" and just enjoyed it all.
Jill did to me pretty much the same things I did to her; the difference was that she was finally getting the chance to really touch, and explore, as she saw fit. While she was trying to bring pleasure to me, I could tell that she was also pleasing herself with her actions.
Of course, there finally came the time that she wanted to include my penis in her activities. I'd gotten semi-erect from her attentions, and she took me into her hand to gently squeeze it a couple of times before I heard her say "I've heard a couple of girls at school talk about using their… their mouth on guys. It sounded like the guys liked it and all, but then I'd hear people talking about it – even guys – like it was a bad thing, too."