I lowered my head to kiss her on the lips, which I saw surprised her. I simply raised an eyebrow, and she told me "When I heard the other girls talking about doing that, I heard 'em say that their boyfriends usually didn't want to kiss them too soon after they done it."
"I suppose that's how most guys are; but I'm not most guys."
She laughed and said "I'll vouch for that!" before I continued "First, you did that to make ME feel good; so why shouldn't I want to kiss you afterwards? Second, if there's still any of my semen in your mouth, so what? – it was mine to start with!"
She laughed again at the end of what I said, and looked pleased as she snuggled a little closer to me. I put my arm around her again, and I heard her release a soft sigh of contentment.
It was some time later, and I was debating whether or not to open another bottle of water when I felt/heard her yawn. Looking down at her, I could see that she was a little embarrassed about it; I gave her another hug and said "It's okay, dear; it IS getting late. You've had a busy day, and even busier night." Blushing in embarrassment, she looked up at me as I continued "The only worry about when we get up tomorrow is when you want to go to the bus station and head home."
Reminded of what lay ahead of her the next day, I could see that she was pleased at being able to go back where she'd come from – and a little saddened to be leaving where she was, too. Getting her empty soda can and setting it on the night stand, I told her "If you want to, I think it would be okay if you stayed with me tonight; but if you want to sleep on the couch again, that's okay, too. Either way, I think it's time for both of us to get some sleep."
She didn't hesitate in the slightest before moving away from me – but only far enough to turn out the light; then the two of us got ourselves under the bedcovers. She guided me onto my back, and lay on her side next to me so that she could put an arm and leg across me while resting her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her and gave her a hug, prompting her to kiss my cheek before the two of us settled in to get some shut-eye.
It was the smell of coffee that woke me up again the next morning. Except the coffee was in a cup, and in front of me. Looking beyond it, I saw that Jill was sitting cross-legged (and naked!) across from me, holding it. Seeing that she'd succeeded in waking me, she gave me a positively radiant smile before saying "Time to get up, sleepy head!"
Cute and chipper as she was, I simply couldn't do anything but smile back at her and wish her a good morning before sitting up far enough to take the cup from her. After I'd taken the first sip, I asked what time it was; her answer told me that we'd gotten more sleep that it really felt like I had. Then I remembered the activity of the night before – which improved my attitude considerably.
A few more sips, and I was ready to ask her how long she'd been awake; learning that she'd been up for nearly an hour only made me feel every bit of my age and a little envious of her energy and enthusiasm.
She must have noticed that I was looking her over because she told me "After I woke up this morning, I started thinking about last night, and the things you told me. I was more scared than I let on when you came out of the bathroom; I never had a guy see me naked like that, not even the doctor – he always had me wearing one of those hospital gowns, and there was always a nurse there. But when you came out, all you did was tell me how pretty you think I am. And the whole time we were together, you was always nice; I mean, you didn't go grabbing at me or staring or anything like that. Oh, you looked, all right, but you didn't stare, and that helped me a LOT. After getting to look at you, and then myself, I realized that there wasn't anything wrong 'bout being naked; not like my folks and the church and such said. That got me to thinking about a lot of other things that they tried to make me believe, too – and I finally decided that what you told me about thinking about things and deciding for myself was right. First thing I decided was that it actually feels good to be naked!"
She grinned at me before saying "Oh, I know you're looking at me and seeing my boobs, and between my legs. And I expect you're remembering last night, too – and that's okay. That's something else I figured out this morning: that being with somebody like that, sharing my heart and head with 'em, 'long with my body… that ain't a BAD thing, at all. You're sitting there remembering last night, just like I am; and both of us are happier because of it. I don't see how two folks being happy about something they shared can be wrong. Oh, I know there's folks out there that'd have a conniption fit if they saw us now; but they aren't here, and I ain't going to let them worry me like they done, not any more. So if you want to look, then have at it, 'cause I'm doing the same!"
I couldn't help but smile in reaction to what she'd said; I was delighted that she had thought about the things I'd told her, and started making her own decisions. Still, I had to caution her "Of course you're still going to be careful about what you say and do, and when and to who."
"Oh, sure! I don't figure to start runnin' around without a bra, or wearing skimpy clothes, or sayin' or doin' anything to provoke anyone. And I'm dang sure gonna do what I promised the Olsens about staying with them! I'm just saying that if the only reason somebody has for telling me something is because the Bible says… well, it isn't going to fret me like it used to – not by a long shot. I'll be polite enough, all right; it just won't worry me any, what they say."
It sounded to me like she'd managed to get her head on pretty straight, and that she understood that making decisions for herself didn't mean that she was exempt from the rest of society's rules. She still had a lot to learn, and needed some more experience with life, but she had a pretty good beginning. The way I figured it, she was getting off to a better start than a lot of people her age.
Both of us finished our coffee about the same time, and after Jill had taken my cup, she set both cups on the night stand. When she turned back and saw my confusion, she got a lecherous grin on her face before telling me "How good you made me feel last night, those were you doing things to me. This morning, I figured it'd be a good idea to make sure I can take care of my own needs before I leave."
Okay, it took me a few seconds to realize that she was talking about masturbation; I still didn't understand where she was going until she told me "I figured it'd be more… intersting if you were watching me."
My expression must have told her that I understood what she was saying, because she went on to add "And if I was watching you, I'd sure have reason to do it. I'd sure like getting the chance to see what happens when there isn't something there to catch it when you shoot, too."
Again, it took me a second to realize that she wanted me to watch her masturbate while she watched ME doing it, too.
She must have seen my penis twitch at the idea, because her grin only got wider as she turned to fully face me, and spread her legs.
Looking into my face, she used one hand to cup her breast and begin playing with its nipple as the other hand slowly traced its way between her thighs. Once there, I saw her finger curl as she drew the tip of it up through the cleft of her sex; when it reappeared, it glistened with her oils.
I was completely shocked, though, when she lifted her hand to begin sucking her own essence off of it. Seeing my surprise, she grinned wickedly, and told me "When you kissed me last night, I got a little bit of a taste of myself. I decided that I liked my taste, too!" before repeating her action.
I could feel myself begin to grow longer and harder in response to the show she was putting on for me, and decided that it was time for me to return the favor. Taking myself in hand, I began stroking my cock; Jill watched me slowly become fully erect even as she continued to tease her nipples, and play with her labia and clitoris.