By unspoken agreement, neither of us tried to move things along too quickly; rather, each of us was putting on a show for the other – deliberately going slowly so as to make it last as long as possible. It wasn't long before I could detect the unique scent of her arousal, and hear the small noises of pleasure she made as she toyed with herself. We made no effort to touch each other in any way – everything that was happening between us was because of what each of us was witness to, and the pleasure we were giving ourselves.
Jill had developed a flush that extended to the upper slopes of her breasts; I thought that I could hear the faint noises of her finger sliding through the visibly wet folds of her labia, and a soft sucking sound each time she cleaned her finger of moisture it had collected. Both of her breasts were visibly tight, her areolas puckered and nipples standing tall and proud as she gently pinched and pulled on them.
From the soft groans she was making, and the way she was arching her pelvis when her hand was there, I knew that she was getting close to her climax. That knowledge, coupled with the sight of her involved in such an intimate act, moved me closer and closer to my own release.
It was when I started thinking about being able to watch her as she orgasmed that I felt myself slip past the point of no return. It wasn't but a couple more minutes before I had to tell her "I'm going to cum!" – only to hear her reply of "Yes! Do it! I want to see!"
A few more strokes, and it happened: with a guttural groan, I felt my semen begin jetting out of me, the first blob landing on my chest.
That was all Jill needed to trigger her own climax, accompanied by an impassioned moan of pleasure and relief – something that made the second spray of my cum erupt almost as powerfully as the first.
I don't think either of us closed our eyes for even a moment; I know that I was equally fascinated and amazed by the obviously powerful spasms her body went through as the waves of her release coursed through it. The sight of her vaginal opening clenching as small waves of her essence were pushed out was incredible; the sudden increase of the aroma of her arousal, and the panting moans she made delighted me because I knew they were happening as a result of what she'd seen ME doing. It was a uniquely erotic and satisfying experience.
Still, there was only so much each of us could contribute to the situation; with my male and age limitations, I was the first to lie back as I caught my breath and tried to recover. Several seconds later, Jill followed my example, leaving the two of us lying there gasping like a couple of fish out of water.
When I was feeling approximately normal again, I turned my head to look over towards Jill, who was already looking at me. Seeing that I was responsive, she told me "That was absolutely amazing. I thought it would be sexy, watching you while you were watching me – but I didn't think it would be anything like that!"
"I didn't know what to expect, really; but that wasn't it", I assured her, in return.
Several seconds passed before she got another grin on her face and announced "I want to clean your stuff off."
"If you want to", I agreed – only to be surprised when she added "With my mouth."
It took me only a second to decide to tell her "Okay, if I get to do the same for you!"
She nodded happily, and the two of us worked our way close enough to each other that we could begin our respective cleanup tasks. She greedily vacuumed my semen from my chest and belly before using her tongue and lips to clean my penis. I, on the other hand, took my time about lapping up the ample supply of her nectar from between her thighs; I was still trying to gather up any faint traces I might have missed when she told me "Damn you! If you keep doing that, you're going to make me have another orgasm – and we still have to clean up and have some breakfast before I go. It feels really good, but I don't think we've got time for it. So stop it, would you?"
I could tell from the tone of her voice that she was just trying to be 'practical', even though she obviously liked what I was doing – but I stopped anyway, if reluctantly. Once she'd mentioned it, I realized that I WAS hungry for something besides her.
Shifting myself around, I got face-to-face with her and gave her a kiss on the lips; she looked pleased, and didn't say anything. We lay there looking into each others faces for a couple of minutes before I offered "If we need to clean up, I suppose we should get started. IF you think you can behave yourself, you can take a shower with me."
Looking delighted at the prospect, she told me "Yeah, I think I can behave… mostly."
Pretending to give her the fish-eye (which amused her greatly), I answered "Well, if you can mostly behave, I guess I can live with that…", making her giggle.
A few moments later, I sat up and gave each of her nipples a kiss before telling her "Okay, come on. If we're going to have to do this, we might as well get it over with…" with feigned reluctance. She saw right through it, of course, and happily moved to follow me into the bathroom. Once we were in the shower, I discovered that a wet and slippery Jill could be almost as much fun as a dry one. And she behaved herself – mostly.
Once we were dressed and fed, a call to the depot got us the schedule of buses that could get her home; it didn't take her long to decide which one she wanted.
We had some time before it left, so we spent it cuddling on the sofa, with Demosthenes making sure Jill didn't float up off my lap by laying on her lap and purring as she rubbed his ears.
It was a quiet trip in my car as I took her to the bus depot. Once we were there, though, she took my hands in hers and looked up into my face to tell me "Jim, I can't begin to thank you. Not only for saving me from Charley, but for everything else you've done since then. You're the kind of person I think folks that want to call themselves Christians should be like: kind, and gentle, and patient, and most of all, not judging other folks too harsh – at least, not without reason. I know I was pretty messed up when I got here; but talking to you, and being with you, has helped me get rid of a lot of the stuff that was on my mind. It isn't any exaggeration to say that what you've done for me, you've given me my life back – and that's something I'll never be able to repay. But I'll never forget it, either. Or you."
"Jill, dear, I didn't give you anything; all I did was help you to claim what was already yours by right. I don't expect you to go looking for dragons to fight, but if you get the chance to help someone else, I hope you'll do it."
"That I'll be doing – you can count on it", she declared, tears welling in her eyes.
She pulled my head down far enough that she could give me a kiss on the lips before saying "I got to go. Thank you again – for everything."
With that, she released me and quickly grabbed her knapsack before hurrying into the depot. I watched her until she was out of sight, but she never looked back.
A few weeks later, I got a hand-written letter from the Olsens, the family that had taken her in. They told me that she spoke highly of me, and credited me with helping her understand that it was in her own best interest to return. They also said that after her first visit to the doctor, she'd told him that it was okay for him to tell them how she was – and that they were happy to learn that she was 'fine'. I figured that was their 'polite' way of saying that they were relieved that she was still a virgin. Also in their letter was the comment that not only was she doing better in school than they'd asked, but that she was cheerfully following all the rules they'd established. Everyone that knew her was mildly surprised at the change in her – again, something she was attributing to my influence. They thanked me for all that I'd done, and said that if I was ever in the area, I should stop in; they were looking forward to the chance to meet me.