Friends and Lovers

Dorsai

My name is Daniel, and I have a fraternal twin sister named Janet.

From the time we were born, we were friends. Then, shortly after the two of us hit puberty, we willingly became lovers -" though we didn't actually consummate our relationship until we were just shy of 15 years old.

I know that the kind of closeness that Sis and I had as we grew up wasn't anything like most kids our age; but then, we grew up in an environment that was so different than anything most other kids had that no comparison is really possible. You see, not only did our parents have a kind of love for each other that was so much more than any other parents that we ever met, they also shared that love with five of our Moms friends, along with a few others.

Maybe I should explain a little – Our Dad is Dan Marshall. He met our Mom through a friend of hers, Janet (who Sis is named after; my middle name is from Dad's best friend), when Mom and her friend were still in High School. Dad was able to help Mom and the others learn and understand something he'd been able to figure out: how to truly*love* other people. As a result, Dad ended up marrying Mom -" and indirectly, all the rest of Mom's friends, too. So when Sis and I were growing up, we had not just our biological parents, but Mom's friends, as well. In effect, we had one Dad, but six mothers. And on top of that, there were a few years when we had another of Mom and Dads friends taking care of us: a girl from the Philippines by the name of Marilyn.

But the real clincher of the whole deal is that not only were all these people sharing the love they had in their hearts and minds, but their bodies, as well.

As a result, while we were growing up, Sis and I never had any reason not to think that making love and nudity and all that were anything but perfectly reasonable and normal. In fact, when I started sprouting pubic hair, I was proud to show it to Sis; when she began to develop breasts, she was just as proud to show them to ME. It was when I discovered the results of masturbation that Sis and I became friends and lovers, as I said before.

It wasn't until we were in High School, though, that the intimacy that Sis and I shared with each other expanded to include other people, as well – Up through the end of middle school, Sis and I both had the usual assortment of friends: there were the people that we were willing to hang out with at school, a smaller number of people where we were comfortable visiting each other's homes after school, and a much smaller number of people that we were close enough to that we'd spend the night with.

Through the vagaries of the educational system, the people in each category shifted dramatically when we made the transition from middle school to high school. For one reason or another, Sis and I both lost the kids that were "overnighters" -" most ended up going to a different high school, and a few moved away completely. That meant that for both of us, we ended up becoming better friends with some of the kids in the middle category while we were getting to know the people at the new school.

Something else that happened was that Sis and I didn't have any classes together, and had different lunch periods (the school had 2 because the number of kids was so much greater than the cafeteria capacity). We still had time to visit a little bit in the halls between classes, but that was about it.

On the plus side, because of how close we were with each other, we didn't feel the pressure that a lot of the other kids did to find a friend of the opposite gender to match up with. Of course, some of the new people that we met were thrown a bit by how well Sis and I got along, but when they learned that we were fraternal twins, that seemed to settle it for them. The friends we still had from middle school knew that we got along a lot better than most people would think, but not _how much_ better.

I suppose I should have expected that there would be a few bigger kids that just*had* to show off what tough guys they were in Gym class by giving me and a couple of the other new students a hard time. I didn't try to take them on, but I didn't try to run away from them, either; before they got too far into bullying me, the teacher got everybody started on what he wanted us to do that day.

After school ended, Janet and I were walking home when the three guys that had been picking on me came out of a convenience store as we went by. One of them recognized me, and that was enough for them to try and pick up where they'd left off at school.

That proved to be a bad idea on their part, for a couple of reasons. First, there wasn't any teacher around to break things up if it got out of hand. Second, they didn't know that Janet and I had started taking martial arts classes a couple of years before; while I was learning Aikido, Janet gave in to her more violent side and started taking Tae Kwon Do. So when they got tired of berating me, and started getting physical, I simply began defending myself. Not being overly bright, they considered their inability to push me around or hit me to be justification for getting even more physical -" which left me no choice but to start hurting them. One of them finally took a swing at me, and kind of got redirected into a wall of the store – face-first, breaking his nose. While I was trying to tell him that I just wanted to be left alone, I heard a commotion behind me, followed by Janet demanding "You want some, too?"

When I turned to look, I could see that another one of them had apparently thought to do something while I wasn't looking; Janet had taken care of him with a strike of some kind to the solar plexus, leaving him laying on the ground as he gasped for air. Her question had been directed to the last one, who was standing there looking as though he couldn't believe what had just happened -" while Janet stood there in what was obviously a martial arts defensive position, clearly ready to clobber him if he tried anything.

Turning back to the one that I'd already had to deal with, I told him "Listen, I'm not looking for trouble – but I'm not going to be pushed around, either. You guys should give it a rest before somebody" -" I said "somebody", but he knew I meant him and his pals -" "really gets hurt."

I could see that he was afraid of me then, and he slowly nodded as blood streamed down his face from his nose. Keeping an eye on him, I told Janet "I think we're done here. Let's go home, Sis."

The rest of our trip home was uneventful, and even after Mom and Dad got home and asked us how our day was, neither of us said anything about the "fight" -" not because we were afraid we'd be in trouble (we knew we wouldn't, since we'd been defending ourselves), but simply because we didn't figure it was worth telling.

The second day after that, one of my friends told me that a couple of other kids had seen what happened, and the whole school knew that Janet and I had "kicked the asses off" the three bullies. When I heard that, I figured I was going to have to deal with the three dummies again, or their friends, or somebody else that wanted to be a hard-ass. Nothing ever happened, though – other than I was left alone in Gym class after that. Oh, and*nobody* ever bothered Sis!

As the rest of the school year progressed, a couple of our respective friends went from being good friends to best friends, and spent the night with us a few times. They were uniformly surprised to learn just how much "looser" the rules were at our house than at theirs: neither Janet or I had any qualms about going from point "A" in the house to point "B" in our underwear (worn out of consideration for the guest; otherwise, we likely wouldn't have bothered with even that much). Of course, they were somewhat amazed; but because Janet and I didn't think anything of it, they quit paying attention, too. After that, they got to the point that they were willing to follow our example. Naturally, the two of us followed the local customs whenever we were visiting someone else's place -" as we'd heard Dad express it, "My house, my rules; your house, your rules."

The end result was that I saw some of Janet's friends in just their bra and panties, and they saw me in just my undershorts; some of my friends saw Janet in just her underwear, and she saw them the same way. Nothing was ever said, and nobody got out of line – though I'd be surprised if the looking didn't go on longer than it strictly needed to.

Shortly after New Years, Janet and I had finished studying and I was in her room, sitting on her bed with her sitting in front of me while I held her as we chatted about school. We'd been talking about the one teacher that we had in common when she asked me "Danny, do you think Nadia is pretty?"

With the question seeming to come out of nowhere, it took me a second to realize who she meant: one of the girls that had become one of her best friends, and stayed the night several times. I didn't have any trouble answering "Sure, she's pretty enough. Why?"

Janet was quiet for a few seconds before telling me "After we had that so-called 'Sex Ed' class in Biology, she's started getting all worked up, worrying that she isn't growing tits and hair right and that she doesn't know anything about guys. I've tried to explain to her that she's doing fine, and even shown her a few sites on the Internet – but she still isn't sure she looks okay."

Remembering what I'd seen of Nadia, I couldn't figure why she'd have any worries -" she had a cute face and lovely butter-blond hair, a nice shape, and beautiful skin. Her tits weren't as large as Janet's, but she was still well past flat-chested. I'd only seen her with her bra and panties on, so didn't know about her other concern, but figured that if that part of her was as developed as her bust, she was in perfectly reasonable condition. Still, I knew Sis well enough that I just gave her a hug before asking "Yeah, and -?"

"If I can talk her into it, would you be willing to look at her, and tell her that you think she's pretty, so she'll stop*worrying* so much?"

I couldn't help laughing before I answered "Well, I suppose I'd be willing to look at another naked girl, if I had to", making Sis laugh, too.

A couple of moments later, she asked "If she wanted to, would you let her look at you? Naked, I mean, so she doesn't feel like she doesn't know anything about guys? And maybe even kiss and touch her a little bit, so she knows you really mean it when you tell her you think she's pretty?"

The intimacy that Janet and I shared was something that was known only in our home -" Mom and Dad had both been aware of how close Sis and I were, and given us their implicit permission to become sexually active with each other. Nobody outside our "family" (Mom and Dad's special friends knew, too, of course) was aware of just how close Sis and I were. That prompted me to respond by saying "I can, if that's what she wants. But how does it happen? I mean, is it going to be just me and her? Or is she going to want you there, too, as her friend, and to make sure nobody gets carried away with the kissing and touching? If you're there, how do we deal with me being naked in front of you? Would she want you to be naked, too? What about that, with me there? What kind of touching -" just me touching her boobs, or one or both of us touching sex parts? Is it just touching, or is she maybe going to want to find out more? And if so, how much? Sis, you know what kind of problems there could be if anyone found out about us – not just for you and me, but Mom and Dad, too. Like I said, I*can* do that stuff, but Nadia's your friend; you're the one that's going to have to make sure that it'll be okay."

Sis was silent for a little while, then asked "Okay, if I can make sure that there won't be any problems, you'll do it?"

I gave her another hug before answering "If you can make sure, I'll do it."

As Janet and I continued to sit there, I knew that my questions weren't the end of it. I would readily admit that Janet was the "faster" thinker of the two of us, just as I knew that she'd concede that I thought "deeper" than she did; I pretty much figured that she'd still come to me to make sure there wasn't something she wasn't leaving out. That proved to be just what happened over the course of the next few weeks.

Knowing that Sis hadn't given up on the idea, I wasn't surprised when she finally let me know that Nadia was actively interested in the solutions Janet had offered, and that she was prepared to deal with the few issues she hadn't already taken care of. Grinning, I let her know that when Nadia was ready, I'd be available.

I found out how carefully Janet had thought things through when she asked for, and got, permission for Nadia to spend the night when Mom and Dad told us that they would be attending a Saturday trade show related to Dad's engineering business -" they'd leave home the day before, spend the night in a hotel, attend the show, and come home that evening.

Mom and Dad's departure wasn't all that big of a deal -" they were going to be back the next day, and Sis and I had already demonstrated that we were mature and responsible enough to be left alone. We had a list of phone numbers we could call for different needs or emergencies, as well as Mom and Dad's cell phone numbers, and one of Dad's credit cards for *emergency* use. After making sure that Sis and I still knew the rules (such as they were), each of us got a kiss from Mom before they left. Shortly after we finished supper, Nadia came over; she and Sis quickly disappeared into Sis' room, leaving me to entertain myself with a movie on TV.

After the movie finished, I was waiting to catch the sports reporting on the news when Janet came into the den wearing only a pair of panties. When I looked up at her, she told me "If you're still willing, it's time. She's nervous as all get-out waiting for it, but ready. She decided that she'd feel better if you still had your underwear on when you came in."

I just nodded, and got up; when I went into my room, Janet followed me. As I undressed, she went on to tell me "She's okay with you looking at her, and even kissing and touching her boobs. If it's okay with you, she wants to touch your penis; if she does, she'll be okay with you touching her there, too -" a little embarrassed maybe, but okay. What she'd like to happen is to kind of work into it – you look at her first, then she learns about guys, then the kissing and touching. She isn't sure yet, but she might even want to try some sex stuff -" just using your mouths on each other."

I looked at her in surprise, and she grinned at me as she said "Yeah, it surprised me, too. Just so you know, we're okay with being naked because we're twins and just grew up that way. I've asked around it enough that if any of the sex stuff happens, I'm*sure* she'll be okay about hearing about us afterwards; if it doesn't happen, then there's nothing to say."

I nodded, and with only my undershorts on, followed Janet back to her room. Nadia was sitting on the bed, resting against the headboard; she had her hands in her lap as she used her arms to cover as much as she could of her bare breasts -" she wasn't any more dressed than Janet or me.

With a small gesture, Sis let me know that I should sit in her chair so that she could sit on the bed with Nadia. After the brief glance I'd given her when I came in, I made a point of only looking into Nadia's face to try and help her relax.

Once all of us had been seated for a bit, Janet asked me "Danny, if Nadia stood up and let you look at her without any clothes on, would you tell her what you really think she looks like? Not just if you think she's pretty or sexy, but*why*?"

"Sure, if that's what she wants."

Something that Sis and I had kind of absorbed from Dad was that if anyone explicitly asked us for the truth, then we'd give it to them -" plain, and unvarnished. The people that knew us knew that was what happened, so Nadia had every reason to believe that if she stood up and let me look at her, I'd tell her exactly what I saw. From the look in her eyes, I could see that she also knew I was giving her one last chance to back out of the whole deal; if she let me look at her naked, she was going to hear my honest opinion, like it or not.

Looking into Nadia's face, I knew just how close she came to saying she'd changed her mind before she suddenly scooted to the edge of Janet's bed and stood up. Saying "If I don't do this, I'm*always* going to be worried and afraid, because I won't know", she quickly slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. Her ears turned pink, but she didn't show any other reaction as she stood in front of me.

The first thing I did was look into her eyes, and saw how concerned she was. Smiling, I told her "There's nothing to be afraid of, Nadia" before dropping my gaze.

As I'd remembered, Nadia's breasts weren't as large as Janet's -" but didn't miss it by a whole lot. Generally conical, they looked smooth and firm; at the tip of each was a dark pink areola about the size of a quarter, and slightly puffy. Neatly centered in each were her nipples, a little larger around than a pencil and sticking out roughly a quarter of an inch.

Her belly was a smooth expanse of unblemished light pink skin. Her waist was trim, and flowed nicely into her hips. An "innie" navel emphasized her abdomen and the faint paunch almost all women have; between her thighs, I could see the dark triangle of her pubic hair. From where I sat, it looked somewhat sparse, but slightly larger than the strip that covered Janet's mons. Nadia's thighs were slender, and perfectly proportioned to the rest of her legs.

I enjoyed the view as I moved my eyes up again, and when I looked into Nadia's face, she hesitated only briefly before turning around to show me the obverse side.

I'd never say so to Janet, but Nadia's ass was even better looking than hers -" it was comprised of a couple of delightfully small, tight globes that curved _just so_. Nadia's legs were even better looking from the back, which is saying something. Her hips and waist seemed to just naturally draw my attention to her back, and from there to her slender and graceful shoulders. Her hair came down to a little past her shoulders, and when she pulled it out of the way, I immediately wanted to be a vampire so I could nibble on her neck. After taking a few more seconds to marvel at Nadia's ass some more, I sat back in the chair.

A brief word from Janet let her friend know that I was done, and she turned and sat down again without bothering to put on her panties or trying to cover her breasts.

She was looking at me somewhat anxiously when I told her "You're very pretty, and very sexy. Obviously, your breasts aren't as big as Janet's -but almost. They have a delightful shape, and it wouldn't take much for me to fall in love with them – they're that nice to look at. Your waist and hips are absolutely*perfect* for you -" they make it obvious you're female, but without making you look like some Barbie doll. Your hair down there isn't really thick, but I don't see anything*wrong* with it, either. When the weather lets you, you should wear the shortest skirts or dresses your folks will let you have -" your legs look that good. If I was your boyfriend, you'd need a crowbar to get my hands off of your butt -seriously. When you pulled your hair out of the way, the first thing I thought was that I wished I was a vampire so I could nibble on your neck. Quite frankly, I have no idea why you would be worried about how you look -" except maybe for worrying about guys that see you, and walk into trees or walls or something."

As I'd started talking, the anxiety started to leave Nadia's face; she actually smiled when I said the part about her legs, and laughed when I told her about her need for a crowbar. When I was done, it was easy to tell that she felt a*lot* better about how she looked. She only confirmed it when she sincerely told me "Thanks, Danny."

The three of us sat there for several seconds before Nadia and Janet shared some kind of Look with each other before facing me again. I was a little surprised when it was Nadia that told me "I – I've never seen a guy before – you know, there. I mean, I've seen babies and little boys, but I figure it's different for guys like it is for girls. Would – would it be okay with you if – if I wanted to see how boys are different -" with you?"

With no apparent concern, I didn't hesitate to tell her "Sure. You want me to stand up, or lay down, or what?"

She considered it for a moment before telling me "I guess laying down. I don't know how long it'll take -", apologetically.

"No problem", I assured her.

I saw her ears get pink again before she asked "Would you mind if I, um, touched, too?"

Standing up, I answered "Look, touch, move things around – whatever you need, for however long you want."

Realizing that she was in the way of where she wanted me to be, Nadia stood up and moved to the side to make room for me. Calmly and casually, I got rid of my undershorts and moved to lay on the bed. To try and put Nadia at ease, I put my hands behind my head and closed my eyes, as though ready to take an extended rest. Several seconds later, I felt it as she sat on the bed again, then she and Janet got themselves positioned on either side of me at about hip level. From that point on, I was as passive and utterly indifferent to whatever happened as anybody could want. When I started to respond a little bit to what Nadia was doing to me with her hand, it was Janet that explained that what was happening wasn't something I was totally in control of -" and that it didn't necessarily mean anything. Janet also answered whatever questions Nadia had; I was there purely as the test dummy.

I don't know how much time passed, and didn't particularly care; it was only when I heard Nadia tell me "Um, I'm done now, Danny" did I open my eyes and sit up again.

Seeing that I wasn't bothered in the slightest by what had just gone on seemed to give Nadia some assurance that she hadn't done anything to be concerned about. With me sitting up and paying attention, she did hesitantly ask me a few questions; I answered them as dispassionately as I could, making sure she knew when I was speaking for myself, and when I was extrapolating to guys in general.

A couple minutes went by with the three of us sitting there in silence when Nadia told me "You've been real nice about all this, Danny, and a lot more patient and understanding than I thought you'd be -" even though I know I hurt you little bit, just now, even though I didn't mean to. Jan told me that you were a good brother, and that you wouldn't do or say anything to make me feel bad about all this, and she was right. My parents are kind of strict, and I've only been out with guys a few times, and our parents had to drive us; so I've never gotten a chance to, um, learn anything with them. I was kinda hoping that maybe – if it was okay, and you wanted to, I mean – maybe I could, uh, learn some stuff with you. I mean, you've been so NICE and everything; and I know I can believe Jan when she tells me that you wouldn't – push things, and that if I wanted to stop, you wouldn't be mad or upset."

"As pretty and sexy as I think you are – yeah, I'd like it if you wanted to learn some stuff with me; and I'm*sure* that it would be okay, 'cause I wouldn't dream of doing anything that wasn't okay with you. You're right that I wouldn't be mad or upset or anything, either", I answered. Nadia was sitting close enough to me that I was able to lean forward with the obvious intention of kissing her; she didn't move as I touched my lips to hers in a brief, soft kiss before sitting up again.

When I looked at her, I could see how much that small gesture meant to her, and how much it calmed and reassured her. She didn't hesitate to move a little closer, and I shifted my body so that the two of us were facing each other. Nadia moved her head forward in invitation for me to kiss her again, and I did – continuing it until I felt her pull back slightly. I let the kiss end just as readily as we'd started it, visibly pleasing her. We exchanged several more kisses that way, each one lasting a little longer as we let ourselves get more and more involved in what we were doing.

As we were kissing, I put my hand on Nadia's hip -" and felt her stiffen slightly; but when I just left it there and used my fingertips to tenderly caress her soft skin, she quickly relaxed again. More kisses followed, and when I began to move my hand on her side, Nadia readily accepted my caresses so that I was able to move my hand all along her side, from below her hip to even with her breasts. Before much more time had passed, my other hand was duplicating what the first was as our kissing changed from friendly and affectionate to somewhat more impassioned.

I'd said that I wasn't going to try to make things happen any faster than Nadia was comfortable with, and I didn't -" but when she indicated she was ready to move things along, I damn sure didn't lag behind her, either. When she worked up the nerve to give my lips a brief, light touch with her tongue, I readily send my own out in welcome; it wasn't but a couple of seconds until they were in a running wrestling match that ranged from her mouth to mine and back. As that was going on, I slowly moved one of my hands around toward her breast – giving her time to let me know if she wasn't ready for my touch yet. Instead of objecting, she released a soft moan when my hand cupped her young mammary. I was still enjoying the warm mass of it when she pressed it against my hand, letting me know that she wanted me to do more than just hold it.

It wasn't long before I had both of my hands on her tits, running my thumbs across her erecting nipples, gently squeezing them in appreciation of how nice the felt, and softly caressing their smooth surface.

Between how we were kissing each other, and the way I was ministering to her bust, Nadia's arousal grew steadily. When it got difficult to continue kissing her because of her soft panting, she let me gently guide her down so that she was laying on the bed. She looked up at me in complete trust before I gave her another short, soft kiss on the lips -" then went on to kiss more and more of her, starting with her face, and gradually including her ears and throat. When I got to her neck, I couldn't resist making a "rowr-rowr-rowr" rabid badger kind of noise and pretending I was biting and chewing the juncture of her neck and shoulder; she scrunched her shoulder up and laughed before relaxing again when I shifted back to simply kissing her as my hand stayed busy on her breasts.

She moaned softly in response to my nibbling on her earlobes with my lips, and had her hands in my hair when I began kissing my way down from her throat. When I finally fastened my lips on the peak of one of her breasts, she gasped and tried to press her chest up toward me.

While I tended to her delightful bust with my mouth and lips, I let my hand drift farther and farther down her body -" but stopping short of the dark delta at the base of her belly. Instead, I once again started caressing her sides – and including the terrain between them in the process. I know that there wasn't a single square millimeter of her belly and abdomen that my fingertips didn't come in contact with.

I'd brought the tips of her lovely breasts to glistening peaks before gently easing my hand down the top of one of her smooth, firm thighs. As I slowly traced a return path a little closer to the inside of her thigh, Nadia opened her legs and softly told me "Please, Danny -" touch me there, too -"

Even with that kind of explicit request, I didn't immediately move my hand between her legs. Instead, I just continued caressing my way closer and closer to her treasure, learning just how soft and fine the thatch on her mons was along the way. By the time I first felt her wispy pubic hair against the side of my hand, I was beginning to detect the faint aroma of aroused female. When I finally cupped her mons in my hand, I could feel the warmth and dampness between her vaginal lips where I knew the entrance to her vagina was.

The first thing I did directly to her womanhood was to*slightly* dip my finger between her labia and draw it upwards along her cleft a short distance, in an effort to let her know that I wasn't going to do anything to hurt her. Even that small, simple touch was enough to draw a moan from her as she lifted her hips slightly in welcome.

Carefully and gradually, I eased my fingertip a little deeper each time, and brought it a little farther along her slit before bringing it out again. There came the point where I brushed across her opening, causing her to groan and arch herself up even more before my touch ended with a soft and brief brush across her clitoris, making her gasp.

Patiently, as I continued to nurse at her breasts, I transferred the oils that accumulated at her entrance to the small bead of flesh farther up

– " and began manipulating it. Nadia reacted by drawing her knees up and parting her thighs a little more to give me easier access.

Nadia's arousal increased quickly under my tender touches; the scent of her was thick in the air when I decided that it was time to find out if she tasted as good as she smelled. I'd left her breasts and kissed my way halfway down her belly before she seemed to understand where I was headed; she lifted her head to ask me "You're – you're going to do that?"

Looking into her eyes, I answered "Only if you want me to."

"I do!", she exclaimed, "I just wasn't sure how to ask you."

I just smiled, and went back to what I was doing as she lay her head back again.

When I got low enough on her body, I moved between Nadia's legs; her only reaction was to spread them a bit more to make sure I had enough room. It wasn't much longer until I had my head between her thighs.

Though I figured Nadia had to be a little apprehensive or nervous about having me there, I*had* to take a few seconds to really look at her -" her thin and delicate-looking labia, dark with her desire and slightly parted, making it possible for me to _just barely_ make out the entrance to her vagina at the bottom and the nubbin of her clit at the top. She made a lovely sight before I lowered my head and extended my tongue far enough to make the first pass between her vaginal lips, from bottom to top. The first sample of her juices that I got on my tongue were a delight – thin, light, and both sweet and tangy at the same time.

It didn't take long before I was happily engaged in doing my very best to arouse and please her. She liked it when I used the tip of my tongue to "scoop" her essence out of her opening, just as she enjoyed having me lick her labia and nibble on them with my lips. Everything I tried with her clitoris was a winner -" gently circling it with my tongue, softly sucking on it, fluttering my tongue across it, rhythmically pressing on it with my flattened tongue, and anything else I thought of doing pleased her, and increased her arousal. Sooner than I would have liked (she did taste good, and I was enjoying myself), I could tell that she was getting close to having an orgasm. It crossed my mind to try and delay it so that it would be even better for her, but decided that possibly overloading her probably wasn't a good idea. Instead, I had to be content with "just" helping her have a climax -" which wasn't*that* much of a disappointment.

As Nadia's orgasm got closer and closer, her legs slowly drew closer together, too. Her thighs were firmly pressed against my ears when she found her release, but I could still hear the cry she made when it started. I was delighted to see small wavelets of her juices being pushed out of her in time with the spasms I could feel coursing through her body, and happily devoted myself to lapping them up; her reaction told me that I was also intensifying her orgasm somewhat -" but I judged it wasn't enough to cause her any problems, and continued what I was doing.

I'd exhausted the supply of her nectar when her thighs fell away from my ears. Knowing that her climax was all but over, I quickly moved to lay next to her again; taking her into my arms, I held her close as her breathing gradually became more normal. I wasn't prepared when she suddenly gave me a ferocious hug and emotionally told me "Oh, _thank you_, Danny! That felt SO much better than I thought it would, and I never even dreamed that it could make me have an orgasm like that!"

I hugged her back as I told her "I'm glad you liked it, Nadia. I liked doing it, too."

"I could tell", she replied. "I was afraid you were just doing it because I wanted you to, but you kept doing things that felt so*good* to me that I just KNEW you liked it, too."

With that, she moved her head from my shoulder and kissed me -" long, and deep. I was glad to return it, and the two of us spent a little time caressing each other's bodies as our tongues got reintroduced.

When our kiss finally ended, Nadia pulled her head back far enough to look into my face as she told me "As good as you made me feel, I want to learn how to do that for you, too. Except that all I know is that I'd have your penis in my mouth, so I wouldn't be very good at it – at least, at first."

"If you want to learn with me, it's okay, Nadia. I'm sure you'll do fine."

Pleased that I'd agreed, and somewhat reassured that I'd told her she'd do fine, Nadia pressed her hand against my chest to let me know she wanted me on my back. Instead, I sat up a little bit and made a little show of using my 'free' hand to take the wrist of the other arm and "forcefully" pulling my hand off her butt -" making her smile. When I'd moved to lay on my back, the smoky look in her eyes told me that I was in for an experience. I watched her as she sat up long enough to pivot on her cute butt and lower her body so that her head was in the immediate vicinity of my semi-erect penis. Taking me in her hand, she gave me a few gentle strokes before spotting a drop of my pre-cum; I don't think she hesitated in the slightest before lowering her head and using the tip of her tongue to collect it. Once she had it in her mouth, it took only a moment for her to show me a pleased smile.

That began my all-too-brief career as an oral sex training aid. Not that the career itself was brief (it lasted well over half an hour), just that it was a lot briefer than I would have liked.

Nadia didn't know anything about giving a guy oral sex, but knew that she didn't know anything -" and made up for it with enthusiasm, eagerness, a definite desire to please, and a willingness to try about anything that came into her mind. She seemed to know that teeth weren't appropriate, and was careful enough with her enthusiasm that she knew when she did something uncomfortable to me well before causing any outright pain. Of course, there were only so many fundamental things that she could do, but the variations and combinations of different things that she attempted seemed unlimited. I was amazed when she tried to masturbate me just using her tongue (which I'm sure was twice as long as it was supposed to be), for example – and then at just how good it felt.