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him when, with no words between them, the mood had suddenly changed.
Without raising his head from her breasts he had raised a tentative hand to touch them. This part of her anatomy was still almost as new to her as it was to him and she found herself nervously eager for the experience. There had never been any question of her stopping him, she had had no intention of saying no. She needed this attention just as much as he needed comfort. He had kissed her mouth then and pulled her down until she was beneath him in the hay.
This much she knew from films and books was how it went but what to expect next was still unknown. There had been whispered rumours between the girls in the school playground about what happened between men and women but such subjects had not been taught, even in biology class, so she could not be sure that what she heard was the truth. What she had picked up seemed improbable to her but she had no close girl friends to ask for confirmation and it had simply never occurred to her to talk to Jasper about such a subject.
Her mother too had been no help in this respect. Jenny had been too embarrassed to ask her for information after her mother had once bluntly declared, apropos of nothing, that she would not tolerate Jenny bringing any boyfriends home and, if she was stupid enough to get pregnant, she was on her own and she need not think she could continue to live at home with an illegitimate child.
Jenny had clearly recognised this as some sort of warning shot across her bows and since then she had never dreamed of sharing anything of an intimate nature with her mother. It was a small loss, confiding in either of her parents was something she had never done. Confidences had never been invited and, except for Jasper, her world had been solitary. Now he was about to help her find out what it was that happened between man and woman.
His hands, at first hesitant, had became more confident as he sensed her unspoken acquiescence and as he moved on to explore her body his movements became ever more urgent, ever more insistent. Even now she could remember the heat of her willingness, the frantic undoing of clothing, the feel of his weight on top of her.
She had been surprised to feel his hardness and even more surprised to hear him groan as he moved against her. His breathing seemed too loud and when he whispered her name his voice was strangely hoarse. He kissed her nipples and something primal had taken over and she had offered herself in obvious invitation.
He pushed himself into her with an urgency that had both startled and hurt her, and even though she had not known exactly what to expect, she had not anticipated pain. He had hurt her and she felt invaded by him, her closest friend had become a stranger to her and she began to be afraid of him. Her need to get away from him became urgent and in a panic she tried to push him away but for all his obvious care of her at any other time he now seemed oblivious of her struggles beneath him.
Then he had started to move gently and she had felt something stir within her making her gasp at its unexpectedness. Suddenly, instead of pushing him away she began to pull him closer, desperately holding him to her. Despite the passing of time she could still vividly remember her own responses, remembering she had wanted the sensations to go on forever. Suddenly he was shuddering on top of her and for a moment she had thought with terror he must have been having some sort of seizure.
She smiled to herself now as she remembered this, her first experience of the very special seizure of male orgasm. She had not known what to expect then, never having experienced the intensity of a climax of her own and so had no way of knowing what she missed but what she had experienced was enough for her.
Afterwards, his tenderness towards her, his whispered promises offered in the gratitude he felt then, his concern at the blood he had caused and his reassurances that this was normal,
Without raising his head from her breasts he had raised a tentative hand to touch them. This part of her anatomy was still almost as new to her as it was to him and she found herself nervously eager for the experience. There had never been any question of her stopping him, she had had no intention of saying no. She needed this attention just as much as he needed comfort. He had kissed her mouth then and pulled her down until she was beneath him in the hay.
This much she knew from films and books was how it went but what to expect next was still unknown. There had been whispered rumours between the girls in the school playground about what happened between men and women but such subjects had not been taught, even in biology class, so she could not be sure that what she heard was the truth. What she had picked up seemed improbable to her but she had no close girl friends to ask for confirmation and it had simply never occurred to her to talk to Jasper about such a subject.
Her mother too had been no help in this respect. Jenny had been too embarrassed to ask her for information after her mother had once bluntly declared, apropos of nothing, that she would not tolerate Jenny bringing any boyfriends home and, if she was stupid enough to get pregnant, she was on her own and she need not think she could continue to live at home with an illegitimate child.
Jenny had clearly recognised this as some sort of warning shot across her bows and since then she had never dreamed of sharing anything of an intimate nature with her mother. It was a small loss, confiding in either of her parents was something she had never done. Confidences had never been invited and, except for Jasper, her world had been solitary. Now he was about to help her find out what it was that happened between man and woman.
His hands, at first hesitant, had became more confident as he sensed her unspoken acquiescence and as he moved on to explore her body his movements became ever more urgent, ever more insistent. Even now she could remember the heat of her willingness, the frantic undoing of clothing, the feel of his weight on top of her.
She had been surprised to feel his hardness and even more surprised to hear him groan as he moved against her. His breathing seemed too loud and when he whispered her name his voice was strangely hoarse. He kissed her nipples and something primal had taken over and she had offered herself in obvious invitation.
He pushed himself into her with an urgency that had both startled and hurt her, and even though she had not known exactly what to expect, she had not anticipated pain. He had hurt her and she felt invaded by him, her closest friend had become a stranger to her and she began to be afraid of him. Her need to get away from him became urgent and in a panic she tried to push him away but for all his obvious care of her at any other time he now seemed oblivious of her struggles beneath him.
Then he had started to move gently and she had felt something stir within her making her gasp at its unexpectedness. Suddenly, instead of pushing him away she began to pull him closer, desperately holding him to her. Despite the passing of time she could still vividly remember her own responses, remembering she had wanted the sensations to go on forever. Suddenly he was shuddering on top of her and for a moment she had thought with terror he must have been having some sort of seizure.
She smiled to herself now as she remembered this, her first experience of the very special seizure of male orgasm. She had not known what to expect then, never having experienced the intensity of a climax of her own and so had no way of knowing what she missed but what she had experienced was enough for her.
Afterwards, his tenderness towards her, his whispered promises offered in the gratitude he felt then, his concern at the blood he had caused and his reassurances that this was normal,
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