-"This feels weird, yet know that it's something that I've fantasized for so long." Robert said as they were finally alone inside a hotel room.
-“I know, me too. Yet, for me it’s not only the novelty of a learning curve of a new experience Robert. I realize that I’ve been starved for affection for the longest time.” Jenny said with sad eyes.
-"I feel that something is missing, that we should have made prior preparations for this special day." Robert said looking around the impersonal room.
-"We did. We have pizza with the works on the table, but I'm too nervous to eat right now."
-"Don't be afraid Jenny; we won't do anything that you don't feel comfortable with. We can eat the pizza now if you want, before it gets cold." Robert said as he wrapped Jenny in a loving embrace.
-"The pizza can wait." Jenny said as she stood on the tips of her toes to kiss Robert once again. The kiss grew in intensity as it was slowly savored. It seemed that the room swirled around them as they walked in circles, edging ever closer to the conspicuous bed.
-"Robert, you paint as a hobby. I want you to paint on my body, and to use it as your canvas, and for you to leave on it the imprint of your scent, fingerprints, and your lips.
I want you to paint the color of my skin to a deep blush, and I want you to remember your work of art for years to come."
Smiling into her eyes, Robert said to her: -"You claim that I said that you could do anything that you want when you became 18 years old. If that is the case, then you may do so. I won't do anything at all. This is all your doing." Robert said as he released her and took one step back.
Jenny smiled with a glint in her eye, as she rather liked the idea of taking charge instead of being the victim. She recalled what Myrna had said that it would hurt, and if it did, she would then be able to stop.
She took Robert's hand and led him to sit on the edge of the bed. She ran her fingers through his hair, and she smiled as she kissed him while she simultaneously unbuttoned his shirt. Removing the garment, then she pulled off his underlying t-shirt.
Jenny then stepped back and pulled off her own t-shirt. Turning around she asked Robert: "Will you please unhook my bra?"
After he obliged, Jenny turned around and leaned into him. -"I guess that you are my birthday gift." She leaned in to whisper into his earlobe.
To test Robert's resolve, Jenny stood and inch away from his face. Her perfect breasts were eye to eye with his dilated pupils, and in the vicinity of his soft lips.
Admiring his resolve as he did not make a move, Jenny softly pushed Robert to lie on the bed as her hands traveled down his torso to loosen his belt buckle. Next she made short rift of his jeans, as those were discarded by the wayside, joined in the heap by his tube socks.
Jenny's jeans and cotton underwear quickly followed suit atop the pile of abandoned garments on the carpeted floor. Jenny stood back for a moment as she surveyed the planes and angles of his naked form.
She visually took in the color, tone, and texture of his anatomy, as if she were performing a thorough medical exam. Jenny marveled at the glaring differences in the muscular frame, sharp angles, and curves between men and women.
She averted her eyes as they traveled down to his pelvic region. From the corner of her eye she could tell that he was affected, as he too perused the landscape of her nudity at his leisure.
Suddenly remembering a fragmented memory, Jenny was inspired to take a hold of Robert's hand so that he would sit up on the bed.
-"Come with me Robert. I want you to scrub my back." Jenny said as she led them towards the adjacent bathroom.
The steam off the hot water clouded the mirrors and windows, as the shower was prolonged amid kisses, soapy, wandering hands, and constant teasing. Jenny drank the running water cascading over his chest between multiple kisses bestowed, and then down below.
Her hands and lips traveled momentarily south as she shed her inhibitions to closely study the curious appendage staring directly at her. She lightly strokes it and marvels in that the tip resembles whole sautéed mushrooms. So soft yet firm to the touch, it's fascinating, as well as intimidating as her instincts take over and she places it in her mouth.
She then emulates Myrna's actions as she recalls what she had done for show, and obviously for educational purposes. Robert placed his hands on to the shower stall walls, as he controlled the urge to do so much more.
-"Jenny you should stop. I'm going to come now if you don't." Robert said almost in a pained voice.
-Okay, I'll stop, but I want you to do that to me too." Jenny said with a justified sense of equality.
After exiting the shower, they stood on a discarded towel, as Jenny gave Robert a large towel along with instructions to towel her dry, from head to toe. Rubbing and massaging more than simply toweling, Robert found her to be wet no matter how much he strove to dry her down to her little toes.
Arriving at the bed, Jenny then unfolds the bed covering, and tells Robert to bring more dry towels from the restroom as he is left there drying himself.
Jenny puts extends one towel over the middle of the bed and jumps up on top of it.
-"Okay, it’s your turn now." Jenny lies back and shyly opens her legs, while modesty prevails as she loosely covers her secret place with her fingertips.
Robert then kneels on the bed and proceeds to kiss her lips, and down lower still to her erect nipples. After lightly teasing those for a long time, he then searches between her extended fingers an opening to insinuate his tongue in, and to coax her hands to retract from her opening.
Jenny's heart beat accelerates, as she feels and does not think. It feels so good to be with someone one is attracted to, with the absence of fear and repulsion.
She is still apprehensive of what is about to transpire, but knows in her heart that she is ready, and curious to see what this is all about. She was glad that it would be with him, for she relaxed enough to easily drift into the current of pleasure that shook her frame.
-"Now Robert, come closer." Jenny urged as she felt him at the entrance. Locking eyes, Jenny waited expectantly as Robert labored to go extremely slowly in.
Jenny's little smile turned to a sharp grimace as her leg cramped from the unusual angle and extension, and she felt invaded by an unyielding force. It burnt, and it hurt, as she felt the steady advancement pave the way.
One thorough stroke opened the way, and she urged him to slow down. She needed time to accommodate the sensation of a foreign object seeking entrance into a tight compartment, like a piston rod fitting so tightly into a cylinder that it’s stuck, as the cylinder barely tolerates the gas tight fit.
-“You're so tight!” Robert said as he grimaced as well, and profusely perspired as if he had run ten miles. Jenny was afraid that he would have a heart attack at any rate.
Feeling impaled at the stake as Robert’s instincts took over and he settled into a stroking rhythm, until his body convulsed and his contorted face, registered genuine pain. Jenny was glad when it was finally over and a gush of warm liquid was like a salve on her too tender spot.
When it was all said and done and they enjoyed the afterglow in each other’s arms, Robert softly kissed Jenny’s brow.
-“I’m sorry that it hurt. It won’t be as bad the next time. Did you enjoy the earlier part?” Robert inquired.
-“Hmmm I can’t tell as I don’t have a reference platform, to compare it with someone else” Jenny teased. -"I'm starved, let's eat the cold pizza now."
-“You’re going to kill me.” Robert said with certainty while shaking his head.
To be continued…
La Naissance de Venus by Alexandre Cabanel
