After some thought, Yes...

Lucy thought for a bit before responding but realized how comfortable she felt around him and agreed to go with John. He had a good point; she was technically an adult, and yet she'd never done anything yet that was different than before she turned 18. She had to grow up and try new things sometime, and this seemed like as good a time as any.

Walking together to John's house, Lucy felt a sense of excitement. She had no physical attraction to this man, but spending time with him was pleasant, and he was treating her more like an adult than anyone ever had. Plus, she liked the sense of rebelliousness in the idea of trying **** for the first time.

After a few minutes the duo arrived at a modest ranch home.

"I know it's not much," John said as they walked in the door. "But it's plenty of room for little ole' me."

He walked through the living room to the kitchen to a wine rack next to the table holding a couple of dozen bottles.

"I don't suppose you have much of an opinion on wine at this point, but I think we should go with some sweet rosé, just like my sweet rose, Lucy."

Lucy blushed at the compliment and nodded in approval. John grabbed a couple glasses from the cabinet and gave each one what seemed like a generous pour. He handed her one before taking a sip himself.

"It may taste a little funny to you the first time, but that's normal," he said reassuringly.

Lucy looked down the glass at the liquid swirling inside, then took a deep breath, followed by a small sip. It was actually sweeter than she was expecting, although there was a definite bitterness behind it as well. Beyond the recognizable flavor of grapes, there was little else she could say about it, but a strange feeling of accomplishment washed over her after having tried an adult beverage for the first time.

"It's good!" she exclaimed.

"Haha, I'm glad it didn't scare you off! Let's go sit down on the couch while we drink. I'll bring the bottle so you can have as much as you like."

Lucy plopped down on the end of the couch with her glass, and John sat directly next to her, closer than she was used to someone placing themselves. His wide body lightly pressed against hers, his considerable weight upon the cushions causing her smaller body to almost fall into his. His right arm reached up around her shoulder as he set the half-filled bottle on the end table, but even after releasing his grip, the arm fell down around her shoulder. Lucy was now kind of snuggled into John, and while a bit taken aback, she chose not to say anything.

The two continued to chat as they sipped their wine. Lucy told John about school, her time running cross country, and volunteering through her Catholic church.

He would ask questions, crack an occasional joke, and occasionally brush his fingers against her shoulder.

As she got towards the end of her first glass, Lucy started to notice a change in her mood. It was nearly imperceptible at first, but the words started to flow easier, and her head felt lighter as she got more comfortable settling into John's side. Before she could finish her last sip, John smoothly refilled her glass as well as his own.

"Could I tell you something, Miss Lucy?" John asked, leaning closer towards her. "You're a beautiful, impressive woman, and I don't think you realize how sexy you are."

Lucy was shocked at John's words but strangely accepting at the same time. The wine was definitely making her feel looser, which muted her reception to John's next move as well as he moved closer to her. Lucy realized that John was leaning in for a kiss, her first kiss ever, and to her own surprise she didn't move her head away as his lips made contact with hers. At the same time his embrace tightened, holding her firmly in place as she experienced her first moments of intimacy with the 62-year-old man.

The experience was unexpected, and Lucy would have recoiled had she been able. Thankfully, she had set her wine glass on the table as her arm flailed in confusion. But John knew what he wanted, and she acquiesced as his tongue split her lips and met hers. She had no idea this was what kissing would be like, but it did have a much more naughty feeling than she'd realized. Especially this kind of kissing. Lucy became aware of how close she was to John and how under his control she felt.

Finally, he pulled away. "I think you and I are going to get along just fine, Lucy," he said to her. "Was that your first kiss?"

"Yes, it was," she meekly nodded. "John, no one has ever talked to me like that before. I'm not sure how I feel about it. You're a great guy, but this is moving a bit fast for me. And I feel a bit dizzy from the wine."

"This is normal, Lucy; don't worry. And I don't think it's the wine; I think it's another feeling that you're just not used to. Your body wants you to have fun, and sometimes you have to listen to it." Before she could do anything, he leaned in and kissed her again, and this time grabbed one of her small breasts over the top of her dress. Amid her surprise, Lucy became aware of a new kind of feeling that she'd never experienced in its entirety before, an excited embarrassment that she couldn't place a finger on.

After a few seconds, John pulled back again and looked into her eyes. "Lucy, let's go to my bedroom," he said as he sat up from their somewhat asymmetrical embrace.

"What are we going to do in there, John?" Lucy asked, a look of confusion on her face.

John responded with a bemused look before a wave of realization crossed him. "Lucy dear, do you know what sex is? Did your parents tell you about that?"

"Ummm, not really, they said they would before I went off to college, but I don't really know what it is," Lucy said, embarrassed. And it was the truth. Her conservative Catholic family had never been open with these sorts of things beyond the surface-level behaviors of chastity, and they'd opted her out of the health classes back in middle school where the topic had been discussed. She knew it had something to do with love and kissing, but this was already unfamiliar territory for her.

"Come with me," John said.