Keep the light off and go with it!

Instead of pushing Kelly away or reaching for the light, I just leaned back a bit; she leaned forward, half-crawling atop me as our lips parted, and her tongue gently, shyly darted into my mouth...

I found, oddly enough, that even though I was kissing her, some small part of my brain could still concentrate on the 'cavern' of thoughts and minds in my vicinity; this 'thoughtspace' (as I resolved to start calling it) and my interactions with it seemed like it engaged an entirely different portion of my mind, letting me do two things at once. Which was nice, as it allowed me to continue to 'push' thoughts her way.

}I like him. I trust him. I'm ready to try pushing my boundaries a bit with him.{ Each thought slid into Kelly's mind and was accepted - albeit with some **** on that last one - even as I reached up and placed a hand on her hip, gently urging her closer as we kissed.

After I don't even know how long, Kelly moaned audibly into my mouth, and quite literally climbed into my lap, her hair brushing over my legs and chest as she swept forward, deepening the kiss, her hunger and desire starting to overcome her fear and nervousness... and then suddenly she broke the kiss, one hand slipping under my shirt.

"I need you to understand," she whispered breathily, voice husky with desire. "It's not that I haven't... I mean, I..."

"It's okay," I whispered back, unable to keep a small smile from my lips. "I'm not complaining, am I? We don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

"That's not it," she declared, shivering just a bit. My eyes were adjusting to the dark; I could see her mouth twist wryly. "I'm not shy because I don't know what to do or anything. I'm shy because I know exactly what I want to do, and I'm worried about... reactions."

"Reactions?" I blink, puzzled. "What, like I won't think you're absolutely stunning? Fat chance there, Kelly..."

She laughed, quietly, and darted in to kiss my cheek. "Well, thank you. No, it's... um... I get... loud." She swallowed. "VERY loud. I..." She sat up a little, toying with the hem of my shirt, as though she wanted to strip it away but was trying to stop herself. "Everyone in my hometown thought I was a slut because of it. I..."

I cut off her explanation by sitting up to kiss her again, gently, and wrapping my arms around her. She was so very tense! I guessed the teasing had really gotten to her - people thinking poorly of her caused her to start thinking poorly of herself, and so she started hiding herself... }It's all right,{ I sent to her, and to my relief the thought slid home; I could feel her relax in my arms. }He won't judge me. He likes me. I don't have to keep feeling ashamed of myself.{ The thoughts wormed their way into her mind with minimal resistance; almost giddy with the sense of accomplishment, I sent one further thought - one she'd always suspected, always WANTED to believe, but hadn't been able to allow herself to. }Sex is a beautiful part of life. I should enjoy it, not run from it.{

And then suddenly she was tearing at my clothes, moaning against my lips, writhing against my body. Understanding what caused her mental barriers to be raised in the first place was key to tearing them down. 'Maybe,' I thought to myself, 'I should change my major to Psychology...'

...later, that is. Right now there was something far more enjoyable to occupy my time.