Matt insists on privacy

{if ****=false}Matt looked at his mom, sister and Amy. "Out," he said. "I may do streaming and the world may watch me at some point but right now I need some privacy.{else}Matt looked at the anticipatory, almost hungry faces of his mother, his sister and Amy. Yeah, no, not happening. Sure he was planning on streaming his sexual exploits eventually, but his fumbling first attempt was something he wanted to keep private. Despite the blowjob he'd just enjoyed, he didn't have that much confidence that he would be able to last and he could just imagine Karen giving him a hard time for the rest of his life about his early sexual incompetence.

"Could you three leave, please?" he asked.

"Don't mind us," Karen said. "You've got to get used to being viewed, you know. And Amy and I want to learn as well."

"You'll have your chance. Right now, I want to be alone with Eliza. Please."

Karen grumbled but she finally led the three women out of the bedroom, leaving Matt alone with Emily and halfway wishing Karen was still there to tell him what to do. One thing he'd learned was that Karen might sometimes be wrong but she was always certain. And there was a definite comfort in having someone so confident around.{endif}

Fortunately, Emily took matters into her own hands. "Come here, Matt. It's time for you to become a man."

Okay, he'd thought his mom and sister had looked hungry. Eliza looked predatory. Still, she was sexy and she was a woman.

He walked over to her. Clearly her being clothed, even in a sexy black dress, while he was naked put him at a disadvantage. Well, he intended to fix that.

He kissed her, then reached around her back, found the zipper that helped the dress cling so carefully to every curve of her body, and slowly, deliberately, lowered it.

He made sure not to go too fast... both following his sister's advice to always give a woman the idea that she could say no, and therefore reduce the chance she would, and also because it seemed right. He didn't want to be a fumbling boy, he wanted to be a confident man. And a confident man would take his time without worrying that the woman he pursued might suddenly laugh and say she was only kidding. Which was only one of Matt's **** worries.

Eliza traced the muscles of his upper arm and chest. "Someone has been working out a little."

"Just pushups," he admitted.

"Amy told me you always do them at the bus stop."

"And other times." He slid the dress off her shoulders, then watched it pool on the floor around her feet. Other than her high-heeled sandles, she was as naked as he was now.

He took a moment to appreciate her body. There was a difference between girls like Amy and Karen and women like his mom and Eliza but it was hard to put a finger on exactly what defined that difference. Still, Eliza's nudity didn't embarrass her... she was a woman confident in her body despite the neglect her husband might show her. And she should be. Her breasts... implanted though they might be... stood proudly out from her body. She'd shaped her pubes into a thin landing strip. Her muscles were toned from countless hours in the gym. Her ass had filled out, giving her hips a female shape that boy-butt Amy could only dream about.

He brushed his knuckles on her cheek. "You're quite beautiful, you know."

"You've unwrapped your present," she whispered. "What are you going to do with it?"