Plenty

"And when people care about each other that much, well, that's love." Infatuation may be a better word for this context, but it definitely doesn't sound as nice. Cecily smiles abashedly. "Love?" she asks, still smiling. "And when people are in love, sometimes they...make love." Cecily stops smiling. "Do you mean what I think you mean?" she asks suspiciously, eyes narrowing at you. "Well, what do you think I mean?' She rolls her eyes. "You know...sex." Maybe she isn't quite as sheltered as you thought.

"Well, yes, more or less." Definitely more. She looks at the floor again. "I...I can't do...that. I'm married to the church, and God isn't happy about infidelity." She may be shy, but you can hear the uncertainty in her voice as she tries to joke. Some part of her definitely wants this. You decide to try to ease her into it, to relax her. "Well," you say playfully,"we don't have to have intercourse. What if we just use our hands or something? Is there any rule against that?" She wait a moment, then says, "I don't know. Probably." She is stubborn, you'll give her that. You would admire her dedication if you weren't the one on the non-receiving end. "Just hear me out. You don't think I want anything bad for you, right? You don't think I'm trying to hurt you or get you in trouble?" She shakes her head no. "Right, because you have faith in me. So just have faith in me here. You said you don't know. I'm saying it's ok. Do you still believe in me?" Cecily is silent, though you have no idea if she's lost in thought or ignoring you.

"Ok," she says, quiet as a mouse. You give her a quick kiss, trying to be reassuring. "It'll all work out, just believe in me" She nods silently. You reach a hand down and start fondling her tiny, almost-flat breast. She closes her eyes and scrunches her face, but as you continue she slowly relaxes. You make out with her again, which helps her cool down even more. You decide to be a bit bolder. Slowly, carefully, you move a hand down over her clothed mound. As you reach her, she goes stiff and clenches her thighs around your hand. "It's ok, you're fine" you whisper inter her ear. You rub her gently through the cloth, picking up speed gradually. Her thighs have unclenched, though she is still pretty rigid. You start to slow down, losing hope when she whispers something at you. "What did you say?" She almost yells her answer into your ear. "More!" Well, that suits you just fine. You go much faster now, rubbing her clit and lips, as she is probably still too frigid for a proper fingering. Her rigidity turns to convulsions as she nears an orgasm, possibly her first. You continue to make out with her, sticking your tongue into her mouth. She starts to shake all over as she breaks the liplock, moaning loud enough to make you anxious about being heard. Suddenly her shakes stop as she finishes, letting out a tiny squeak before falling back. You move forward to catch her in your arms, and she looks up at you dreamily. "Was that sex?" she says happily. "Nope, and it only gets better from there," you say with confidence.