For safety's sake

Mother really put you on the spot. You feel Sophie's embarrassment as if it were your own. You can feel yourself growing hot, which at first you expect is from your shared embarrassment. But over time, you realize the truth. It's desire. Your heart starts pounding faster as you look at her. You hold out your hand. "Lady Sophie, I would be honored to accept your, erm, help." She brightens immediately, and smiles shyly despite herself. She takes your hand and stands by your side, facing mother and your sister who sit across from the two of you, making you rather uncomfortable. She looks at the two of you very sternly. "Yes, a lovely couple. What? Are you so sheltered that you need me to tell you what to do?" You quickly blurt out a no, and you walk off together with Sophie to find some privacy.

It's not far for you to reach your bedchamber. It feels rather momentous, going there for this reason. Sophie is a bit difficult to make conversation with, and she's beet red. She clings to your hand more than holds it. "So, uh, Sophie, any thought on how we might do this?" you ask. She works up the courage to talk. "W-well, I was trained by a midwife, and she gave me some t-tips. You don't have to listen if you don't want, old wives tales and all. O-one was, use positions that allow for deep pen-penetration. Like, getting on all fours. Uh, me, not you." You can tell she's having a very hard time talking about this. You move your hands to her shoulders and try to look her in the eye. "Hey, it's ok Sophie, we're on the same side here. Just take a deep breath, and tell me all you know." She breathes in and out sharply. "Ok. She also said, it's best to start slow. More likely to conceive that way. Is that enough?" You nod. "Sure it is Sophie. If you want, we can start by just sitting and kissing." She nods her acceptance and the two of you walk hand in hand to the bed. You just sit there for a moment, each waiting for the other to make a move. Finally, you work up the courage and lean in. She closes her eyes as you approach, sitting there rigidly waiting. You make contact. Her lips are soft, but unresponsive. You stop, confused. "Sophie, you know you can kiss back, right?" She looks down again. "I'm sorry, I'm just so stupid! I don't know how to do any of this, I-" you cut off her rant by grabbing her into a new kiss. This time she kisses back, amateurishly but definitely an improvement. She seems to warm up much quicker now, and even begins kissing back harder than you kiss her. You may have awakened something under her wall of repression.

After a while, she pushes you off gently. "Untie me" she says, turning around. You find the knots on the back of her dress and start to undo them. You lean in past her long hair and kiss her neck, which makes her squeal in pleasant surprise. Together, you start working her out of her tight dress, and you get to see her nubile form. Her breasts are large, but look very natural on her figure, not standing out from her equally plush frame. Her skin is pale and creamy, and you just want to lick her up like a cat! You run your hands over her soft flesh as you kiss her. Carefully, you dip a hand down to her hairy babymaker. She moans as you feel her, and the two of you kiss and fondle one another. Eventually, she breaks off again. "She also said, it's good to, I don't remember the term...oh right! Spooning, she called it. Do you know that one?" You nod. You know some things that aren't in church manuscripts after all. "Well, she said to cuddle like that. Then, after a while, we could, you know, do it like that, or change if you want."