He Takes her Hand

Taking her hand, he doesn't wait for an answer and leads her upstairs to a small but well-appointed master bedroom.

"Lucy, you're going to lie down on the bed," John says softly but firmly.

She did as John told her.

"Lucy, sex is something kind of like kissing that two adults do. Unlike kissing, where each side is equal, in sex the woman lets the man do everything to her as she submits to him. You may not realize it yet, Lucy, but you are a very beautiful, sexual woman, and I am looking forward to making love to you." John explained, "Some of the things I'm going to do may feel wrong at first, Lucy, and some of these may feel uncomfortable, but you need to trust me. I'm going to make this the best possible time for you. Do you understand?"

Lucy nodded meekly, and as if having received confirmation, John did yet another thing Lucy didn't expect. He grabbed the bottom hem of her dress, which even with her lying on the bed extended nearly to her ankles, and began to pull it up over her waist, revealing her slender yet toned legs beneath.

Lucy instinctively moved to stop him and yelped. "John, what are you doing?"

"Lucy, sex is about bodily contact." John said calmly and softly, "I know this may feel wrong to you, but we are both going to get naked. Your parents may have taught you modesty, which is good most of the time, but in this case since we are in private, I'm going to see everything. Just let me undress you, dear."

Lucy gulped and remained limp as John continued to pull the dress up. Up over her waist, revealing her white cotton panties, and further past her torso and finally over her head. She allowed her arms to be pulled up with the sleeves of the dress as the whole thing finally came off. Suddenly, Lucy was lying in only her bra and panties. John tossed her dress to the side and removed his own shirt, followed by his pants. He stood in front of Lucy in only a pair of boxers that curiously seemed to extend out in front of him. He looked his age, his large gut distending down over his waistline and graying body hair covering his chest, arms, and shoulders. Lucy felt incredibly **** and still wasn't sure where this was going.

"Lucy, do you know what men have between their legs?"

"Umm, it's a penis, right?"

"Yes, honey, that's right. Have you ever seen one?"

Lucy shook her head no. In response, John lowered his one remaining article of clothing, and out popped a firm-looking log of flesh pointed directly at her. Lucy wasn't sure what she was expecting, but this was a much larger and more aggressive-looking implement than she had anticipated. Yet the strange stomach-churning feeling she was experiencing only grew stronger. This all felt wrong, like it was something she shouldn't be doing but was going along with anyway.

"Penises get hard, like when we see a beautiful, sexy woman, Lucy. You're that woman, and you have a lovely little body. I'm excited to see the rest of it." John said, leaned forward, and reached around Lucy's back, delicately unclasping her bra and lifting it up over her arms. She instinctively put her hands over her breasts; John firmly yet gently pushed them aside.

"You have surprisingly perky breasts, Lucy; I didn't expect you to be a B cup. That's very sexy," he said hungrily.

Next, he grabbed the waistband of her panties and quickly slid them off of her legs. Exposing an unshaven bush of bright red hair that no man had ever before laid eyes on. Lucy's feeling of vulnerability grew, but John continued, climbing onto the bed and pushing her legs open so he could kneel between them.

At that moment, Lucy felt a completely new type of contact, skin-on-skin sexual contact. John's fingers rubbed the tight slit buried under her curly red hair, and an unbelievably intense sensation spread from her groin across her entire body. Lucy involuntarily bucked beneath John, both responding to and seeking to escape this new kind of touch, but his much larger frame held her in place.