Revelation

"Come with me. Let's return to the scene of the crime that got this all started -- my bed," Brandon said as he rolled her off his body.

Taryn looked at him a little pensively. She was trying to say something, but was finding it difficult. At last, she just blurted out, “I’m a virgin. I’ve messed around with boys, but never all the way.” She thought about her few boyfriends. They always seemed to just want to get off and had no thought to her enjoyment. She tried to get them to try harder at getting her off, or just gave them a hand job or blow job to temporarily satisfy them. She hadn’t wanted to simply lose her cherry, but to have a good time while she was doing it. She hoped she hadn’t scared him off by her admission. She hoped that her instinct was right and that he would be an attentive lover keeping her pleasure in mind. But foremost, she just melted inside every time he looked at her.

Brandon looked down at her with a look of concern. He sat next to her and said, “They all rush to get into your panties and pressure you into screwing them, right? Not very sexy, huh?” She nodded quickly. “I used to be like that when I was a teenager, but someone slowed me down long enough for me to learn to enjoy the ride as well as the destination.” He didn’t tell her that it was his ex-wife that had tamed his inconsideration.

“Oh, I knew you’d understand!” she cried as she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him hard, almost immediately thrusting her tongue out to pierce his lips. He wound his tongue around hers and lost himself in the kiss.

After a minute, he said, “Do we have enough time to do this right? Are your parents expecting you home soon?”

Taryn smiled at his thoughtfulness and replied, “I’ll call Mom and tell her you called to say you’re going to be late, and that I agreed to stay until you got home at, say, midnight?”

Brandon chuckled at her. “Midnight should be plenty of time. Tell her that I collared a crook and that booking him and the paperwork were going to take time.” That gave them over three hours -- plenty of time to initiate this girl into womanhood properly. She stood up and walked to the phone. He watched her lissome form and jiggling butt cheeks as he became lost in memories.

Brandon had only taken one girl’s virginity; Allison DeMere had been a foreign exchange student from Martinique at his high school. They had been seniors, and they dated for a month. She was a gorgeous black girl with chocolate skin and a sexy French-Islander accent, and Brandon had a huge crush on her. On their third date, they had ended up in the backseat of his car at a park after seeing a movie. After they’d had rather hurried sex which she didn’t seem to enjoy very much, he’d noticed blood on his penis and guessed that she was a virgin, but didn’t say anything. They stopped dating after that, he knew now, because of his insensitivity.

To himself, he vowed to do right by Taryn and use his experience to make sure she enjoyed herself.