Caroline Ch. 09.01

"What do you do next in your dream?" I asked gazing into his eyes and almost willing his answer.

"I kiss you and touch you," he said shyly.

"Where do you touch me?" waiting on his reply, holding my breath.

"There," he said nodding down at my boobs.

"Do you want to?"

"Oh yes, very much," he said taking a deep breath.

"You can if you want to, it is your dream after all."

I felt his hand moving across my neck and shoulder then downwards towards my boobs. His touch was electric, sending shivers up and down my spine. Then he was at my boobs, gently cupping one then the other tentatively over my bikini top.

"You can take it off if you like," I whispered softly in his ear. "Am I naked in your dream?"

Another deep breath and his eyes fixed upon mine. "Yes," he barely managed to say as he continued to gently cup my boobs with his hand and stroke the bare flesh he could find.

I reached up and unhooked the tiny catch between my boobs and said, "It's off now."

He moved the cloth away and his hand covered my breast. I could feel his palm on my nipple which was now as hard as iron. He stroked my breasts, first one then the other. "Oh Joanna, they're beautiful, so beautiful."

"Better than your dream?"

"Oh yes, yes. Joanna?" he said looking shamefaced, "can I kiss them?"

Oh shit yes!! "Mmm, if you want too. Is that in your dream as well?

"Yes."

"Then do what you did in your dream."

His head moved down to my breasts and his mouth covered one of my nipples. He began to suck, surprisingly gentle for one so inexperienced. As he sucked one hand wandered over the other breast, stroking, squeezing and gently pinching the nipple. His other hand massaged the underneath of the breast he was sucking. It was heaven and I was beginning to get very excited. I couldn't help wondering however, where he had learned his gentleness. Most young blokes I'd been with grabbed my tits as if they were going to disappear and squeezed really hard. They sucked hard and they bit hard, he wasn't like that and I was surprised but extremely pleased.

I was staying absolutely still while he did this. It was bloody difficult but I didn't want to frighten him off. Unfortunately he thought he wasn't very effective. He lifted his head and looked at me. "I'm sorry," he said sadly, "I've never done this before; I'm not very good."

I smiled up at him, a soft warm supportive smile that tried to say 'you're doing fine'. Then I said, "Neither have I."

He looked surprised, "But . . ."

"Neither have I with you." Then he smiled. "But you're doing fine. It's nice. You can carry on if you want to, do you?"

"Oh yes," he said throatily as he bent his head back to my boobs. For ages he paid homage to me there. With his mouth he kissed, he sucked, he licked each breast, seeming to want to cover the whole area with his tongue, to taste me. He paid particular attention to my areoles, licking all around my nipple. Instinctively I suppose, he seemed to understand the need to be gentle; to stimulate rather that abuse. I had an orgasm while he was kissing me there, controlled I will admit. I didn't think he was ready for my full orgasm just yet!

He hands continued to wander over both breasts as well, stroking and gently massaging. Seeming to want to explore the feeling of my flesh in his hands. His fingers were soft and tender bringing me intense pleasure as he discovered the sensation of my flesh against his. I wanted to move on now, however, so I pulled his head back level with mine. "Don't you kiss me in your dream?" I asked with a very small pout.

He smiled, "All over," he said then blushed as he realised what he had said.

"Now there's a thought," I said as I pulled his lips to mine. Not yet, he wasn't ready for that! I was very wet now and I felt it was time to see if he would actually make love to me properly. How he had not cum yet I didn't know. I suppose he had some of his father's control even at this early stage of his sexual experience.

"You said I was naked in your dream, were you naked as well?"

Again he blushed and looked away, "Yes," he whispered almost frightened to say.

"Take your trunks off then," I said, "I'll take my bottoms off."

This was the crunch time wasn't it. All through his attention to my boobs I could feel his penis on my leg. Sometimes digging in, sometimes just laying there. All the time it was hard. I judged it around the same size as Mikes but I wouldn't really know until I had it inside me, and I couldn't wait. Now though he would feel flesh against flesh. There was no turning back now for him, he either did it of failed so I had to make sure that he did even if, as I suspected he would, he came quickly.

He took a deep breath and swallowed then he reached down and eased his trunks off. I reached down and slid my bikini bottoms down, using my foot to pull it off. I laid back down and reached for him and he came to me, kissing me full on the lips with undisguised passion. I hoped the 'male' was taking over now – if so he couldn't fail.

"If you make love to me in your dream, you can make love to me now. I'm here."

With his face inches away from mine he whispered, "I've never done it before, I don't know what to do." I smiled because as he said this his penis was laying in my pussy hair.

"It comes pretty naturally," I said as I opened my legs. "Move on top of me but take your weight on your arms." He might as well begin as I meant him to go on. I hate being crushed, well only when I want to be! "Get between my legs. See, it's easy," and I smiled at him.

"Now I'll just point you in the right place," I said as I reached down and placed the head of his, very hard, erection at the entrance to my pussy. "Now you just push forward." I have to admit that, at this point I felt like a car being revved as hard as it could go with the brakes on. I wanted him so much, to feel him deep inside me. To possess him, to own him. I had no doubt now that I was falling in love with him and him inside me would make the feeling complete. No such luck however. As the head of his penis entered just inside me he let out a loud, "Oh god, oh god, oh hell," and he pulled back and started to cum. Now, although this wasn't entirely unexpected, it was bloody frustrating.

As the cum flowed he pulled right away from me and most of it went on the bedclothes. He was distraught. "Oh Joanna, I'm so sorry, so sorry." Then the self doubt set in. "I told you I was no bloody good. I can't do it Jo, I'm sorry, but I can't." He sat up on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. My heart went out to him so I crawled across and put my arms round him. I kissed his neck and stroked his shoulders.

"Don't be silly," I said, "of course you can do it." He looked up. "You did it didn't you? All that happened was that you got a bit excited. That's a complement to me. You liked me so much you couldn't stop yourself. It's nice." I had to lie to him, I was bloody frustrated but he had to think it was all right, at least this time. "Look Guy there's nothing wrong with you. Was that the first time, you know, with a girl?"

He nodded.

"It's not surprising then, is it, that you have a bit of trouble holding on." He nodded again.

"It's just, well, I wanted to be good for you. In my dream it's good for you as well. Mike always says it's better for you it it's good for the other person as well." Dear sweet Mike, he'd been grooming Guy for his first sexual experience. That's why he was so tender and caring. "I bet he doesn't do that does he?"

Ooohhh, danger area here, be careful but be truthful. "No, he doesn't but then he's had just a bit more experience than you and next time, you won't either."

"Next time," he said looking at me forlornly, "surely you won't want to go with me after that."

"Oh you poor man, of course I want to." I took his head in may hands and looked deep into his eyes. "I want you," I said, "I want you more than anything. I think I'm in love with you, you silly man. Don't you understand that?"

His eyes widened and he held me tightly to him then he pulled away again, "Really," he said his eyes wide in amazement.

"Yes you silly man, really. That's what happens sometimes with girlfriends and boyfriends, sometimes they fall in love." Now my heart was pumping but I was holding my breath. I'd told him how I felt, I didn't mean to really but you know how it is, but now what would he say, did he even like me, let alone love me.

"Joanna, I've been dreaming of you saying that to me since the night we met. I fell in love with you then but I thought I had no chance with a sophisticated lady like you. I'm just a shy boy really. I know I'm 24 but I haven't got any experience with women. I couldn't hope to please you the way my father, errr, Mike does."

WHAT!!! Oh hell, ignore it for now, sort it out later. HE KNOWS!!!

"Silly," I said barely able to say anything after he said this. Did he even realise he'd said it, perhaps, I don't know. "If you love someone it doesn't matter. You please me by just being here, next to me, holding me, kissing me. You'll learn to make love me just as Mike does and you'll be better because I love you in a different way to the way I love Mike. I think you are my true love," I said kissing his neck and nibbling his ear. "Now are you going to stop being silly and tell me that you love me, or don't you?" I asked coyly.

"I think I do," he said turning and taking my head in his hands, "I can't sleep thinking about you," I smiled and looked down. "No," he laughed relaxing now, "not like that. Just thinking about you, your face, your hair, your eyes, oh everything about you. When I see you my heart pounds so loudly and I get butterflies in my tummy. And I'm frightened. Oh not of you but of how I feel, it's so strong. I've missed you since you left to come here but I've been frightened of seeing you again."

"Oh Guy, why?"

"Because you may not like me that much. I thought you did like me but I didn't know whether you, oh you know, whether you wanted me as much as I want you."

"You can say it, you know, it doesn't hurt."

He looked deep into my eyes and I could see, and feel, his confidence growing as he realised how I felt about him, "I do love you," he said with so much feeling, "and I never want to let you go."

I threw my arms around him and held him close. Unfortunately I started to cry and this worried him. "What's the matter Jo?"

"Nothing," I whispered, "nothing at all. I love you too and I want you to stay with me forever."

So we sat there on the bed holding each other. For the moment thoughts of sex had left my mind. I was just happy to hold him and to know that he loved me. After a little while we lay back on the bed together, still holding each other. By now I was beginning to feel hot again so I whispered in his ear, "If you want to, you can kiss me again."

I think that telling him I loved him had given him the confidence he needed to overcome the first problem, he knew that I wanted him again. It wasn't long before his lips sought out mine and we kissed passionately. I gently tested his lips with my tongue in the hope that it would meet his but at this stage he didn't seem to understand so no tongues yet but the kisses were still enough to excite me even more. His hands wandered down to my boobs and began to caress them, gently pinching the nipples like before. I could feel his penis on my thigh, hot and hard again so quickly: I didn't want to delay. Too much foreplay and he'd cum early again. I needed to get him inside me as soon as possible. It didn't matter if he came quickly then, well it did to me, I wanted him to last, but if he felt he did it properly he would lose this feeling of self doubt. After all, the main purpose of this afternoon wasn't really my pleasure but to cement our relationship and to boost his confidence for the future.

"Do you want to make love to me again?" I asked softly.

"Yes."

"Come on then," I reached for him as I opened my legs. He knelt between looking down at me for the first time.

"You're beautiful," he said sounding amazed.

"Thank you." I smiled up at him. Again I reached up for him and he came to me taking his weight on his arms. I could feel his penis knocking at the door of my pussy and I whispered throatily, "Push, push now," and I closed my eyes to savour the feeling of him entering me for the first time.

Then he was in me, not far, but he was in me and he was OK. I think I worried him a bit because as he entered me I let out a cry.

"Joanna, Jo, are you OK?" he asked concerned. Poor boy, after all he hadn't done this before so he wouldn't be aware of my reaction.

"Oh yes," I said, "I'm OK. Don't stop." He didn't. He continued to push his erection into me until I felt his thighs against mine. "Oh god, that's marvellous," I said because it was and I wanted him to know it was. He didn't feel as big as Mike but I'm sure he was longer: he seemed to be deeper inside. I opened my eyes to gaze deep into his. His face had a funny expression, surprise mixed with wonder mixed with pleasure.

"Oh Joanna, Joanna, Joanna," he kept on saying – made me feel even more wonderful. Now nature took over and he started to move inside me. Long strokes at first that very quickly became sharp thrusts. He wouldn't last long so I released my orgasm knowing I would be slightly dopey afterwards as usual but I had to have some release myself. The trouble was, the orgasm was tremendous causing me to squeeze him inside my vagina. This set him off and he flooded my insides with the second load of his essence which made my orgasm even better. We ended up clasping each other tightly, mouths crushed together as we both met these shattering feelings.

I came down off my high to find him stroking my face, looking down on me just like Mike. In fact, in my post orgasmic daze I almost thought it was Mike but, although my orgasms with him were tremendous, I'd felt nothing like this. Poor Guy, he didn't know about me afterwards did he so he was worried he'd hurt me.

"Joanna, Joanna, love, are you all right," he was so concerned, "have I hurt you. Oh I'm sorry, so sorry."

I smiled up at him, pulled his head down and kissed him. "I'm all right," I said stroking his hair, "that was lovely. I always get a bit dazed afterwards, when it's good for me, it's nothing to worry about. Did you enjoy it?"

"It was good for you?" he asked surprised.

"Yes," I said smiling at him sexily, "it was good for me."

He smiled that male self satisfied smile that they all do. I suppose he was just happy he'd managed to satisfy me – he is like that. "It was wonderful. Thank you."

"Come on," I said regaining my composure, "let's shower together. We can wash each other."

He looked somewhat shocked. I suppose he'd never dealt with afterwards in his dreams. He was going to learn that there was a lot more to enjoying each other than just sex! Anyway, I wanted to get a good look at his body, to touch him, to know him and I wanted him to do the same to me.

"Don't be shy," I said smiling, "how can you be shy after that?" I climbed off the bed and stood in front of him, showing him my nakedness and that I wasn't ashamed of it. I took his hand and pulled him with me.

"What about Mike and Lena," he said still slightly reluctant.

"They won't be back for ages," I said. "Come on, you're a big boy now," I added with a happy smile.

He couldn't really say no could he, not after just making love to me, so he allowed himself to be taken to the shower room. Thankfully his embarrassment soon subsided and he began to enjoy himself discovering my body, as I discovered his. We soaped each other down using our hands, stroking and caressing each other under the warm water. I suspect that he was getting hot again, his lovely penis never got really soft – the advantage of youth I suppose. And it hadn't been used for that purpose very much had it! He spent ages soaping and washing my boobs which seemed to have a fascination for him, while I soaped his chest. He didn't touch my bottom or between my legs until I started to soap his penis and testicles. He almost groaned as I touched him there and he started to harden.

I looked up at him, it's a wonderful advantage you know, being able to look through your lashes at a man. "Later," I said smiling, "we just wash now."

He looked embarrassed again, "Oh Joanna, I'm sorry."

I laughed, "Don't be sorry. I'm flattered but it'll be better if we wait. Just wash now. You can wash me there if you want."

I must admit that, as he began to touch my mons and my pussy with his soapy hands I could easily have succumbed to his hardening penis but just then I wanted to have him properly one more time. I thought he would last a lot longer, long enough for me to explore is penis and his body more closely, and for him to explore mine. It would be his third time in as many hours but he was young, although inexperienced, after all.

We continued to wash each other managing somehow to remain reasonably in control then my hands went to his bottom to touch and stroke his hard buttocks. This prompted him to do the same to me. The effect of his touching my bottom cheeks and feeling the valley in between was amazing. His penis was fully erect in just a moment. He's like his father, I thought, a 'bottom' man. That was good because lately I'd come to like my bottom filled with something! But the problem now was his erection. Should I deal with it, could he go again afterwards. Four times? Well he couldn't stay like this; from the look on his face it was almost painful.

So, taking an immense risk, I knelt in front of him and took his erection in my hands. I was going to swallow his essence, well as much as he had left anyway. He looked down at me, no problems now, he knew what I was going to do.

I looked up at him as I cradled his penis in my hands, "Have you dreamt of this?" I asked him coyly.

"Oh yes, oh yes."

"Do you want me to do it?"

His looked upward, took a deep breath and swallowed, "Only if you want to Joanna. Do you want to?"

How thoughtful. As a reply I took the head of his erection into my mouth and washed it with my tongue. This sent a shudder up his body and an exhalation of breath accompanied by an, "Oh fuck." The first time I'd heard him swear. I guessed he wouldn't last long as I continued to gently suck and lick him. I wanted it to take a little while however, because I like sucking a man like this and I wanted to examine his erection more closely. It was mine after all!

Now fully hard he was longer than Mike, the only other one I knew really intimately, but he wasn't so round. He wasn't circumcised either so his head was much more sensitive than Mike's. As I licked up and down the length of his shaft I realised that it was slim, like him but the same from head to root again unlike Mike who was fatter in the middle and at the base. I had a thought then, how nice it would be to have them both side by side to compare but I figured that would be a while yet.

Now to his balls. All the time I was doing this he was softly moaning my name and occasionally stroking my hair. Luckily he wasn't cumming yet: he seemed to be able to control himself and experience the pleasure of my mouth on him. He was also gently moving his hips back and forth. His balls were fuller than Mike's. I couldn't get one in my mouth so I licked all over them continuing to tenderly masturbate him as I did so. The back to his penis. As you know, I can't deep throat (he'd have to wait for Lena to do that) but I could get half of him in my mouth. So I did and used my tongue on him. We can control a man totally like this. They don't realise it really but we can make them cum just when we want to. I must say that kneeling in front of him and sucking him like this was making me hot as I could taste his precum and this always has an effect on me. I did have a little climax as I took as much of him in my mouth as I could. After this I decided it was time. Now I suspected that he would try to pull out of my mouth when he came. I was sure he'd think he shouldn't cum there so I prepared to hold him in me as he came.