Just a Little Magic Ch. 02

Somehow, I managed to wait until the appointed time - and not a second more. Janine opened the door. She was dressed much more casually than yesterday, in jeans and an untucked t-shirt. Her long hair was piled up in a loose bun, though she'd left a few stray tendrils hanging on either side of her face.

- "Hello, Pete."

- "Wow." I breathed.

- "Now that's a nice compliment - I really haven't gone to any trouble." she said. "I don't have any more sparkling wine. Would you like something else to drink?"

- "No. I don't ... need anything."

- "Water, at least." she suggested. "In case your mouth gets dry."

As she opened a cupboard, and stretched for glasses on the lowest shelf (she was only five feet tall), I realized something amazing: Janine wasn't wearing a bra.

Beneath her loose t-shirt, her breasts jiggled and moved.

- "Shall we sit on the couch?" she suggested.

I wasn't able to answer: I'd been temporarily robbed of the power of speech. She was just that hot. She was teasing me, too. Janine didn't do things by accident, or on impulse. If she wasn't wearing a bra ...

She didn't kiss me. All she did was turn on some music, using a remote. Then she sat back, looking straight ahead. She was obviously waiting for me to take the initiative. Fair enough. That gave me considerable freedom. This was a lesson, after all; if I screwed it up, we could just start over.

I slid my arm behind her, over the back of the couch. I let my hand rest lightly on her shoulder. She felt it, but she didn't turn towards me.

- "Janine." I said.

Now she did turn her head - but she leaned back a little as she did, so that we still quite far apart.

"I really appreciate ... what you've been showing me."

I leaned a little closer. Janine knew exactly what I was doing. She watched me, with those beautiful eyes, but she didn't move an inch.

"Everything you've been showing me." I whispered, even as I leaned a little further.

Finally, she smiled, and closed the remaining distance between us. I sighed into her mouth as her lips met mine. She continued to let me be the aggressor, though, so I slipped the tip of my tongue past her lips.

- "Mmm ..." she moaned, just before breaking the kiss. "Good job. Be careful about using the tongue too soon. Better a little late than too early. Other than that, I can't fault your approach. Nicely done."

- "Can I kiss you again?"

- "Of course you can. But tonight, Pete ... anything above the waist is open game. You understand?"

I almost swooned. The oxygen supply to my brain was probably never seriously threatened - it just felt that way.

- "Really?"

- "Girls have boobs. And most women are going to expect you to at least notice them. Kissing is very intimate ... and very sensual. But boobs are very important, when it comes to foreplay. You can't just kiss a girl, and then say 'Bend over'."

"Show me some love." she challenged.

If I haven't made it clear enough - Janine was a phenomenally beautiful woman. Lustrous long hair, incredible facial features ... and a great rack. She was only 5 feet tall, and couldn't have weighed 100 lbs. (actually, 93 - as I found out later). But her breasts were exceptional. For such a tiny person, she looked ... chesty.

Part of her appeal was her hourglass figure. But I would be remiss if I didn't mention how eye-catching her upper fuselage was.

"32C." she told me, later. That combination struck me as entirely ... unfair. How could a woman so otherwise petite have breasts that stood out like that?

For now, though, I contented myself with leaning forward to kiss her again.

To be honest, I was afraid that she would suspect that I was just marking time until I could get my hands on her boobs. I tried my very best to kiss her as well as I possibly could.

- "Mmm ..." she moaned. She was encouraging me - no doubt of that.

I placed my hand exactly where it had been last night - on her waist, just below her breast. She didn't flinch, or protest. If anything, she shifted a little closer.

Her t-shirt wasn't tucked into her jeans. That was no accident. Somehow, I discovered a reservoir of boldness, as I lifted the edge of her shirt, and slid my hand underneath.

Warm flesh. Smooth skin.

I'm sure that I gasped into Janine's mouth. She responded by seizing my tongue between her teeth, and biting down gently.

It probably took me four or five minutes before I moved my hand north. First, I was fascinated by the curve of her hip, and the narrowness of her waist. Then I had to go west, running my hand across the smoothness of her stomach, until I discovered her navel, and dipped my finger into it.

But when I progressed a little farther, my fingers encountered the swell of her breast. I gasped again - but so did Janine, as she leaned forward and pressed her boob into my hand.

I explored the contours of her breast, gently lifting it, as if to weigh it in my palm. It was so smooth, so soft - and yet substantial, almost heavy. Then I circled it with my fingers. When the tips of my fingers brushed across her nipple, Janine shuddered.

I lost track of time. Who knows? I might have played with her boob for ten minutes - or twenty. We were still kissing all that time, and Janine let me know what she liked with the pressure of her lips and tongue. She also wasn't shy about running her hand across my chest, or stroking my stomach. Several times, I felt that she was about to go lower - but she only brushed my belt line, and then immediately moved away.

- "Pete." she gasped. "Take your shirt off."

- "Really?"

- "Yes."

I complied. But I was absolutely fascinated when Janine pulled her t-shirt over her head.

And there they were.

Mother of Mercy.

Janine had the torso of a goddess. Fine - if you want to be an asshole, you can dwell on the fact that hers were the first naked breasts that I'd ever seen, up close and in person.

They looked so big, compared to her diminutive stature. Her boobs were ... fleshy. They hung lower on her chest than I'd expected, spreading out in every direction. Her nipples seemed to sit high, a little above the center of her breasts' mass. They weren't perfectly round - for some reason, I felt like Johannes Kepler, discovering elliptical orbits for the first time.

If that's too complicated for you, allow me to simplify matters: Janine had incredible tits. I just looked at them, for the longest time, until she lifted my hand, and placed it on her left breast.

- "Yes - just like that." she said, as I began to caress her.

"Never just ... grab - a tit. Don't squeeze too hard. Ah ... imagine I had my hands on your balls - how hard would you want me to squeeze? Mmm ... like that."

"And - my nipples. They're not light switches, okay? Be gentle, just like you're doing - unless I let you know that I like it a little rougher. Easy - oh ... why not - why don't you ... use your lips ... and tongue ..."

With that kind of invitation, how could I refuse? I dipped my head, and ran my tongue across her nipple. Then I closed my mouth on it, and sucked gently.

Janine cradled my head, and fed more of her nipple into my mouth.

- "Yeah." she crooned. "Just like ... mmm."

They were so soft. Smooth. But full, and heavy. I might have been biased, but I thought they were the greatest breasts in creation.

She wasn't idle, either. Janine ran her fingers over my nipples, and stroked my stomach. At one point, she lowered her head and flicked her tongue across my nipple.

I was amazed by how good it felt. My first instinct was to return the favour.

"Ah! Wait! Stop, Pete!"

Janine pushed my head away. She leaned forward, and kissed me hard.

"That's ... very nice, Pete. But we have to ... you have to learn a bit more."

She rose to her feet - a little unsteadily - and then Janine took my hand. I stood up.

Janine led me into a part of their apartment that I'd never seen - her bedroom. My thoughts had been pretty wild for some time now, but the sight of her bed nearly made my brain explode.

But I came back to the present pretty quickly. Janine opened her dresser drawer, and pulled out ... a bra.

She immediately put it on, covering up her beautiful breasts. Boobs.

Janine took a deep breath, and turned to face me.

- "Okay, Pete." she said. "Sometimes, you're going to have to ... overcome some obstacles, before you can move on."

She took a step towards me.

"Undo my bra." she said.

I stepped closer, and took her in my arms. Then I hesitated. I'd never kissed a girl for over an hour. Nor had I ever ...

Janine lifted her arms over her head.

"Kiss me, Pete. And then take my bra off ..."

The kiss I could manage. The bra was a nightmare. Who the fuck invented that type of fastening? I struggled with it for half an age before Janine rescued me.

She turned her back to me. "Watch." she said.

Janine showed me how it was done. Then she turned to face me again, pressing her lips to mine, and her fantastic breasts to my chest.

Yeah, I fucked it up again. Janine just smiled, and stopped kissing me.

- "Try it again - without distractions."

On my fourth try, it was like a light went on in my head. I got it. Janine promptly re-fastened the bra, and had me do it again.

My reward for success (other than the unimpeded view) was a further test: she put on a different bra.

- "Try this one."

This bra was a little more sheer, with a slightly different closure. I figured it out on the second try.

The third bra she put on was almost transparent.

- "That's hardly fair." I said.

She smiled. "If you're in a woman's bedroom, and she's only wearing a bra, I can promise you that she won't she won't mind at all if you pause to admire her form. And if she's wearing a bra like this one, she wants you to."

- "You're incredible." I said.

- "That's not bad. It's okay to look, Pete - this is one occasion when I'm not going to tell you that my eyes are up here."

The fourth bra she put on was blue, and it did a spectacular job of lifting her twin orbs and pushing them together, creating a delectable four or five inches of cleavage.

Maybe I was distracted by the sights, but I had a hell of a time trying to unfasten that one. Janine let me struggle for a while, and then put both hands on my chest. She stepped back, and turned around.

- "What do you see?"

- "Nothing." I admitted. "It looks like there are no hooks at all."

- "That's because it fastens in the front." My face must have fallen, because Janine enjoyed a good chuckle at my expense.

"Don't worry - if she's wearing one of these, she'll tell you."

That was a very pleasant prospect to consider. Janine kept talking about 'her', or 'she' - as if I'd be doing this with other women. I thought it might smarter to keep my mouth shut - and not to tell her that there was only woman I wanted to do this with.

- "I think maybe we should stop here, for tonight." she said.

- "Okay." I said, trying my best not to sound too disappointed.

- "Are you free on Tuesday evening?"

I would have cancelled my own induction into the Rock n' Roll Hall of Fame, if it had been scheduled for that Tuesday evening.

***

When Janine opened the door, I was very surprised. For one thing, she was wearing a t-shirt and track pants. I'd never seen her dressed so casually. She always looked like someone who spent a minimum of an hour (or two?) on her make-up.

She'd also dyed her hair. Jet black. I'm sure that my mouth fell open.

- "What do you think?" she asked. "It's for your Prom."

- "I ... I had no idea that you could be even more beautiful."

She grinned. "Hot, you mean?"

I shook my head. "You always look hot, Janine. But you're beautiful, too."

For the first time in our acquaintance, I think that I might have caught her just a little bit off guard. Her smile disappeared, but then Janine met my eye, and nodded, slowly.

- "Thank you, Pete." she said. "That's very sweet of you to say."

- "Only the truth."

- "Ooh ... are we in the process of creating a monster, here?"

Janine led me into the kitchen, where she popped the cork on another bottle of sparkling wine.

- "What are we celebrating?" I asked.

- "The bet that I lost." she said. "I thought that it would take much longer to ... teach you certain things. You know: like kissing, and ... foreplay. But Lillian said that you'd pick it up fast. Faster than magic, even."

- "You lost?"

- "You've done well. You have a gentle touch, and when you kiss me ... let's just say that I feel like the most important person in the world, let alone the room. You're very intense, Pete ... and that's a good thing."

"I've been looking forward to tonight's lesson."

- "Me too." Truth be told, my knees were practically knocking. My legs were actually shaking. Thankfully, I could lean on their kitchen counter, so that I wasn't in danger of falling down.

Janine took her glass - and the rest of the bottle - and led me to their couch (a piece of furniture that I was really beginning to like).

She surprised me again: instead of waiting for me, Janine initiated our first kiss. She put both arms around me, and squeezed me tightly.

- "I've been looking forward to this all day." she said, softly.

- "Me too." I said again. Only since the moment I'd last left her apartment - and virtually every three minutes since then.

In a sudden burst of energy, Janine spun around, and straddled my hips. She kissed me passionately, pressing her full breasts into my chest. She was also sitting on my lap, where she couldn't help but feel the hard shaft in my pants.

Truth be told, I'd been erect from the moment she opened the door. But Janine couldn't possibly have missed the fact that she was sitting atop an iron bar.

- "Ohh ..." she moaned. "I love that you're hard for me already. That's so hot ..."

That had to be one of the sexiest things I'd ever heard.

"Tonight - tonight, Pete ... you can touch me anywhere."

My heart might have stopped, for a second or two. That was the most exciting thing I'd ever heard - new record.

When I recovered my wits, I slid both my hands under her T-shirt, and ran them up and across her back. Janine gasped into my mouth, and tried to drive her tongue into my throat - something I thought we weren't supposed to do. Apparently there were exceptions.

I explored the smooth skin of her back, and her sides. But I couldn't resist the temptation of her heavenly tits, and my hands soon gravitated to the orbit of her chest. Janine actually leaned back, to grant me greater access. What a glorious feeling, to have twin handfuls of her magnificent breasts.

I caressed her, and fondled her for some time. After a while, though, I remembered what she'd said.

- "Anywhere?" I asked.

- "Anywhere."

- "Can I take your shirt off?"

Janine immediately began to pull her T-shirt over her head. She somehow got it caught on her earring, and had to struggle a bit to get it loose. I took advantage of her predicament immediately, leaning forward to take her nipple into my mouth.

- "Aah!" she grunted. But she didn't reprimand me, or protest in any way. In fact, there was no doubt whatsoever that she was grinding her crotch against the ridiculous bulge in my pants.

I paid homage to her nipples, while caressing her glorious tits. I might have lost track of time, temporarily, but I hadn't forgotten what she'd said.

Anywhere?

I gently pushed Janine back, and turned her slightly, until she got the hint, and left my lap to sit back on the couch, beside me.

I kissed her, and she responded immediately. Meanwhile, my hand brushed over her stomach. I dipped my fingers under the waistband of her track pants. Janine caught hold of my tongue, inside her mouth, and began to suck on it.

My fingers delved a little lower, across her flat stomach. When the tip of my finger encountered a little tuft of hair, I shivered. I had my hand in Janine's pants! That, apparently, was exactly where she wanted me to be, because she groaned and immediately spread her legs a little bit wider.

I explored a bit further, very slowly, and very carefully. Too slowly for Janine - she surprised me yet again, by suddenly standing up, and pushing her track pants down below her knees, before sitting back down.

She was practically naked - and the reality was even better than what I'd been imagining.

- "You can look, Pete." she said, her voice a bit thick. "Take a good look."

I did as she asked. Her hair was trimmed short, in the shape of a narrow triangle. Below that ...

Janine tried to get technical, explaining the difference between labia majora and labia minora. The sight was breathtaking; I let her talk while I enjoyed the view - something I'd never seen so close up before. Damn - I was so close that I could smell her arousal.

- "This is my clit." She spread her lips so that I could see it clearly, and then rubbed her own finger over it. "This is the key to unlocking my orgasms. But you can't just break the door down. It's too sensitive. Do you understand?"

I clearly didn't.

- "You have to warm a woman up, Pete. You can't just pinch her nipples and grab her by the clit, or jam your fingers into her. Play with me ... kiss me like you do. Another time, I'll let you explore some more, so that you can discover where I like to be kissed, and touched."

- "You ears? Your neck?"

- "Yes, those - and many more places. When you've turned me on - and you'll know it, then my little clit will become one of your best friends."

- "How will I know -?"

- "Touch me." She spread her legs a little wider, resting the nearer leg on my thigh.

I reached out and gently glided my finger over the soft, smooth skin of her outer lips.

- "Ah - good for you. I like a gentle touch. Some girls will have different preferences - but you'll know what they want, too."

- "How?"

- "Future lessons." she said. That idea sent a thrill through my entire body. We were going to do this again. We were going to do more of this.

I spread my fingers into a V, and caressed both of her outer lips.

"I'm already turned on." she said. "Your kisses, and the anticipation ... just the idea of what we're going to do tonight ... but you can see - and feel - that I'm still dry down there. When I'm aroused, you'll see the difference."

"Kiss me again."

I continued to stroke the edges of her pussy, but I concentrated on the taste and the feel of her lips of her tongue. She had put on some sort of pale pink lip gloss, which made her lips slide over mine. It was very sensual. I had to slow down, to control my breathing - I didn't want to start panting.

My finger trailed up the very centre of her inner lips.

- "Mmm ..." she moaned, and kissed me more intensely. I responded in kind.

When we broke the kiss, to catch our breath, I glanced down. Janine's nipples were standing up proudly, hard little nubs that I wanted to take into my mouth.

Hadn't she said 'anywhere'? I dipped my head and did just that.

- "Ahh! God damn ..." She slumped back even further, as if sinking into the cushions of the couch. Her hips rose at the same time, presenting her exposed pussy even more fully to my gaze - and to my exploring fingers.

When my tongue flicked across her erect nipple, Janine suddenly reached out and grabbed me by the hair. She pulled me forward, while simultaneously thrusting her chest forward, mashing her breast against my face. I got the hint, and sucked harder on her nipple.

Meanwhile, I discovered that her pussy was growing warmer. Maybe blood flowed there, the same way it did to a male's erection. But as I ran my fingers over her lips, I discovered what she'd been talking about.

She was getting wet.