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Nervously, she looked at Rick. "I... I have some... issues..."

Rick couldn't withhold to chortle. "Really?"

"It... it's not... funny..."

"No. I'm sorry -- I shouldn't be joking about it. And you shouldn't tell me now. But the point is -- you do need to be clear about what you do and don't want! You shouldn't feel too afraid to tell me that. I think I started to love you, and I don't want to lose you because I pushed you too far."

"Maybe I should go for option four..."

For a moment, Rick was confused -- what was she talking about -- but then understood she was referring to renting a room in another place.

"... but I really want to try option one..." Joyce smiled when she saw the relief on Rick's face. "So shall we take a shower now?"

Rick was stunned. Was she joking? What was she playing at? "Don't... I'm trying to tell you, not to do things you don't want!"

"I do -- I'll keep my panties on!" she replied with a wicked smile, and Rick was relieved.

"Riiiight... And what about me?"

"You too! Or you can put on your sexy briefs if you like..."

After that, Joyce sprinted to the bedroom, stripped rapidly up to her panties, and waited exaggerating her impatience to Rick.

"You're crazy -- you know that!?" Rick said, shaking his head in amusement.

"I know -- but how about you?" she replied, smiling from ear to ear, after which she ran to the bathroom, not awaiting his reply.

Still dazzled, Rick also stripped to his shorts and walked to the bathroom, finding the door closed. He knocked.

"What?"

"Can I come in?"

"Say the magic word!"

"Can I come in... now!??"

With that, Joyce opened the door, hot steam already hitting Rick in the face.

"Wow -- You're hot!"

Joyce giggled.

Uncertain, Rick awaited Joyce's initiative. What was she up to -- how far would she go?

"Get under the shower!"

He complied.

While Rick rinsed under the blazing stream of water, Joyce squeezed soap on the sponge, and started to rub him. Rick let it happen, obediently stepped away from the water to enable her to spread the soap over his body, and then took the sponge from her hand.

Initially hesitantly, he started soaping Joyce, but her reception was encouraging, and soon she was covered in soap too. When he kept sponging her breasts, she finally pushed him away. "Stop wasting the hot water!"

Not much later, Rick was toweling Joyce dry -- he was dry already. When his fingers hooked behind the elastic band of her panties, she playfully hit them away -- not angry. "Patience! What's the rush!"

"But they are wet!"

"Not today!" Rick resigned.

Back in the bedroom, Joyce changed panties, covered by the towel, and Rick followed her example. Under the blankets, there was a short time for cuddling and kissing, before Joyce told Rick she was tired -- she wanted to sleep. He didn't complain -- only too happy she was back with him.

***

The next day she came with a large suitcase full of clothes, but also some books, and even a photo which, without asking, she put on the sideboard. Judged by the hair and clothes style, it was an old one -- she didn't want to tell who were on it, but they might have been her grandparents...

That night, Rick was once more told 'No hanky-panky', but she didn't mind his hand on her breast when he snuggled up on her.

Rick suspected a relation between her desire to affection and alcohol, so that Saturday, he tried to get her onto the booze. By the end of the day, he didn't get her to drink more than three glasses of wine, but she did notice his attempts, though...

"Trying to get me drunk?"

"No, not drunk -- that's no fun!"

"So, what is it that you want? Trying to get inside my panties?"

"No! ... But you're close -- I'm trying to get inside your arms again. Not to mention your lips..."

"Cheeky!"

He did get there, though, and they had a long night of kissing and cuddling, outside her panties, but Sunday showed that the alcohol wasn't the determining factor as they got the same passion without any drinks...

***

Every day of the following week, Joyce brought more and more of her stuff to Rick's house, and on Friday she stated: "That's it -- I'm officially moved in with you!"

Rick was surprised by the small amount of possessions Joyce brought in; a minimum of clothes, toiletries and make-up, and barely any personal items apart from the photo on the sideboard. "That's all!!?"

"I live a simple live; didn't need much, staying with the landlady, and also the last house was well-furnished. Most of my stuff is still with my parents, waiting for a more permanent place."

Rick shrugged. Not that she needed anything more -- she was perfect, just the way she was -- but Nicole had brought so much more with her. Perhaps a good motivation for a fun day of shopping...

Rick suggested going out for dinner and a movie, but Joyce had other ideas. "This is the first day I moved in, and already the house is too small to you? Let's have salad, soup and some bread, and stay inside!"

Joyce gulped down several glasses of wine with the food, and afterwards, on the sofa, she was all over Rick, who didn't know what had come into her. She'd never been this affectionate and Rick worried -- he had no doubt Joyce had been drinking in on her courage, and feared she would run into her boundaries and bounce off again. "Calm down! What happened to 'Let's take it slowly'!"

"So you want to play it slowly -- right? Like this?" Joyce slowly let her tongue run, all the way from Rick's neck, along his jaw, played a bit with his earlobe, and then a long, wet, sweet kiss on his mouth.

"Or you like it more like this?" She stood up and slow and teasingly started to lift her shirt.

"I like it all, but I don't want you to run away again, after you realize you've stepped too far out of your comfort zone."

"I'm staying with you -- I've even moved in with you. Isn't that enough proof that I'm comfortable with you?

Rick didn't want to act too critical, so he swallowed his reply, and instead awaited her next move, which didn't take long.

"Why don't we take a shower?"

"Right! Why not!?" and Rick followed her to the bedroom.

Joyce stripped to her underwear and Rick followed swift. Then, while waiting until warm water came out of the shower, Joyce removed her bra, and, after a short pause, with her back turned to Rick, she stepped out of her panties.

Rick grew uncomfortable -- was it because of the wine? Had she been drinking this much wine to dare to make this step? She didn't look at him, and the way she stood made totally clear she wasn't relaxed about it. "Mind if I take off my boxers too?"

"Whatever you want!" Her reply short, her voice soft and shaky.

Nevertheless, Rick decided to follow her lead and also stepped out of his shorts. However, there was nothing left of Joyce's bravura; she rejected Rick's touching and never turned to face him. And after a short shower, she stepped away from the hot water, grabbed a towel and left, still dripping, the bathroom.

Rick gave her some time, then dried himself, hesitated but decided to put his boxers back on, and re-entered the bedroom.

Joyce was already under the blankets, and, by what he could see from her face, Rick suspected she had been crying.

"You don't have to push it -- you know. I'm just happy to have you with me; you don't have to give yourself all the way. I don't mind waiting. Nothing's wrong with no sex before marriage!" Rick tried to sound playful but understanding.

"I'm not a virgin, if that's what you think!" Joyce replied defensively.

"I know -- you've told me before, and actually, I don't care. It's clear there are some issues -- no you don't have to tell me -- and you need to sort them out first. I'll be happy to help you, but most important is, that you trust me first.

It was clear she couldn't talk anymore. Overwhelmed by emotions, Joyce pressed her face into the pillow, and silently sobbed, not refusing Ricks tender stroking, but neither reacting on it. For hours, Rick caressed and hugged, whispered sweet, little words, but didn't try to get a reaction. Finally, Joyce sighed, shook him off, and fell asleep.

***

The next morning, Saturday, Joyce slept until late in the morning, and Rick stayed with her, watching her. When she finally woke up, he brought tea, even managed to make her eat some bread, and then kept her in bed for some cuddling.

Having her all comfortable, Rick thought it was the right time to address the issue at hand: "Joyce?"

"Hhmmm?"

"Can you tell me what happened to you?"

"Huh?" Joyce tensed.

"You say you're no virgin, but now you start panicking when you get close to that point -- I guess something happened on a previous time?"

Joyce turned away. "Yes, but it is nothing. I don't want to talk about it!"

"That's fine with me. I can imagine. But..."

"NO! You CAN'T imagine, and I CAN'T explain!"

"Sorry. You're right. But what I wanted to say was, don't force yourself. There is no need to hurry. I'm totally happy the way we are now."

"I just need to clean up my head. It's just... I said I don't want to talk about it...!"

"As long as you keep in mind that I'm happy with you!"

Joyce remained tense, and after another ten minutes, she got out of bed with a deep, irritated groan. After her bathroom visit, she put on her clothes and left for the living room. Rick followed ten minutes later.

Joyce had made a pot of tea, and offered Rick a cup. She was sitting on the sofa, reading a magazine, and it became clear to Rick, she was pretending that nothing had happened -- perhaps it was true; perhaps nothing had happened -- and Rick was happy to follow her example.

They made plans for the rest of the day -- well... they agreed on doing nothing special... -- and divided the household chores.

When Rick went around the living room, dusting and cleaning, Joyce came in, wrapped her arms around his neck, and gave him a long, lingering kiss.

"What was that?!" Rick asked, trying to get her to talk.

"Just trying to show you how I feel about you!" Joyce smiled vaguely, acting as if being shy.

"Let me show you how I feel about you!" He dropped the vacuum cleaner and grabbed her below her buttocks, lifting her up. Joyce wrapped her legs around his waist, tightened her arms around his neck, and received his kiss with a shriek of joy.

Rick used his upper body to press her back against the door, and aggressively claimed her mouth with his lips and tongue. Joyce replied with the same energy, her hands through his hair, sucking on his tongue. Then Rick carried her to the sofa, dropped her and climbed on top of her. He sat up, trying to get his breath, but Joyce pulled him down by his neck, and continued their kissing.

***

Since Joyce loved cooking and Rick not so much, Joyce was in charge of dinner that day, while Rick took care of the dish washing.

While Rick was cleaning, Joyce took a shower, and returned in a long, silky nightgown. Rick was pretty sure she wasn't wearing a bra underneath, and after they finished their coffee and tea, he decided to check it out. He moved himself between her legs on the ground, and kissed her lips, while his hands moved over the large globes -- indeed...

Joyce moaned and placed her hands on his, bringing more pressure on her breasts. He made her lie back on the sofa, and she helped Rick to take off her gown. To Rick's surprise, the gown was the only fabric she'd put on; now she was fully naked. Although first hesitatingly, Rick continued his kissing and stroking, kind of ignoring her lack of panties, but Joyce's reactions to his caressing -- her wiggling, moaning and groaning -- made his anxiety rapidly disappear. She even made him pull of his shirt, but didn't pay attention to his jeans, so he left those on.

Hindered by the small size of the sofa, Rick lifted and carried her like a baby to the bedroom. Again, Joyce didn't object -- on the contrary, her kissing clearly confirmed her consent. Once on the mattress, he straddled her and continued kissing her warm, soft lips for a while, his hands busying themselves on her large, soft breasts. Then, his mouth moved down, sucking in one nipple after the other, softly biting them, flicking them with his tongue, pressing his lips strongly around them.

Joyce moaned softly, her hands running through his hair, pushing his face against her body. Rick rearranged himself to pay his respect to her bellybutton, which caused her to push her pelvic up in the air.

Stretching out on the mattress next to her, he pulled her on top of him -- her soft breasts squeezed between their bodies -- and continued their kissing. Now, Joyce was more active; pushed herself up, and god, did Rick love the view!

Joyce's mouth started exploring his body; her lips and tongue working his torso in concert, nipping, licking and sucking every inch of skin, her long hair tickling his body, making Rick's cock rock-hard, uncomfortably locked inside his jeans. Rick grunted, but didn't want to put too much attention to his mast, fearing it would scare Joyce away once more.

When Joyce started softly biting his flesh, Rick decided to reclaim control. He pushed her back down on the mattress; her arms pinned above her head, and blew in her face. "There you go, little vixen! Don't get any ideas!"

Joyce smiled, her eyes shining, her lips waiting for more.

Rick positioned himself between her legs -- o so close to the honeypot he'd been allowed to taste so briefly -- placed both hands on her breasts, rolling both nipples between thumb and fingers, and, after a short kiss on her lips, his mouth started working her belly again.

Joyce writhed below him, and soon he felt her hands on his head again, pushing him further down. Rick's hands moved down too, caressing and rubbing her sides, her ribs, her hips, while his lips moved from bellybutton over her mons. He lingered a little, stroking with his tongue, but when her objections stayed out, his tongue continued down and softly licked at her lower lips.

In a reflex, her knees closed around his head, fixing him in position, but Joyce still didn't stop him, so after a short pause, he twisted his head to create some room, and carefully continued his exploration.

Rick's tongue tickled, teased and caressed Joyce's soft, fleshy lips, causing Joyce's hands to claw in his hair. But she didn't stop him.

Her breathing turned slow, deep, heavy, and slowly she pushed her knees apart, offering Rick full access.

Rick could taste her arousal -- the sweet-salty taste, the spice of life -- and his tongue danced between her legs, over the soft flesh, lapping her juices. He put pressure on it, slipping it between the lips, pushing it inside her slick pussy, and was rewarded with a long, deep groan, and more of her nectar.

By now, Joyce was soaking wet, and Rick slowly and carefully pushed his index finger inside her, which caused Joyce's body to strain; her muscles clamped around his finger. He didn't pull back; instead, he let his longue and lips work the area around it; nibble, suck and lick. And slowly, Joyce relaxed again, apparently accepting the intrusion.

Rick moved over to Joyce's side, kept his finger still inside her pussy, but his mouth back to her breasts. The breast, the nipple closest to his body was softly squeezed by his free hand, while Rick bent over to suck and tickle the other one with his tongue and lips.

With Joyce's attention now also focused on her breasts, Rick started to slowly move the finger inside her pussy. Joyce held her breath for a moment -- then let it go in a long sigh, and closed her eyes. Slowly, Rick's finger moved in and out her pussy, his tongue swirled around one nipple, while the fingers of his free hand played with the other nipple, causing a flood of sensations through Joyce's body, which she endured with deep breaths and soft moans.

Ensured by Joyce's reactions, Rick replaced his index finger by his middle finger, lubricated it, and then filled her up with both fingers together. Joyce groaned, but Rick pressed a deep kiss on her mouth, twisting his tongue inside, and Joyce gave in.

First slow and careful, but gradually faster and rougher, Rick's fingers penetrated Joyce's pussy, and her breathing became ragged and hoarse. Her hips started to move along with Rick's fingers, grinding and trying to get him deeper inside her.

Ricks mouth assaulted Joyce's mouth, the two fingers of his one hand moved up and down her slippery pussy, covering that hand with her juices, while the other hand squeezed and tormented her breasts. Joyce's breathing fastened; started huffing and groaning; then she let out one last squeal and fell back on the mattress, shaking, panting. Quietly, she started to sob and shiver.

Rick quickly wiped his hand clean on a shirt, and hugged her. "Hey... Are you ok?"

"Yes... it is just... It is so much..."

"But you're ok? No problems? Not hurt, not feeling bad about it?"

"No, I'm fine. Just emotional... just tired... I don't know. It's ok..."

Rick snugged up against her back, stroked her softly, and stayed with her until she was deep asleep. Then he slipped away to the bathroom, to find his release...

***

The next morning, Sunday, Rick woke up early again; sneaked out, and went for a run. When back, under the shower, the door of the bathroom opened and Joyce entered the steamy area.

"Hey -- fancy taking a shower with me?"

"Nah... Just wanted to take some water..."

She didn't fool Rick -- he noticed her trying to watch him through the fogged mirror. For a moment, he thought of calling her attention -- making her turn to face him -- but then thought the better of it. Apparently she still wasn't ready...

The rest of Sunday went slow and easy. Comprehensive brunch; sauntering the streets, watching gardens and the park; a long stop for coffee and tea in a cozy café. Back at home, they had a simple dinner -- soup and bread -- and their cuddling on the sofa was soon taken further in the bedroom.

***

On Monday evening, they had another shower together. Apparently without thinking, Joyce slipped out of her clothes, and Rick decided to follow again. Joyce was clearly uncomfortable, nervous, but didn't complain, and Rick pretended nothing unusual was going on. But Joyce attempts to avoid paying attention to Rick's cock -- which was proudly standing -- were too obvious, so eventually, Rick decided to react on it. "Are you offended by my penis, should I put on my boxers again, or can you just take a look and continue our shower?"

Joyce giggled, obviously nervous.

"What?"

"Penis..."

"What else... Cock, willy, dick... -- yeah I know... Rick's dick -- call it whatever you're comfortable with. But stop acting as if it is something awful. It won't blind you...!"

Joyce's eyes flashed over it, but Rick had enough, grabbed her hand, and pressed it on the hard meat.

In a reflex, Joyce tried to pull her hand away, but Rick held firm, and stroked his cock with Joyce's rigid hand.

Joyce nervously giggled, trying to keep as much distance as possible, but Rick didn't let go. "Put your fingers around it! ... Come on, do it. It won't bite you. It's not that dirty... Now!" and finally, Joyce's fingers bent around his cock, still avoiding contact as much as possible. But Rick wrapped his hand over Joyce's, and pressed it tighter against the flesh. Then he let go, and Joyce quickly pulled back her hand.

"So, that's out of the way. Now let's get under the water."

Rick enjoyed rubbing soap on Joyce's body, paying extra care on her soft breasts, but Joyce was still reluctant to return the favor, and completely avoided Rick's cock, so eventually, he grabbed her hand with sponge, guided it to his groin, and started rubbing extensively.

"Now... That wasn't too bad; was it?"

Joyce got the message, and when toweling each other dry, he didn't have to tell her again, although she still clumsily tried to avoid too much attention to his still hard cock.