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Learner's Permit, Part One.
She softly giggled as his hands gently caressed her side. Her entire body tensed and goose bumps began to form as she became more nervous. He kissed her neck, then her cheek, and then proceeded to passionately kiss her lips. As he did this, his hands worked their way from her sides to her chest. Her breaths became more shallow as her nervousness escalated. Not having many past experiences with guys, she was clueless what to do and, what is more important, how to do it. She didn't even know what to do with her hands when she kissed him. Hold his hand? Explore his body the way he does hers? But he's made differently than she is, there's different things and ways to explore. She wondered if her reluctance to do anything more than a kiss was noticeable. And why was she more nervous to do things now than the first time she did anything? Was it because she has actual feelings for him, unlike the last guy?
A thousand thoughts rushed through her head at once:
Do I kiss well enough for him? Is he annoyed that I'm not doing more than kiss him? What do I do with my hands? Why the hell am I so nervous? Why is it so weird to open your eyes while kissing someone? Whatever, I keep my eyes closed anyways. What is that bump against my leg---ooooh. OH! Do I acknowledge that it's there? Or pretend it doesn't exist? Well I can't pretend it doesn't exist, it's obviously a part of the guy I'm kissing. Should I reach my hand down and touch it? Over his pants or under? Oh God why is this so stressful? I'm just making out with him, how can it be this complicated? I wonder what he's thinking . . .
Suddenly her thoughts are interrupted by a surging feeling throughout her entire body, originating from between her legs. As they exchanged kisses (and tongues), she realized his hand had worked its way from her side to the end of her pants’ zipper. She quickly inhales and they separate their kiss only long enough for her to let him know she's all right with a meek smile. He continues to gently caress her over her pants, and as he does so, her body fills with ecstatic sensations and her mind with a hundred new thoughts:
Oh . . . my . . . God . . . wow. Why is it that his touch down there can cause that feeling all over my body? Why can't I get that feeling on my own? That feels so good . . . Now what do I do?! Do I reciprocate by touching him? He'd be upset if I didn't, wouldn't he? Do I just grab it? Or slowly work my way to it? How do I touch it? Do I rub it or squeeze it? I wish there was a manual on this or something. My stomach is doing flips. Why am I so nervous if this feels so good? Is it bad to feel this good? How do I know that I'm not just grabbing his leg? Why can't they teach this sort of thing in health class? How does he know where to touch me? ...Do I really want to know the answer to that? You'd think with the number of sites online and what my friends have said that I'd know what to do . . . Alright, I'll start making my way to it . . .
She takes a deep breath while they continue to exchange kisses then places her hand on his knee. She slowly slides her hand up the inside of his thigh, not knowing what she’s to do when she reaches his crotch. As she slides her hand up and gets closer to him, his breathing picks up in its pace. She takes this to be a good thing and continues up, but slows even more as she does. Becoming tense from her nervousness about the scenario, she loses focus of the kiss and pays attention to what she is doing with her hand. He tries to get her to keep up the kiss by coaxing her tongue, and she reciprocates when she realizes that she has lost track of what she was doing. Her mind raced as she worked her way up his leg:
I’m almost all the way up to his cock. Or would you say dick? Penis seems much too . . . scientific? What am I supposed to call it? Well whatever it is, I’m almost to it. What do I do to it? How hard am I supposed to touch it? What if I hurt him that would be horrible. But I can’t do it too light because then he doesn’t get anything out of it. Can I even grab it through his pants?
As her hand finally reaches his crotch, she can immediately feel the change in softness between his cock and his leg. She slowly does her best to get her hand around it and she begins to rub it up and down. To him, it’s painfully teasing as it is too slow for his liking. His breathing picks up more now that she is actually touching him there and not just his leg.
Completely clueless about what to do, she rubs it up and down. She keeps rubbing it, up and down, and then a little more so. She wonders to herself if she is doing it right, because she doesn’t have much to gauge herself with other than his breathing and anything he might say to her, though he hasn’t said a word to her after saying “hi.” Too afraid to actually ask him, she continues to try and please him over his pants. She feels like she is focusing too hard on a task that seems so simple to her in theory, and she begins to think about this:
Why is this requiring so much of my attention? I’m kissing a wonderful kisser and I must be a horrible kisser to him because I’m obviously not at his caliber in that area nor am I focusing on the kiss. Maybe I should pay attention more to the kiss because I know how to do that . . . There’s got to be something more than just rubbing his dick up and down, like a trick or something . . . I know that underneath is sensitive but I kinda can’t get there since he’s got pants on. So what am I supposed to do? I wish that I had like a fairy godmother over my shoulder right now or just someone to tell me what I’m doing wrong . . . or right if I am, but I really don’t think that I am . . . Better yet, I wish he’d guide me on what to do. I mean he is the one who knows what he likes . . .
He gently pulls back from the kiss and smiles into her eyes before glancing at the clock on the night stand. He takes her hand from his cock and holds it in his. He frowns slightly, saying, “sorry to cut this short hun, but I have to go to work now.” She lets out a sigh of relief, though to him it seems like one of disappointment.
“Hun, I’m really sorry,” he says, as though pleading for her approval.
“Don’t be, please. I don’t mind, honestly,” she says. “Seriously, it’s fine.” Her tone releases a bit of her apprehension, and he feels better about stopping their fun short.
He softly kisses her forehead with a slight smile, he thinks it’s cute how nervous she is. “Alright then. We’ll have to continue this later. You still coming over tomorrow?” She nodded nervously, as her mind raced about what would occur the following day.