The young man smiled nervously. And what was he, after all? Priest? Lover? Confidant? Confessor? Or merely a man who would guide her over the border into womanhood, as she would guide him at the same time? “I’m not going to be very good.”
“I don’t think anyone ever is, the first time they try. But the important thing is that you actually do try.”
He nodded. “One promise?”
“Anything.”
“Tell me if I’m doing anything wrong.”
And then he lowered his head, kissing the inside of her thighs.
Maybe he was too nervous, too unsure, to dive right into her p***y. Maybe he thought he would be too clumsy, too inept to please her. God knew that people didn’t make things easy for men who were sexually inexperienced. But the feel of his lips on her skin made the wait worth it. So warm. So sweet. So t
