That night we played some more before bedtime. It was gentler than before. We were already submissive, so Arnold had little to prove. Instead, we spent more time touching and exploring. Before now, I had had only the vaguest idea what sensuality was all about.
That night after bedtime was finally implemented, I still had a major burning, but it wasn’t Jenny or Maria that were going to soothe my flame tonight. I waited about fifteen minutes, and then I snuck into Arnold’s room and sat on his bed. He was drowsy, but he reached out his hand. It touched my tummy and then moved up to my breast and then down between my legs. He rolled over and opened his covers, and I crept in beside him.
At first, he lay on his side and had me lie in front of him. My back, butt, and legs were all touching him, and he took my lower arm by the wrist and held it out straight in front of me. While he held me this way, I used his arm as a pillow. His upper arm was free. He used it to brush my hair for a while, and then he wrapped it over the top of my arm and rubbed my breasts, tummy, and legs. As far as I was concerned, he was putting the “fore” in foreplay, and I started to change my breathing. I slid my hand to his leg and started rubbing that gently. But before long, I just couldn’t take the anticipation anymore, and with a gentle moan, I rolled on to my back. I was his. I trusted that whatever he had in mind for me, I would enjoy.
He slid on top of me. He pinned my arms over my head with his arms. He pinned my legs together with his legs. He kissed me and started humping. It took a while, but I could feel him get more and more excited. Finally, he started gasping, and I felt something warm between my legs, and then he relaxed. He kissed me again and said, “Thank you.”
I kissed him back and said, “Thank you.”
He rolled me back on my side like we had been before, and we went to sleep.
When I had rolled on my back, I was ready for him to spread my legs with his. I was ready for him to search for my hot little muffin with his big, hard member. I was ready for him to enter me, pleasure me, and leave some of his manhood. I was ready to lose my virginity. I was ready to do this, but I was just as happy that he had chosen not to … yet. My trust of this man was growing fast. I fell asleep in his arms, and I had no doubt I would respect him in the morning.
Sometime near dawn, I awoke to find him carrying me back to my bed.