Bob Part III free porn video

Bob (Part Three) By Evenrude It was a little after three PM when they left the mall and arrived back at Jane's home. They took the bags inside and Bob placed his on the bed in the room Jane said was his to use. She entered a moment later. "I think you need to try some of these things on." She suggested. "If they don't fit, or you decide you don't like them, we can exchange them today." "What do you want to see first?" Bob asked. "Surprise me." Jane teased. Curiosity made Bob want to try the black thong, but anything that small was probably stretchy enough to fit just about anybody. Well, maybe not any anybody... He decided to try the skirt. Bob removed his shoes and socks, then his slacks. He laid the skirt on the bed to study it a bit before attempting to put it on. "If you want to try that, why don't you open some of those pantyhose and I'll give you some pointers on wearing them." Bob carefully opened the package of hose and began to feel the sensuous, almost gossamer-like material. "Be careful you don't snag them with a fingernail." Jane warned. "Give them to me a second." Bob almost reluctantly handed them to her. Jane took the hose and sort of rolled them into a shape that looked sort of like she was trying to shorten them. "If you do this, carefully put each foot in, then roll them up each leg, they'll go on better and will be less likely to run. Always be sure you have your nails trimmed before you do this, Hon." She commanded. Bob looked at his nails. They were still too short to snag on anything, he thought. He'd have to work on that too, if he wanted to look like a 'real' woman instead of a girl. Jane handed the hose back to Bob. Carefully trying to emulate the way Jane showed him, he took the hose and placed first his left and then his right foot into the hose. When it seemed to fit right around his feet, he began to roll them up his smooth legs. Good thing he shaved them, he thought. Even though he had been amazed at how soft and smooth he had become since the 'change', his legs had never felt smoother than they did after he shaved them and now with the nylons covering them. He didn't even have the panty part over his butt and he couldn't resist running his hands over his shiny, slick legs. "Calm down, Bobbie. You can feel yourself up later, if you want." Jane teased. "They do feel kind of neat, don't they?" She admitted. "Do they ever." Bob breathed. "I've never felt anything like this before." "You get used to it." Jane said knowingly. "And you'll soon find they can get pretty hot on your legs." "I don't care." Bob said. "I could wear these and feel this all day long." "Well, pull them up first and let's try that skirt before the mirrors fog up in here." Jane exclaimed. "We still have plenty of other stuff to try on." Bob got up off the bed and struggled to get the tight pantyhose over his slim, but feminine rear-end. When he had it up, Jane came over and showed him how to get it all snugged up between his legs. There were no baggy areas anywhere when she was done. "That's exactly how they're supposed to fit." She said. Bob walked over to the full-length mirror. There he saw an attractive young woman wearing only pantyhose and a shiny beige bra covering her small, pert breasts looking back at him. He couldn't resist feeling himself, his legs, his butt, even the little cotton panel running between his legs. It felt warm and damp under there. Jane watched Bob and grinned. It was amazing watching this person... this former young man... discovering some of the more personal pleasures of womanhood. "Don't get too carried away, Hon." She warned again. "We still have plenty of things to try on, and you'll probably have the rest of your life to look at yourself in the mirror." "Yeah, Yeah, I know." Bob retorted. "But you just don't understand how all this feels." "Really?" Jane answered. "I'm a woman too, remember." "But I'm not... remember?" Bob said. "This is still all very new to me." "Ok. Take your time, Hon." Jane agreed. "I guess this is why we're doing this, isn't it?" Bob was moving around in the front of the mirror, making faces and striking sexy positions. It was obvious that he found his own image in the mirror very erotic. "She's kind'a cute, isn't she, Hon." Jane teased. "A little skinny, but she'll probably fill out." Bob turned to look at his butt and then his developing bust line in side profile. "You think so?" He asked, playing along. "I think she looks a bit flat-chested without the padded bra, don't you?" "Maybe a little, but she's still growing." Jane considered. "She just needs a little more before she worries too much about stuff like that, I think." Bob looked back at Jane and smiled. "I think she's just beginning to admit to herself that all this is probably going to be permanent and she's trying to figure out some way she can live with it. She's scared stiff." Bob said. "Well, she just needs to understand that there are people who want to help out." Jane said. "She won't be left alone to deal with this." "I think she knows that." Bob said. "But she also knows that there will be times when she'll have to do some things all by herself, and she isn't so sure she can pull it off." "I think she's done pretty well so far." Jane continued. "And she just started." "But she thinks somebody will eventually spot that she's not really a girl... A woman." Bob said. "She feels like she's some kind of pervert, going places she shouldn't and doing things she has no right to be doing." "Well, I'm looking at her, and I can see she is a girl, a girl who is rapidly becoming a woman. A very intelligent woman. Just like any other women, she is what she is. Nothing more, nothing less." Jane said. "But she's so damn scared." Bob told her. "She's lost so much strength. She feels so vulnerable. She knows what the guy's will think when they look at her." "I guess she's probably right about that." Jane admitted. "But she's really no different than most other pretty girls. They all have that problem." "Most girls don't spend the first 27 years as a male." Bob offered. "Perhaps that experience gives her an advantage." Jane countered. "I hope you're right." Bob said, his eyes beginning to tear up, "For her sake." Jane went over to Bob and took him in her arms. They were almost the same size. Bob had formerly been about five foot ten but had lost a little height as well as considerable bulk with the change. He was still quite tall and the height look made him look like a tall, sort of gangly, young girl. Especially dressed like this... almost naked. They just stood and hugged for a few moments. Bob looked into Jane's eyes. "Thanks." He said simply. "I really needed that." Jane kissed him on the cheek, and they moved together till their lips met. It was awkward for a moment, and then they both kissed passionately. When it was over, they just looked at each other. Bob spoke first. "You probably won't believe this, but that's the first time I've ever kissed a girl like that." "Me too." Jane admitted, smiling. "Did it bother you?" Bob asked. "I mean... You know." "Well, it was a little different." Jane admitted. "But I can't say it was all that unpleasant." She giggled. "Well, it's good to know I still have it." Bob joked. "I was afraid you'd notice I was wearing a bra." "Truth be told, that thing is just a little hard to miss." Jane said. "But that was probably the softest kiss I ever received." "I'll have to work a firming it up a little, I guess." Bob teased. It was so easy talking to Jane. "Maybe we should get back to trying on those clothes, Hon." Jane decided. "Let's cool down a bit." "Maybe we better." Bob agreed. Jane went to the bed and found the little green skirt and handed it to Bob. "Try and put this on, Hon." She said. Bob held up the skirt and examined how to don it. "Wait." Jane said. "Put the half slip and the camisole on first." Bob laid the skirt on the bed and found the silky nylon slip. He stepped into it and pulled it up. The filmy nylon felt great against his nylon covered butt and legs. He looked at Jane as he slowly ran his hands over his tush. "Feels nice, huh?" Jane said knowingly. "Yeah, it really does." Bob said. "Do these things feel like this to you, too?" "It does feel nice, Hon." Jane admitted. "It's really not so bad being a girl, is it?" Bob just looked at her and blushed. Jane just smiled. "Try the camisole." Bob pulled the camisole over his head and arraigned it about his breasts. When he felt it was about right, he held his arms out and looked at Jane. "Not bad, Hon." She decided. "Time for the skirt." Bob took the skirt and held it up, not knowing if it went over the head or what. "Unzip it and step in." Jane ordered. "Then just zip it back up. Bob opened the short back zipper, bent over and put his nylon-encased legs into the little skirt. He pulled it over his butt. Jane helped zip it up. "Fits pretty well, don't you think?" She asked. "This is the first time I've ever worn a dress, you know." Bob admitted. "I guess it fits fine, but then, what do I know?" "It's a skirt, Hon." Jane corrected. "It doesn't look tight, so if it feels comfortable, it's probably just right." "Are you sure it isn't too short?" Bob asked warily. "Not on you, Hon." Jane advised. "You don't look a day over fifteen, so you don't want too much length with casual wear. That would look out of place." "Just fifteen, huh?" Bob repeated. "I really look that young to you?" "You're still changing fast, 'Bobbie'." Jane said. She again used the name she overheard the girl at Top Cuts call him. "The chromosome changes you underwent have made you appear much younger than you actually are, but you're looking more mature every day." "I hope so, I guess." Bob said thoughtfully. "This female is bad enough; I don't want people to think I'm just a little kid too." "You don't look like a little kid, Hon." Jane said. "How does the skirt feel?" "I think it feels okay." Bob decided, moving his legs apart and kicking out as he spoke. "I guess its fine." "Good." Jane declared. "Why not try the ivory blouse then?" Bob removed the blouse from the plastic hanger and placed his arms in it. As he buttoned it, he noticed the buttons seemed to be on the wrong side. "They're all that way. You'll get used to that, Hon." Jane advised, helping button the little blouse. With the blouse on and all buttoned up, Bob looked at himself in the mirror. "Not bad." He exclaimed. "You're becoming an attractive woman, Bob." Jane admitted, again using his masculine name. "I don't know if you appreciate that yet, but that's what's happening." "It's not easy to accept it, but I am trying." Bob admitted, turning around and around. "Try those new shoes." Jane ordered. "Let's see how you look like with everything." Bob sat and found the shoes. He quickly put them on and stood for Jane's inspection. "Not bad, Hon." Jane declared. "Not bad at all." Bob turned around one time and sat back down on the bed. He removed the shoes and began to unbutton the blouse. "Let's try some of that other stuff." Bob exclaimed. "I want to try it all." "I think you should." Jane agreed. "If you don't like something, we can go back to the mall." "God, I hope it all fits." Bob moaned. "I do appreciate all you are doing for me, but I just want to rest a while before we go out the world again." "No problem, Hon, we still have the whole weekend ahead of us." Jane reminded him. Bob looked at all the clothes scattered all over the bed. He didn't know what to wear next. "Try the things you bought to workout in." Jane suggested. "We'll be going over there tomorrow. If they don't fit, we should take them back today." "You really think I should go there?" Bob asked warily. "Do you think you can behave yourself?" Jane asked seriously. Bob frowned, then grinned at her. "I still like to look, but I don't think I could do anything if I wanted to." He declared. "And truthfully, the 'urge' has probably changed a little these days." "Well, if I can trust you, I think it would be a good experience for you." Jane decided. "But if you don't want to go, I won't force you." "A chance to see a bunch of women naked?" Bob considered. "Why on Earth would I not want to do that?" "You really think that's what it's all about?" Jane asked, looking at him strangely. "Will I be in the locker rooms?" Bob countered. "Of course." Jane responded. "Why not?" "Why not indeed!" Bob agreed. "I want to go then." "Try these things on." Jane ordered. Bob sat on the bed and removed his shoes, then stood to remove the shirt and skirt. With those off, he slowly and carefully pulled the pantyhose down and off his legs. Jane was right. It felt much cooler with the hose off his legs. He stood in only bra and panties, again unable to resist staring at his own reflection in the mirror. Jane watched him with amusement. "Okay. Okay. Enough of that ogling." She teased. "You can do that all night, if you want. Let's finish trying on these clothes." Bob's face warmed with embarrassment. He picked up the gray (or 'concrete') cotton exercise wear. The cloth felt so soft and stretchy; it was difficult to believe these were serious workout clothes. "Should I change underwear too?" Bob asked. "That's completely up to you, Hon." Jane responded. "If you think they fit, there's probably no need." "I'll try 'em" Bob decided. He found the new matching heather gray underpants and bra and slipped them on. Everything fit very snugly, but probably just as it was intended to. After he put the camisole top on he examined himself in the mirror. If the rather feminine close fitting top didn't make it obvious it was a female body under there, the snug bikini panties left no doubt. "You're definitely a cutie, Hon." Jane exclaimed, smiling as Bob continued to look in awe at what he had become. Bob slipped on the rest of the athletic wear and then turned to model it for Jane. "What do you think?" He asked. "Will I fit in wearing this stuff?" "Hon, looking like that, you'll more than fit in." Jane declared. "You'll be the envy of most of the girls. Sorry... The other women." "It's one thing knowing what I look like under my clothes now, but another to wear stuff that flaunts it to the whole world." Bob said out loud, mostly to himself. "You're very attractive, Bob. You have nothing to be ashamed of." Jane reminded him. "I'm not ashamed." Bob said. "Embarrassed, I'd say, but what guy wouldn't be, wearing stuff like this?" "Just forget the 'guy' thing." Jane ordered. "You're a woman now... remember." "I'm working on that." Bob said. "But I still feel like a pretender." "You look real enough to me." Jane said curtly. "And I know you can do it." Bob removed the exercise clothes and the underwear bought to go with it. He put his original panty and bra back on, and then selected some of the other clothes to see if they fit. Jane silently approved or helped with the fit and critiqued the look of each piece. Before long, all items of outwear had been tried on and approved. Surprisingly, non were rejected for fit or appearance. Although it was interesting to see and feel the various items of feminine attire, Bob was glad when the last of the pile was tried. All that remained was the lingerie and most of that was already known to fit. Bob still wanted to try the little black thong panty. Although it had certainly never occurred to him that he would ever be able to wear one himself, it had always been his dream to see a girl wear one of those. "How about the thong?" Bob asked. "I want to see you in yours too." "I really don't think that's necessary." Jane objected. "But I do." Bob declared. "You've been watching me try all this stuff on, now it's your turn, and my turn to watch." "You bought one too, Bobbie boy." Jane teased. "I'll put mine on, but then you gotta wear yours." "No problem." Bob agreed. "But you go first. I always learn best by close observation." "Yeah, right." Jane groaned. "Your brain hasn't changed a bit, has it?" "Hee, hee." Bob snickered. "I think maybe it's probably a little different than it was, but some areas might not be so different." He selected the lingerie from the pile and sorted out Jane's from his own. He handed the tiny pieces of cloth to the woman. "I think these are yours." Bob said, holding out the tiny panty and bra with the slender straps on just two of his fingers. Bob's grin had become more like a leer. The effect was quite out of place on the feminine features of his changed countenance. "I'm not going to go through with this if you keep looking at me like that." Jane objected. "I don't care what you look like, there's no doubt you still have a male brain under those short locks." "Hey, like you told me... We're all girls here... Right?" Bob retorted as he tried to eliminate the smirk from his face. "I'll remember this." Jane warned humorously. She was already removing her blouse as she spoke. Bob watched with interest as Jane removed her bra. Compared to his, her breasts were larger. But, the big difference was the shape. Unlike his, which were extremely firm, pert cones, Jane's looked softer and had slight noticeable sag. He thought his own nipples had become huge and compared to his tiny male ones, they were, but even his new size was small compared to Jane's. Like his own often did now, Jane's nipples had stiffened from the exposure to the room air and they proudly stood at attention. The darker, mature color was also a contrast to the light pink color his had acquired when they began to expand. "Is this what you wanted to see?" Jane asked, seeing the interest Bob was showing as she undressed. "I admit I am curious." Bob conceded. "You're a beautiful woman." "And so are you." Jane said simply. "But this is all new to me." Bob explained. "I've only seen stuff like this in pictures." Well then, if you must, look all you need to." Jane agreed. "I just hope I measure up." "Oh, but you do." Bob said, smiling. "I don't mean to stare at you, but I just can't help it." Jane walked to the middle of the bedroom and, still topless, turned around slowly, giving Bob a chance to examine her body to his hearts content. She reached down and removed her shoes, then unzipped her pants. Jane kept her eyes on Bob's as she slowly pulled her pants over her hips and down her legs. She stepped out of them and tossed them on the bed. Now, wearing only her underpants, she slowly provocatively turned, allowing Bob to see her from all angles. She placed her hand on her hip while her back was to him and looked back, trying to emulate the famous Betty Grable pin-up photo pose of the old World War. Bob didn't know if she was teasing him, mocking him, or just trying to satisfy his curiosity. Whatever the intent, it was making his breath come in short gasps. He had never seen a woman act so erotically. Jane smiled demurely at Bob and placed her thumbs into the waistband of her shiny-blue nylon hip-hugger briefs. They were probably just her everyday underwear, but to Bob they looked about as sexy as anything he could imagine. Jane slowly swiveled her hips provocatively as she almost imperceptibly pulled the panties down. Just before they were low enough to expose her pubic hair, she turned to face Bob and slowly ran her palm between her legs, emphasizing the feminine flatness of her pubic mound. The surprisingly good amateur striptease continued as Jane slipped her panties to her ankles, then stepped out of them. She hooked her toe over the panties and flipped them at Bob, who was standing there, mouth agape, hitting him about chest high. Jane then stood, legs apart, and stretched her arms straight out to the side. She slowly and sensuously moved her feet together, then slowly turned around so Bob could get another good look. When she was facing him again. She lowered her arms to her sides but remained in the middle of the room. "So, what do you think?" She asked. "Is it what you expected?" "Ahh... All that, and more, I guess." Bob stammered. "Well, thanks, I guess." Jane said, naked and wondering how to best conclude the show she just put on. "You'll really need to get used to seeing women in an undressed state." Jane said. "Think you can do that?" "I admit, I was impressed by the strip show, but I think I can handle it." Bob said, smiling as he picked up the panties Jane kicked at him. Jane walked to the bed and found the thong panty. She looked it over and then stepped into it. As she pulled it over her hips, she wiggled them slightly, her eyes looking at Bob as she did so. When the diminutive garment was in place, she slowly turned around to allow Bob to see. She then found the matching bra and put that on. Again she performed a slow pirouette. "Your turn now, Bobbie." Jane said teasingly mocking him. Bob grinned. Jane looked so sexy, but he was just as anxious to see what he looked like while wearing the same thing. Bob quickly removed the underwear he was wearing and, following Jane's example, pulled the tiny panty on first. It was so miniscule it hardly seemed like clothing, rather just a dainty harness of silky straps that just happened to be wider in strategic areas of the body. Not all that wide though. Bob had heard underwear like this referred to as 'butt floss' and now, as he ran his fingers along the crack of his rear end, feeling the tiny satin strap he had just pulled in there, he had to agree with the description. It felt strange, tucked in there, gently rubbing against the anus. He looked down his front and realized that the little triangle of cloth was not large enough to completely conceal even the light pubic hair in its new configuration. It peeked out at the sides. Bob looked over at Jane to see if she had the same problem but, although her hair down there was thicker and darker than his, it hardly showed at all. She must have trimmed it at the sides or something. Jane saw Bob looking at her and she smiled. "You'll need to trim that bikini-line a bit if you want it to look right." Was all she said. Great... More shaving. Bob thought. Although his face was virtually hairless since right after the change, it seemed everything else on his body needed the attention of a razor now. At least it seemed that way. Bob took the matching bra and put it on backwards first as Jane had taught him. Closing the hooks, he spun the little bra around and then up to cover his small breasts. Unlike the bra he put on this morning, this one had shoulder straps with more stretch and they seemed to fit pretty good as they were. Also unlike this morning, this one had less padding in the cups. Although they were not very erect at the moment, Bob could see his nipples outlined in the fabric. He rubbed his hand over the satiny fabric of the left cup and felt the sensitive nipple react to his touch. Bob walked to the mirror and examined his reflection. From the front, he looked quite naked except for three tiny triangles of black satin. They looked even smaller than the same outfit Jane was wearing. He turned around. Except at narrow waist at the top, the entire panty was completely concealed in his ass crack. His butt definitely looked feminine now, and the little black straps across his back did nothing to alter that appearance. In this sexy underwear, Bob had the look of jailbait. Bob arched his shoulders slightly in an attempt to make his small chest look a bit more developed. Jane walked along side him and the contrast between them was clearly evident. She represented a mature woman to his slightly post-adolescent teen. Her full breasts contrasted to his smaller, high-pert bosom. Her wide hips contrasted to his still relatively narrow ones, his tight butt looking very different to Jane's much softer, rounder contours. There was no doubt of Bob's femininity. Maybe he wasn't a man anymore, but this comparison made it plain that he wasn't a woman either. At least not yet. Jane looked at their reflection in the mirror and smiled. "Don't take this the wrong way, Hon.," She said. "But you look like you could be my younger sister." "I agree I look younger," Bob replied. "But looking at you sure don't make me feel like your sister." He grinned. "Just what do you feel, Hon?" Jane asked. "I can't really describe it." He muttered, "Emotions, I guess. Curiosity, appreciation, excitement, lust, frustration... Things like that." Jane gently placed her arm on Bob's shoulder. "Your skin is soft." She said. "Even in that sexy get-up, you look so innocent. Hard to believe there's really an adult male hidden in there somewhere." She giggled. "It's hard for me to accept I really look like this." Bob agreed. "But I'm still me, with all the same needs and desires. Well, maybe almost the same needs and desires... They sorta feel like they are still the same anyway." Jane pulled Bob closer to her and looked into his (her) eyes. "How do you feel about women now, Bob?" She asked. "More importantly, how do you feel about me?" Bob felt his face warming as he looked into the woman's eyes. He was embarrassed to tell her exactly how he felt. "I wish I still had my complete body back right now." Bob said. "Then I could show you how I feel." "And if you did?" Jane continued, rubbing her hands over his back sensuously. Bob closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her touch as he considered his words carefully. "I know what I want to do, but at best, I'm just a eunuch now." He said softly. "I can't be a man anymore, and I don't really know how to be a woman... at least not yet." "Bob, don't misunderstand me." Jane explained. "I'm not a lesbian. At least I don't think I am. I've never been with a woman before. I've certainly never wanted to be with one either. I don't know why I feel about you the way I do. I want to help with your transition, if that's ultimately what you decide to do. But, aside from that, I feel something... I feel closeness... I just like to be around you... Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you?" "I know exactly what you mean." Bob interjected. "I feel it too." "What is it?" Jane asked, not expecting him to answer. "What are we feeling?" "I certainly don't feel qualified to answer that..." Bob considered. "If things were different, I might take a guess and call it love..." "Love?" Jane asked. "Have you ever been in love?" "I don't have any idea." Bob asked. "I sure never thought it would feel like this if that's what it is." "I sure thought I was in love with Winston." Jane said. "It was very good too. I'm sure at the very least, I was in lust." "Winston?" Bob repeated. Jane smiled. "My ex." She explained. "Well, I don't know Winston, but I'll bet I'm nothing like him." Bob quipped. "Especially not now." "You're quite right about that, Hon." Jane said, grinning widely. "I may look like a woman now, or a girl anyway, and obviously I can't physically perform as a man anymore..." Bob declared. "But in my mind, at least, I'm still pretty much the same guy I always was." "I didn't know that guy." Jane reminded him. "I like the guy you are now." "Even when I come in this teenage-girl wrapper?" "I don't know... I know... It sounds weird." Jane admitted. "Maybe I'm going crazy." "If you are, I'm glad you are." Bob decided. Bob took Jane in his arms and kissed her firmly on the lips. She responded willingly. It was a strange sight, two almost naked women, the younger looking of the pair taking the lead... running her hands lustily over the older woman's body. Jane moved them over to the bed and Bob willingly followed. He wasn't sure what was going to happen, but the mutual feelings and touching was too pleasant to ignore and passion overrode any concerns he had about his changed anatomy or his ability of perform sexually because of it. Although Bob first began the touching and stroking, in only a few moments, Jane reciprocated, running her hands along Bob's back and buttocks. She was unsure how to proceed, not wanting to embarrass him, but wanting to bring him pleasure in any way she could. It felt strange for her to touch his soft body so intimately at first, but the obvious excitement they both were experiencing was soon mutually contagious. Bob wasn't sure what to do either. He had never had the opportunity for true intimacy with a woman before. Although he had experienced copulation, the lack of cooperation of his partner made the experience mostly unsatisfying and nothing like this. Here he was, lying in bed with a willing female and he was stuck in a body of the same gender as she was. The flesh was oh-so-willing, but it was also very different now. Bob soon screwed up enough courage to placed his small, quivering right hand on the little patch of black satin covering Jane's pubic area. He wasn't surprised to find it was wet there. He could feel his own body reacting in much the same way, more so than it ever had before. As he slowly stroked Jane's genital area, feeling the hot, wet softness, Jane reacted to his gentle touch by arching her back, raising her hips slightly, as if offering her body to his hand. Jane moved her legs apart even more, making her womanhood as accessible as she could. Bob's touch felt wonderful and she wanted to do the same for him, but she was apprehensive to touch him in the same way, not really sure how he would react. For a little while, she allowed Bob to have his way with her, letting him know what felt good by using subtle body movements and sounds that left little doubt. Bob's soft touch, experienced through the little satin panty, felt exquisite. Not knowing what else to do, Bob kept up the stroking and gentle rubbing till Jane's clitoris felt like it was going to explode. No other man had ever before been so gentle or allowed foreplay to last this long. She could feel the first climax begin to build. Wanting the sensation to last, she pulled away from his loving hand slightly. That movement made Bob stop his rhythmic stroking. "Is it starting to hurt?" Bob queried. Bob had already discovered that a woman's genitals didn't feel very good if the touch was too harsh, or continued after a climax had occurred. "No, Hon," Jane breathed. "It feels wonderful... Please... Don't stop. I just want it to last a long time." "As long as you want." Bob said softly. He gently kissed Jane on the lips, while beginning the rhythmic stroking, a little softer this time. "Can I touch you there?" Jane asked, timidly brushing Bob's pubic mound. "If you want... Sure." Bob answered. He moved his knees apart, allowing Jane access to his now very wet crotch. Jane touched him, timidly at first; trying to use her hands and fingers on Bob in the same way he was pleasuring her. Bob raised his hips to offer his most sensitive parts to her gentle fingers. "You don't have to do that." Bob told her. "If it turns you off or anything, I understand." Hush up, Hon." Jane ordered. "It sure doesn't turn me off. It's just a little new to me, that's all." "It's new to me too." Bob exclaimed. "But I can't believe how good it all feels." Jane moved her hand from stroking Bob's clitoral area from outside the panty and slowly placed it inside the waistband. She then delicately dragged her index finger up, tracing the slippery folds of his engorged labia, and then slowly circling the barely perceptible nub of the clitoris. Bob reacted to the unexpected pleasurable sensation by tensing the muscles of his buttocks and then raising his hips up involuntarily. "My God, Jane, that feels good." Bob breathed. "I can't believe how good." He slowly placed his own hand in Jane's panties, trying his best to emulate what she was doing to him. The lay there, side by side, eyes closed, facing each other, mutually rubbing each others genitalia, each pumping their hips to match the rhythm of their partners hand. Before long, Jane was becoming desperate for Bob to place his fingers into her opening. Bob, inexperienced about sex as he was, apparently did not realize the pleasure that could bring. Finally, Jane decided to take a chance. She didn't know how he would react, but took a long breath and slowly placed her second finger just inside Bob's genital opening. The change in her touch caused Bob to stop moving his hips for a moment and then he began to push cautiously against her finger. Jane took that reaction as approval and slowly began to move her finger around his well-lubricated slit. Bob stopped moving again, mostly to enjoy the new sensation he was experiencing. "Does that hurt?" Jane asked. "Should I stop?" "Oh no, don't stop." Bob said, his breathing now short and more like a gasp. Jane really wanted Bob to place his finger, or even better, fingers deep inside her opening. She was afraid to do that to Bob, knowing it was likely that, unlike her, he probably had an intact hymen. She decided that if she wanted something, it would be best to just ask. "Could I ask a favor, Hon?" Jane asked. "Anything." Bob replied. "Anything at all." "Please put two fingers inside me." Jane asked, her embarrassment clearly evident. "Sure." Bob answered. "I'd love to do that." He gently and slowly, too slowly for Jane, moved his fingers along her slit, wetting them with her excretions, then even more gently inserted them into her vaginal opening. When they were only slightly inside, Jane moved her pelvis up to drive his fingers in as deep as they would go. "That's so good." Jane exclaimed. "Don't take them out." She began to move her hips to make the fingers go in and out of her opening, as if she was making love to his fingers, as indeed she probably was. "That is so good," She repeated. "I wish it was something besides my damn fingers in there." Bob replied sadly. Jane stopped her lusty writhing. "Is there something I can do for you?" She asked. "Anything... Just ask." "I don't know." Bob said truthfully. Although all this mutual genital rubbing was extremely pleasurable, Bob wasn't sure if he wanted Jane to put her fingers inside his body as he was doing to her. Although he had explored that area of his changed body numerous times, he had yet to go much past the tight restriction that he had been told was his hymen. It felt like a small band of muscle or maybe skin but it hurt when his finger pushed against it with any pressure. The doctors were always careful and very gentle as they examined that part of him, which they did regularly, much to his extreme embarrassment, especially the first few times. Jane certainly seemed to enjoy the feeling of having his fingers inside her but, even to Bob, her sex opening felt much different... much larger. Obviously, having experienced intercourse numerous times before, her vagina didn't have the band of tissue partially closing off the opening. He wasn't afraid of physically losing his virginity, but Bob had no idea how it might feel when it happened. It was amazingly sensitive 'down there' and he was still unfamiliar enough with his own vaginal area that he didn't want to hurt himself. "Does it really hurt the first time?" Bob asked warily. "A little." Jane admitted. "Not really that bad, usually. It depends though." Her medical training had taught her that there was a great variation between individuals in that area. "Put one finger all the way in then... But go really slow." Bob ordered. He tensed up, anticipating some significant pain. Jane could feel him doing that. "Loosen up, Hon," She advised. "I'll go slow, and only one finger." "Is this how the first time was for you?" Bob asked, obviously curious about what to expect. Jane snorted. "Not exactly, Hon." She declared. "I was sixteen and so was Tommy Ford, in my bedroom, when my parents weren't home." "Did he go slow... and just use one finger?" Bob asked. "I'm sure he was faster and rougher than I'd be with you and, with Tommy, I'm pretty sure there were no fingers involved." She snickered. "Did it hurt?" "Yeah, it did a little, but only for a moment, then it wasn't too bad." "So, did you like it?" "Not really. I was way too scared my parents would come home and discover what we were doing." Jane remembered. "Are you glad you did it then?" Bob asked. "I'm not sure." Jane admitted. "I was probably too young, but it had to happen some time, I guess." "Do you think I'm too young?" Bob asked. "I mean... you know... you say I look like I'm about fifteen." Jane looked at Bob. "I think you're probably not ready for heterosexual intercourse with a guy." Jane considered. "But that's not exactly what's going on here, is it?" "Are we gay, Jane?" "What do you think?" "I don't know, exactly." Bob said after he though about it a moment. "I don't know either, Hon." Jane said. "I suspect some people might think we are." "I don't care what they might think... do you?" Bob decided. "If I did, I wouldn't be lying here right now." "Thank you." Bob said, kissing her again. "Do you want to try it?" Jane queried. Bob looked into her eyes and grinned widely. "It has to happen some time, I guess." Bob said, laughing. Stand by for Part IV