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Celeste sat in the passenger seat, looking out the window. She didn’t talk, didn’t look at me. We drove back to my house in silence.

Under other circumstances, I might have played music. Tonight, I didn’t want to be distracted in the dark. The wildlife was unused to cars on the roads, and nighttime driving was hazardous. I cracked the windows so that I could hear better and focused on driving.

We pulled up to my house about thirty minutes later. It might have only taken fifteen minutes in the past, but now, in the pitch black, with the roads slowly deteriorating, I took it slow.

I helped Celeste get her bicycle out of the car. 

“It'll be okay here by the back door,” I said. “Unless you want to put it in the barn.”

“This is good,” she said, not looking at me.

We went inside. It wasn’t cold, but I started a small fire in the fireplace. It would give some light and might make the girl more at ease.

“Would you like to sit and talk?” I asked.

“Sure,” she said, standing in the middle of the room.

I sat on the couch and patted the seat beside me.

Celeste sat down on the far end of the sofa, looking at the fire.

“You seem nervous,” I said.

She looked at me and laughed a high-pitched little laugh. “Yeah,” she said. “Just a little,”

“You look lovely,” I said.

I watched her blush, but she only said, “Thanks.”

“Well,” I said. “Why don’t I put on some music. Would you like that?”

“Oh, sure,” she said. 

I didn’t listen to music often, but I had collected a lot from the library and music stores. I put on some slow jazz, Michael Buble, and Diana Krall, and then went into my room to change and straighten up. It wasn’t messy, but I plumped the pillows and cleared away the dirty clothes.

When I came back into the living room, Celeste was browsing through my bookshelf.

“I can’t tell what you like to read,” she said. “There is a little of everything here.”

“I like to read everything.”

“Me too,” she said.

“You can borrow anything you like,” I said. “Especially since you’ll be practically living next door.”

She smiled, but still seemed hesitant to look directly at me.

I needed to break the ice between us.

“Celeste,” I said. “Would you like to dance?”

“What?” she asked, finally looking me in the eye, her eyes wide with surprise.

I held out my hand to her. “Dance with me?”

“Um,” she said. “I…”

“Don’t know how?” I asked. “Neither do I. Not really.”

“Oh,” she said, stepping closer. She stretched her arms out awkwardly.

I took her right hand in my left and guided her left hand to my shoulder. Her breath quickened when I put my right hand on the small of her back.

“Just follow my lead,” I murmured. She nodded, gulping almost audibly.

I moved in small steps, just slowly dancing with her. In this position, she couldn’t avoid my eyes for long. As we talked, I emphasized a point here and there by squeezing her hand or tapping on her back. 

Soon, she was smiling and giggling at my jokes. Our dance got closer until eventually, I could feel her breath on my chest where my shirt opened.

“Would you like some water?” I asked.

“Yes, please,” she said.

We separated, but I didn’t release her hand. Instead, I laced my fingers into hers and brought her with me into the kitchen. With my right hand, I filled two glasses with water from a clay pitcher.

Finally, I released her hand and gave one to her.

“Here,” I said, putting the glass in her right hand. “But wait.”

I took the other glass in my right hand and threaded it around hers. I felt a little silly. Celeste blushed as she and I drank with our arms wrapped around each others’ like newlyweds. We set our glasses down on the counter and looked at each other.

I took her hand and brought it to my lips, never taking my eyes off hers.

“Are you okay?” I asked her.

“Yes,” she said, her voice unsteady.

I kissed her hand again, then took her other one in mine and kissed it.

I kept her hands in mine and stepped in closer to her.

“May I kiss you?” I asked quietly, holding her gaze.

Her only reply was a nod.

I leaned down and brushed my lips over hers. Celeste’s lips were still cool from the water. Her eyes were closed, so I took another kiss, this one longer and deeper. She moaned against my mouth and gripped my hands tightly.

It was similar, but different, from kissing her mother earlier. Celeste was young and vibrant, while Cassie had been passionate and focused. They were both hesitant to start but warmed up quickly.

We kissed for several minutes. I eventually released her hands and slid mine around her waist. We swayed there, gently, her arms snaking around my neck and up to the back of my head.

Eventually, we walked, arms around each other, back into the living room. I let Celeste lead. She took us to the sofa, so I guided myself between her and it. I sat down and pulled her, laughing, down to my lap.

She wrapped an arm around my neck and leaned against my shoulder.

“Bruce,” she said, “I know what we have to do. I’m just not sure how to do it.”

“I know,” I said. “It’s ok.” I hugged her to me gently. “I want you to be comfortable and to enjoy yourself.”

“But we’re not married,” she said. “I know that we need to do it, and I want to do it, to be a mother. I’m just not sure if I should enjoy it.”

“Did you enjoy kissing me?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said, and even though she didn’t raise her head, I could hear the smile in her voice and feel it against my chest. I relaxed a little.

“The whole thing is like that,” I said. “Sex is fun. Don’t feel bad about that.”

She sighed, sitting there on my lap. It felt exquisite, being this close to a woman again. I could happily have spent the night in that position. I closed my eyes and relaxed, letting my head fall back onto the couch.

I’m not sure how long we sat like that. I may have even dozed off. I became aware of Celeste’s hand behind me playing with my hair, her other hand exploring my chest.

Again, I struggled not to make comparisons between mother and daughter. I had held Cassie to me in a similar fashion just hours ago. Thanks to her help, I wasn't devouring this young woman in a lust induced frenzy. I was excited to be sure but able to control myself.

“Can I take your hair down?” she asked, interrupting my inner musing.

“Sure,” I said.

She pulled the ponytail holder out and combed it with her fingers.

“I’ve never seen hair like yours,” she said. 

My hair was more coarse than it had been when it had color. It was also curlier than it had been. 

“It used to look a lot like Faith’s,” I said. “Dark and wavy. I kept it short, but let it grow long once when I was young.”

“I like it like this,” she said, leaning back to run her fingers through it. “It’s pretty.”

“Thank you,” I said. “Yours is beautiful.”

I was holding her around her waist with one hand. I ran my other through her hair as she was doing to mine.

“Oh my gosh!” she said. “That sends tingles up my spine!”

“Yes,” I said with a shiver. “Me too.”

She switched her gaze to my face.

“Your beard is growing back already,” she said.

“Yeah,” I said. “It grows more quickly than it used to. That’s why I usually just let it grow.”

“You look a lot younger without it,” she said innocently.

I smiled. “I know. That’s why I shaved it.”

“Are you going to keep it shaved?” she asked.

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes,” she said, glancing up to my eyes, and then gingerly touching my chin and caressing my cheeks.

“Daddy doesn’t have a beard at all,” she said, eyebrows furrowed.

“He used to,” I said. “When I knew your mom and dad before, he was a strong, man. He had a mustache even.”

She giggled, but then I saw her eyes glisten with tears.

“I’ve seen pictures,” she said wistfully. She let her fingers slide over my lips.

I let my hand move from her hair down her side and to her hip. She responded with a slight moan and leaned in and kissed my cheek, kissing her way to my ear.

Shivers ran up my spine. My ears had always been sensitive. I hadn’t been this aroused in decades. Or maybe just since this afternoon. It was getting hard to remember.

“Oh, Celeste,” I said. “That feels nice.”

“It does?” she said. She immediately started making out with my ear.

“Whoa!” I said. “Gently.”

She eased back up and again sent shivers up my spine.

“That’s...yes!” I said.

I slid my hand down from her hip to her knee and the bottom of her skirt. Finding bare skin, I went still lower down to her ankles and the tops of her sandals. Without looking, I slid her shoes off and gently massaged her feet, one at a time.

“Don’t tickle!” she said urgently as my fingers slid to the bottom of one foot.

“Oh, ticklish, are we?” I asked. “Good to know.”

“You wouldn’t?” she asked. 

“Not this time,” I said with a smile. “No promises about the future, though.”

She moaned in mock frustration and collapsed back onto my chest.

“Hey,” I said, getting her to turn and look at me. I kissed her gently but quickly.

“What would you like to do?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” she said, looking shy again.

“Want some choices?” I asked.

“Okay,” she said. 

“We could stay here by the fire and explore each other’s bodies and maybe eventually make love,” I said. Her breath rate increased, and her eyes were wide. 

“Let’s see,” I said. “I could fire up the generator and get the hot tub going.” 

“What’s a hot tub?” she asked. 

“Like a bathtub,” I said. “But built for multiple people. Plus, it has water jets that massage you.”

“That sounds cool,” she said guardedly.

“We could also just go into the bedroom, undress each other slowly, and begin an intimate knowledge of each other that way,” I said.

“Oh,” she said. She looked up at me. “You want to undress me?”

“Very much,” I said. “You’re beautiful, Celeste.”

Her gaze into my eyes was smokey and penetrating. I saw her eyes flash down to my mouth, and she leaned in and began kissing me again, hungrily this time.

She broke the kiss, chest heaving, both hands pushing against my chest.

“Not the hot tub,” she said. “Another time.”

“Okay,” I said, smiling. 

“Your beard is hurting my face, though,” she said. “Can I shave it for you?”

Nobody had ever asked to shave me before. I found the idea incredibly erotic.

“You may,” I said. “Provided I am allowed to undress you first.”

Celeste giggled and blushed. She collapsed onto my chest and curled up for a moment.

“Okay,” she said finally, so quietly that I might have missed it if I hadn’t been listening so intently.

“Okay,” I said in reply. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

We stood face to face. I had kicked my shoes off, so we were both barefoot. Celeste had on a pretty, flowered dress, and I had on khakis and a white silk shirt. She stood in front of me, looking into my eyes, shy but determined.

I reached out and stroked her cheek with the backs of my fingers. Closing her eyes, she pushed her cheek against my hand.

“Why don’t you take off my shirt to start with,” I said, unbuttoning the cuffs. “It will need to be off for you to shave me.”

She didn’t reply, but reached up and began undoing the buttons from the top of the shirt down over my chest and belly. Eventually, she got to the point where she had to tug it from the waistband of my khakis. She glanced up at me with a grin as she did this. She unbuttoned the last two buttons and ran her hands inside my shirt. She slid them up my chest and out over my shoulders. I caught my breath as she again caressed my shoulders and then slid the shirt down my arms. As it fell, I draped it over a chair beside me.

Celeste’s eyes were wide as her hands roamed over my chest, stomach, and arms.

“I’ve seen pictures in books and magazines,” she said. “I had no idea that men were really like this.”

“I didn’t use to be,” I said. “I was chubby when I used to know your mom. Hard work and no sweets, I think, is what did this for me.”

“But…” she said, not finishing the thought.

“Oh,” I said. “The hormones responsible for facial hair and baby-making are the same ones that give men bigger muscles. Apparently, your father lost the ability to make those. His muscles would have atrophied.”

“Oh,” she said. She moved her hands slowly from my shoulders down to my hands.

“You’re beautiful,” she said shyly.

I smiled. “I’m glad you think so.”

A little bolder now, she walked around me, trailing her fingers over the muscles of my back, abdomen, arms, and chest. I could see the color rising in her neck and face. She stopped in front of me.

“Your turn,” she whispered.

I leaned in and brushed my lips over hers, my hands on her hips. She started to clutch my shoulders, but I pulled back.

Her dress buttoned down the front. Like her, I started at the top, keeping my eyes locked on hers. As each button came undone in my hands, her breath caught, and her eyes narrowed. My hands slid between her modest breasts, and she let out a whimper. I felt my knuckles brush the lace of her bra as I moved my hands lower.

I untied a sash at the waist, and the dress fell loose. I slid it from her shoulders and slowly moved it downwards, revealing her body in slow motion. Only when her eyes closed and her head tilted to the side did I allow my gaze to drift down her body, taking in her lovely form.

“Oh, Celeste,” I whispered as the curve of her hips was revealed. She reached up with one hand and clasped my upper arm with a small cry. 

I continued to move the dress down her legs. I held her elbow as she stepped out of it, clad only in bra and panties. Her whole body, it seemed, was blushing, but I wasn’t done. I touched her face and allowed my fingers to trail down her neck to her chest and linger there. I caressed the tops of her breasts, enjoying her pleasure as much as the feel of her young body.

“Turn around,” I murmured.

She watched me as she turned, keeping me in her peripheral vision as her body faced away. I stepped in and laid my hands on her shoulders, leaned forward and kissed her ear, and slowly slid my hands down her arms.

I moved my hands to her waist then used the backs of my fingers to caress her flesh on my way up. I crossed the thin band of her bra and traveled up under her hair to her shoulders. I slowly gathered her hair together and draped it over her shoulder to the front of her chest.

“Your ears are irresistible,” I murmured as I nibbled there again.

She giggled and shrugged her shoulders, pretending to try to avoid my lips. She reached back over her head and ran her fingers through my hair again.

“Bruce,” she whispered. “I love what you’re doing to me.”

“I love doing it to you,” I whispered into her ear.

I slid my hands down her back and to the band of her bra. Her breath caught, and her grip on my head tightened. I unfastened the two tiny hooks as I nibbled and sucked her earlobe.

Celeste’s back arched and she moaned as my hands slid from the middle of her back, over her shoulders underneath the straps of her bra. I had my eyes closed, but I heard her whimper as I felt her breasts fall free of the material. I slid the straps off her shoulders and down her arms.

“Oh,” she whispered.

With the garment gone, she wrapped her arms around my head again. I opened my eyes and looked down at her lovely, young bosom, arcing out from her chest, coming to hard little points.

My fingers flitted down her arms, across her sensitive armpits, down her sides and eventually around to her belly in front. I rested my hands flat against her tummy for a moment, then slid them up, very lightly cupping her breasts from below, and finally up and over her nipples.

“Ahhh!” she cried. “Oh my...Bruce!”

I chuckled, and she turned in my arms, kissing me hard and mashing her firm breasts against my bare chest.

When she broke the kiss, she leaned into my shoulder and clutched me around the waist.

“I’ve never felt this before,” she gasped.

“No,” I said. “And we’re just getting started.”

“Oh my!” she said. “I’m not sure if I can do this.”

“You’re doing fine,” I said, smiling. She pulled back and looked at me again, a hesitant smile on her lips.

When she pulled back, she revealed her breasts to me. I looked down and feasted my eyes on them.

My hands wrapped around her waist, and I squatted in front of her. On my way down, I kissed the tip of each breast and caressed each one with my tongue.

Almost reluctantly, I went down to my knees, my hands on her hips, and started sliding her panties down. Her hands reflexively went to my own to stop me from removing this last barrier to her modesty.

“It’s okay,” I said. 

“But, no one’s ever seen me there,” she said.

“I know,” I said. “But I want to.”

“But,” she whimpered, trying to compromise, “isn’t there another way?”

“Another way?” I asked.

“I mean, like, in the dark, or anything besides...you looking right at me?” she said quickly.

“You’re just nervous,” I said. “We’re taught to hide our bodies and be ashamed of them.”

As I talked, I slid my hands down, my eyes on hers.

“Your body is beautiful, Celeste,” I said. “All of it.”

My hands were level with the bottom of her pudenda. She closed her eyes and slid her feet apart, just enough to allow the panties to slip free. I dropped my gaze to her center and gasped at the sight before me.

Her panties pulled free, and I guided them down her legs. The girl put her hands on my shoulders and stepped, one foot at a time, out of them.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her pussy. The hair was a light blond, lighter than the hair on her head, sparse but long. Her outer lips were swollen and puffy. When she had opened her feet, they had parted and allowed her inner lips to blossom. I could see them peeking out like the bud of a flower opening.

I couldn’t help myself. With my hands on her hips, I leaned forward and kissed her there. She cried out in surprise and clutched my head.

I pulled back slightly and looked up into her face. Her shoulders hunched forward, but her head was thrown back her mouth open.

Celeste's oral pleasure would have to wait. I had another plan, but I leaned in for one more taste. I kissed her lips, moaned into them, and then began kissing my way up the girl’s body.

I moved slowly up her belly, between her breasts, up her neck, and finally recaptured her mouth. She was moaning, and occasionally her slight body would convulse.

I held her in my arms; my hard, tight crotch pressed into her lovely, blonde pussy. I pulled back slightly and looked into her face. Slowly she opened her eyes. I could see the surprise and wonder there as she sagged in my arms.

“What are you… Um… I mean… Don't stop!” she said, pulling on my shoulders and bringing her mouth to mine.

I kissed her lightly but soon pulled back again.

“Bruce!” she said exasperation in her voice. “Please don’t tease me!”

“I’m not, sweetie,” I said. “But you wanted to shave me. Remember?”

“Aargh!” she said. “Where’s the razor?”

She squirmed out of my arms and began slamming things around, apparently eager to get back to the fun stuff. I caught her hands in mine.

“Easy, my sweet,” I said. “That’s no way to begin a delicate procedure like shaving a man’s face.”

She looked down and took a long, deep breath.

“I know,” she said after a moment. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

I reached down and cupped one cheek of her lovely ass in my left hand. 

“You are forgiven,” I said, leaning in to nip her earlobe. “Now, let me help you.”

When I shaved, I used a mug and brush for the lather. I always had, even before people got sick. Tonight, though, I wanted to feel this vixen’s hands on my face. I gave her the soap and showed her how to work the tap to let rainwater into the sink.

“You use two razors?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said, laying them out for her. 

“Why two?” she asked.

“The first one,” I pointed to a blue handled razor “is used ‘with the grain.'” I showed her how the hairs usually pointed down the body and that the first shave should go with them.

“The second razor,” I said, pointing to the red one, “goes against the grain.” 

“Why not use the same one?” she asked.

“Even though the first one does most of the work, the second one wears out faster. It’s the one that makes my skin smooth, and I change it more often.”

She looked at me like I was speaking another language. “Are...I mean...were all men this picky about shaving?”

“No,” I said. “But not many men enjoyed it. You’ll learn later why a lot of women preferred their men to have beards.”

“Why?” she asked. “Tell me!”

“No,” I said. “You have to tell me.”

Celeste pouted but immediately began lathering her hands.

“Come here then,” she said, reaching for my face.

“Just a second,” I said. I touched her left nipple gently with my right index finger, kissed her lightly on the mouth, and then ran to the kitchen to get a chair. When I returned with it, I found Celeste admiring herself in the mirror.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said, rewetting her hands as I sat down.

She smoothed her hands over my face, and I closed my eyes. The broad expanse of her fingers trailed over my cheeks. Her fingertips worked my top lip under my nose. She used the backs of her fingers under my chin, and finally, my lower face was covered in soap. 

She rinsed her hands and picked up the blue razor.

“With the grain?” she asked. 

“Yes.”

She began dragging the razor down my face very slowly. 

“Be careful not to slide it sideways,” I said. “It will cut me.”

“I know,” she said. It was then that I realized that she had no leg or armpit hair.

“Do you always shave?” I asked.

“No,” she said absently, obviously concentrating. “I did last night. You said that we were going swimming so Faith and I thought that it would be a good idea.”

Your mom, too, I thought but didn't say anything out loud.

She was leaning in close to me. I could feel her breath on my face as she talked and was mesmerized by the slight jiggling of her breasts as her arms moved. Her knees brushed my legs as she maneuvered around my body.

I closed my eyes and reveled in the sensations.

“You’re not going to sleep, are you?” she asked with a devilish grin. “Don’t we have plans later?”

“Yes, we do,” I said. “I’m getting a head start on them by imagining the things I’m going to do to you.”

She smiled at that but didn’t look me in the eye. I could tell that she was beginning to be comfortable being naked around me.

She leaned behind me to rinse off the razor and begin working on my left side. As she straightened up, I pulled her down onto my lap.

‘Hey!” she protested.

“Can’t you work from this angle?” I asked.

“I don’t… Maybe,” she said, leaning in and brushing her nipples against my chest.

She began scraping the tool over my face, pressing her breasts into my chest hard when she leaned over to rinse the razor.

“Raise your chin,” she said. 

I pointed my chin to the ceiling and allowed her to shave the delicate skin there. She was very gentle.

Finally, she stood up, lathered her hands again, and re-lathered my face. Taking the other razor, she faced me squarely and stepped around, straddling me as I sat on the kitchen chair. She sat on my lap, and I thought that I might have died and gone to heaven.

She leaned in and kissed me delicately, avoiding the soapy lather. 

“Much better,” she said, pressing her pussy against my crotch. I saw her eyelids flicker as she did that, but she quickly regained focus.

She began shaving upwards now, pulling the skin tight with her other hand. I could tell that she was working hard to sit on my lap in this position, so I moved my hands around to hold onto her lovely ass, freeing her to spend all of her attention on shaving.

“Thanks,” she said.

“Don’t mention it,” I said, allowing my fingers to slide into the crack there and massage her twin buns.

Her deep sigh was the only indication that she felt anything. She kept shaving and rinsing and checking the feel of my face to make sure that she had all of the stubble.

Finally, she was finished. She stood up and took a washcloth, wet it from the faucet, and rinsed my face. I showed her the witch hazel and asked her to splash some on my face after she dried it.

I felt a mild stinging behind the curve of my jaw, but otherwise, she had done an excellent job.

“Well done,” I said to her, patting her bottom again.

She leaned up and kissed my cheek.

“Mmm!” she said. “Soft and smooth!”

We went out to the kitchen to get another glass of water. Celeste was stark naked, but I was still wearing my khakis.  We stood by the sink and drank cold water from the well. I pulled a pitcher to take into the bedroom with us and handed it to Celeste.

“Do you mind carrying this?” I asked.

“Er, no,” she said, taking the pitcher.

Once she did, I reached down and scooped the girl up into my arms. She shrieked and splashed water over both of us. 

I laughed as she tried to wipe the cold water from her breasts and keep from spilling any more. I set her down beside the bed. She put the pitcher and glass down on the nightstand.

I took a blanket off the end of the bed and dried her breasts, and then I  leaned down to kiss the damp areas.

“Better?” I asked.

“Nearly,” she said, a mock pout on her face.

I kissed her nipples, taking the time to caress each one with my lips and tongue.

“How about now?” I asked.

“Nearly,” she said grinning.

I knelt before her, wrapping my arms around both her legs, trapping them closed, and leaned in to kiss the lovely patch of fur there.

“Oh! Bruce!” she cried as she held onto my head for balance. She was unintentionally pulling me tighter into her core. I burrowed in further, finding and nibbling on her lips.

“That’s so… Naughty,” she breathed.

I looked up at her chuckling. 

“I haven't started being naughty yet, sweetheart,” I said. I reached down and pulled up on the backs of her calves, causing her to tumble back onto the bed. She cried out in surprise.

I lifted her legs and spread her knees. I slid up and began kissing my way from her toes up her legs. I loved the tops of her feet and her ankles. They were lovely. Every so often, I looked up at her face. Sometimes her eyes were closed; other times, she was looking back at me. I could see both excitement and fear in her eyes. Did she know what I was planning?

I soon made my way up between the girl’s thighs. Her breathing got faster the higher I went. I could see the tension building in her stomach; it quivered and tensed as she grunted and gave little cries of excitement.

“Let your knees fall to the sides,” I murmured.

“Oh, Bruce,” she cooed. “What are you doing?”

“It’s called ‘cunnilingus,'” I said. “I used to be fairly good at it. I’m out of practice.”

“I think you’re marvelous at it,” she said eagerly, “but I’m not sure we should be doing it.”

“Why?” I asked, smiling.

“It won’t help me get pregnant, will it?” she asked.

“Not directly,” I said. “But when you enjoy sex and have lots of orgasms, it conditions your womb for healthy childbearing.”

I didn’t know that for sure, but it made sense to me. I leaned in and gently kissed her outer lips. As she let her knees fall farther apart, her inner lips reappeared, glistening with her juices. I could smell her excitement and readiness.

Leaning in, I licked from the bottom of her slit to the top, slowly, without losing contact with her pussy. As my tongue passed her entrance, she began a high-pitched groan that lowered in pitch as I moved higher. When I finally brushed my pointed tongue over her clit, she made a curious, sharp, barking sound. Smiling, I wrapped my lips around the nub, brushing it back and forth with my tongue.

“Oh. My. Gosh!” she yelled. “Bruce!”

I looked up, and her eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling.

“Hmm?” I hummed against her clit.

She sat up in a wave that started with her pelvis tilting down and moved up her spine, ending with her head snapping forward. She grabbed my head and forced my face harder into her lovely cunt. Her young legs wrapped themselves around my back, and she humped my face.

“Oh, Bruce!” she called, over and over. She was moving against my mouth so fast that her body was almost vibrating. Finally, she squealed and fell over backward, her pelvis still slowly undulating, her arms flung wide, fingers digging into the comforter over and over like a cat with its favorite cushion.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she whimpered as I gently kissed her outer lips as her legs slowly relaxed.

I stood up and sat on the edge of the bed, leaned over on one elbow, and massaged her lovely belly. She didn’t open her eyes, but I could see her mouth move as she tried to speak.

“Never…’ she said. “I’ve...never….”

“Have you masturbated before?” I asked. 

She sighed and whispered, “Yes.”

“But you’ve never had an orgasm?” I asked.

“Not like that,” she said, starting to recover her voice.

“That was spectacular for your first one,” I said. “Now, though, it’s time for something completely different.”

She looked at me, eyes widening as I stood up. I reached out to her, took her hands, and pulled her to a sitting position.

I brought her hands to the waist of my khakis and left them there. I was going to enjoy getting the damn things off. 

“Okay,” she murmured as she set about unbuttoning them.

Even though I didn’t wear them often in the summer, the khakis were still well worn and broken in. She unbuttoned them in a flash and pulled the zipper down. I was wearing white silk boxers that I had found in a high-end store in the mall one day. I had taken them on a whim, and this was the first time that I had ever worn them.

Celeste tugged my trousers down over my hips, and they slid easily over the boxers. My cock was pointing down my leg and became ridiculously pronounced as the khakis pooled around my knees and ankles. Her gaze was fixed on my erection as I pulled one foot and then the other from the tangled trousers.

She knelt there, sitting on her heels, eyes fixed on my crotch, as I set them aside. I let her look for several heartbeats. Finally, she glanced up at me.

“Okay?” I asked. She nodded.

Standing up on her knees, she reached for the elastic waist of the boxers and began sliding them down, excruciatingly slowly. Her eyes widened as the darker bush of my pubic hair came into view, and she gasped when she saw the base of my cock.

She slid them down slowly, revealing more and more of my cock. She stared as if hypnotized. When she was nearing the head, she stopped and took a breath. She glanced up at me, and I tried to give her an encouraging smile. 

Celeste slid the waistband down another inch, and my cock sprang free. It pointed straight at her nose and bobbed gently.

“Oh!” she said. I chuckled, causing him to bounce wildly.

No longer interested in my boxers, she slid them to my ankles and left them there for me to deal with.

“That’s your penis,” she said, still gazing at it and speaking matter-of-factly.

“Yes,” I said.

“It seems,” she hesitated, “happy.”

Again I laughed. 

“He is glad to be free of his prison,” I said. “I don’t usually wear much in the summer, and he is used to being free.”

“May I touch him?” she asked, glancing up.

“I wish you would,” I said with a smile.

“How does it work?” she asked, reaching out gingerly with an index finger.

“Um…” I said, unsure where to begin. She touched my cock, pushed it down and released it, allowing it to bob up and down again.

“How much have your parents told you about sex?” I asked. She began running her fingers very lightly up and down the shaft.

“It’s very soft,” she said. She glanced up at me again and then back down to the job at hand. “I know how babies are made. You will put that into my vagina, and it will release sperm, which will combine with my egg, which will grow into a baby.”

“Yes,” I said.

She flashed me a smile and gently reached for my balls.

“Carefully,” I said. “Those are much more fragile.”

“Are they?” she murmured. She stroked them tenderly, weighed them in her hand, and then moved back up to my cock.

“But I still don’t know how it works,” she said. “How do I make the sperm come out?”

“Well, there’s no magic button or anything,” I said with a smile. “The sperm comes out when I have an orgasm. Just like yours, mine is triggered by feeling good.”

“I have to make him feel good before he’ll make sperm?” she asked. 

“Before he’ll release it, yes,” I said. “The testicles below actually make the sperm.”

She took a deep breath.

Looking at my cock, Celeste slowly wrapped her fingers around it. She held it and moved her head around, viewing it from all angles.

“I thought that it would be kind of ugly,” she said. “It’s not!” she added quickly, looking up into my face. She glanced back down. “He’s really...quite attractive.”

Leaning in, she touched me to her cheek. I nearly lost it. She looked so innocent, kneeling there and exploring my member. I was more excited than I could ever remember being. 

“You can kiss it if you would like,” I said, breathing hard. “Lots of women like that.”

“Kiss it?” she asked. She turned her head into it, obviously liking the feel of it against her skin. She planted a kiss on the side and then moved up to the tip, kissing as she went.

“Oh my god,” I said, shudders running up my spine.

“Is it okay?” she asked.

“Oh, Celeste,” I said. “It’s so far beyond ‘okay’ that I can’t even tell you. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

She held my dick in her fist and moved it down like she was shifting a sports car. She kissed over the top and back around to the bottom. I moaned and whispered for her to be gentle.

She kissed around the ridge of the spongy head, smiling at my incoherent noises. Finally, she decided to use her tongue, wrapping it under and around my cock as if she had been doing it forever.

“Oh god,” I said. “Look out!”

I wrapped my hand around hers and pumped my cock with her hand. I almost had enough time to aim it at her chest before it started. I shot rope after rope of cum on the girl’s neck and chest, growling and lunging into her hand. Her eyes were wide, but she didn’t try to get away, didn’t try to take her hand back.

After an eternity, the top of my head came back, and my knees buckled. I released Celeste’s hand and stumbled to the edge of the bed. She sat there on the floor, a stunned look on her face. A string of cum still connected my cock and her left breast. 

“Sweetheart,” I said, my voice a dull rasp. She turned to look at me.

“I’m sorry, honey,” I said. “I haven’t gone off that fast in a long time.”

“What did I do wrong?” she asked, her lip quivering. 

“Nothing!” I said. “You were so good that I couldn’t hold it back. You were too sexy; that’s all.”

A tear ran down her face, and she looked down at her chest.

“It’s all over me,” she said, still seeming stunned.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” I said. “It’s harmless.”

She looked up at me and cocked an eyebrow with her head tilted to the side. 

“You know what I mean,” I said. “Let me kick on the generator, and we’ll hop in the shower.” 

I stood, lifted the girl up, and sat her on the bed. I kissed her and ran out of the room to start the generator for the water heater. The backup well under the house would kick in if we used all of the water from the cistern. I didn’t plan to be conservative with this young beauty in the shower with me.

I checked on the dogs while I was out there. I fed them a little bit and let Biscuit come inside. He immediately went in search of Celeste, whom he knew was in the house. I let him have a minute with her while I sliced some cheese and opened a bottle of wine.

I didn’t drink very often, but I thought that it might be fun for Celeste. I doubted if her parents ever let her drink and felt that it might help her relax later in bed. I had no idea if her first time would be painful or not, and I wanted to make things as easy as possible.

I came back into the room, sat down, and put the tray between us. I set the bottle and glasses on the nightstand. 

“Have you ever had cheese and wine?” I asked. I noticed that there was no cum on her chest. I looked at the dog. Surely not, I thought.

“I cleaned it off,” she said. “When you were outside.”

“Oh, good,” I said. My relief was overwhelming. 

I poured two glasses of wine while she rubbed the dog’s ears. 

“Here,” I said. “Take a sip after a bite of cheese.”

It was just a simple sharp cheddar from Wisconsin and a California Cabernet. I liked the way the flavors complemented each other, and I had a lot of both from various stores. 

“I don’t know,” she said. “Mom and Dad never drink.”

“You don’t have to,” I said. “I don’t want to get drunk, but it might help you relax for later.”

“Later?” she asked.

“When we make love,” I said.

“Really?” she said excitedly. “I thought we would have to wait for a long time.”

I looked down. No signs of life yet, but with this beauty in front of me, it wouldn’t be long.

“No,” I said. “Not long. I’m no teenager, but you’ll get at least one more out of me tonight. Maybe more.”

Celeste took the glass, cautiously. She nibbled on a piece of cheese and took the barest sip of the wine.

“Um!” she said. “That’s weird, but not bad.” Taking a bigger sip, she nodded.

We sat there for twenty minutes or so while the water heated. We chatted, and she petted Biscuit, who seemed to be as taken with the girl as I was. I watched her as she talked to the dog and kissed his head. The way her young breasts wiggled and danced entranced me. I felt blood returning to my cock. By the time the shower was ready, I was at half-mast.

“He’s coming back to me,” Celeste said as we stood.

I wrapped my hand around her head and pulled her to me. As we kissed, I returned to full hardness, right between her legs. 

“Oh!” she said into my mouth as I began moving back and forth, gently massaging her vulva with my cock.

“Let’s get that shower,” I said.

“Unh,” she murmured, sounding disappointed.

We took a long hot, sexy shower together. I washed her thoroughly but gently, and she did the same for me. Then we stood under the hot spray and kissed. It was delicious, and I felt like a kid again.

When I noticed that her fingers were wrinkling up, I turned off the water and got some towels. We dried each other's hair, and then I toweled her off and sent her into the bedroom while I dried myself quickly.

I dashed outside, shut off the generator, and came back inside, locking and checking all of the doors and windows. I had shutters on all of the windows that I had closed and locked earlier. I checked all of them now.

By the time I made my way back to Celeste, she was under the covers, asleep with Biscuit curled up at her feet. I sighed, blew out the candles and oil lamps, and crawled into bed behind her. I spooned there with the lovely young woman for a long time, just thinking. At first, I thought about how much I missed my wife. With any luck, I wouldn’t be sleeping alone much for a while to come. Between Cassie and her two older daughters, I looked to be having plenty of company, hopefully even after they were pregnant.

Unless we found other people, these lovely women would keep me company for a long time to come. It wouldn’t be the same as having a wife, but it would be good.