I was surprised. "I thought you wanted to hold off until
our wedding."

Alison leaned back against the couch cushion and sighed.
"Eric, I love you. Isn't that enough?"

"But why the change?" I asked, enjoying looking at her
despite the serious subject. She was a tiny girl, barely five
feet tall and quite thin. She was also beautiful, and she knew
it. She looked good in almost anything she wore, and right
now, she was wearing a red strapless spandex minidress, the
type that looks incredible on the perfect body and incredibly
tacky on anything less.

"Do I need a reason?"

"No, but I don't want you to feel guilty about it later
on. You had plenty of reasons when you told me that you wanted
to stay a virgin, and they seemed pretty good reasons."

"OK," she said, and then paused to draw a deep breath.
"Here it is. Ever since you proposed to me, I've been nervous
about how big you are. I mean, you're more than a foot taller
and close to twice my weight. I figure if we can figure out
how to make love, there's nothing wrong with doing it because
I really do want to marry you; if we can't manage it though,
it's better to learn that now than later. OK?"

"OK," I said, sighing.

"Now what's wrong?" she asked, and then laughed. "Boy,
we've sure killed cupid tonight. Come on, let's take a walk
and see if there are any fireflies left out there."

Her apartment was across the street from the park, and
earlier in the summer, we'd sat there for hours watching
fireflies while we talked about getting married. At the peak
of the season, the fireflies along the creek in the park had
been as good as a fireworks display.

After she slipped on her sandals and led me to the door,
we walked hand in hand out into the park. It was a clear
August night, with only one or two fireflies high in the cool
but humid air and the sound of crickets and katydids providing
a constant quiet background. The fireflies flashed their
lights slowly while we walked through the park, and after a
while, she put her arm around my waist and I rested my hand on
her bare shoulder.

"So," she said, speaking quietly as we walked slowly back
towards her apartment. "Do you want to make love? I've been on
the pill for two months now, if that's any help."

"OK," I said.

She pulled away from me and looked sternly at me as we
stood under one of the lamps along the walk. "OK's a nasty way
of saying yes; it can mean you passively accept the idea, or
it can mean you're willing to actively participate. Which is
it?"

"Want to do it here or in your apartment," I said,
suppressing a nervous laugh with a lame joke.

She laughed lightly and began to pull up the tightly
clinging hem of her dress.

"Hey!" I said. I could make out a wisp of exposed pubic
hair in the dim light. "I was only joking."

She giggled and turned to walk briskly back towards her
apartment. "I know," she said, looking back over her shoulder.
"Come on, though, let's do it."

I followed her back to her apartment, my eyes locked on
her fanny as her dress slipped slowly back into place. I
didn't say anything until we got back to the apartment, but I
was surprised and excited by what I saw. Alison had always
liked to wear very sexy clothes, but I'd never imagined that
she'd go out without underpants.

When we were safely back inside, my curiosity won out.
"Alison? Do you usually go out with no underwear under your
skirts?"

"Sometimes," she said, straightening her hemline as she
stood in front of me. "With this kind of dress, you really
can't wear anything under it except pantyhose because it shows
through, you know, panty lines. Pantyhose is OK when it's cold
out, but in this kind of weather, I'd rather do without."

She paused, looking thoughtful, and then grinned. "Does
it turn you on to know that I'm not wearing anything under my
dress?"

"I guess it does," I said, looking at her.

She hugged me, and I bent down to kiss her, sliding my
hands down over her bare shoulders and onto the tight elastic
fabric covering her back.

She pulled herself against me, and then stepped back.
"Let me undress you," she said, fingering my shirt. "I've
thought about this quite a bit, I talked to some good friends
at work, and I've read a few books. Girls usually have a
harder time getting used to guys bodies than the other way
around, and it's time I got used to yours."

"OK," I said, feeling a bit nervous.

I expected Alison to start with my T-shirt, but she went
straight for my shorts, unzipping the fly and then undoing the
button at the waist that held them up. The feel of her hands
on me was at the same time familiar and new. We'd held each
other many times as we hugged and kissed, but we'd never
gotten under each others' clothes, and we'd avoided touching
each other in ways that could only lead to frustration. Now,
the rules had changed and she was touching me as she'd never
touched me before.

"The red briefs are cute," she said, giggling slightly.
"I always thought you'd go in for white Jockey shorts." Do you
always bulge like that? Do you mind if I touch it?"

"Go ahead," I said, feeling a bit nervous about her
reaction.

She slid her hand gently over the bulge in my briefs,
then began to pull them down. Her touch was exciting, but I
was nervous. I knew she'd never seen a man's erect penis,
she'd told me that, and I wondered how she'd react to mine.

"Wow," she said, pausing to look at my penis. "It's big.
Sit down, will you? I've got some studying to do; you may as
well get comfortable while I do it."

After I sat, she took off my sandals and finished pulling
off my shorts and briefs, then returned her focus to my penis,
kneeling in front of me while she inspected it. It was only
half-erect, but her soft touch as she gently lifted it with
her fingers was enough to remedy that. She touched the tip,
then ran a finger gently around the head.

"From what I read, this should be nice," she said,
tickling the underside just behind the head.

It was, and the growth in my penis eliminated any need to
tell her so. She giggled at it, then sniffed her fingers. I
was very erect and I wanted more. At the same time, I was a
bit embarrassed; I'd fooled around with other girls, but
always in the dark, and never with anyone who was so openly
curious.

"I want to try something," she said, looking intently at
my penis. "Relax, will you? I've read about this ..."

Before I could react, she kissed the tip of my penis,
then took it into her mouth. I didn't expect that, and I half
wanted her to stop. My penis looked so large as it passed
between her lips, and she was so small. It felt good, though;
her lips slid a ways down the shaft of my penis as she
alternately sucked with her tongue and blew a bit of air
around the shaft.

I was startled enough that, for a moment at least, my
penis softened. She clearly wanted to excite me, though, and
as she continued, I slowly relaxed and began to enjoy it. I'd
heard about girls doing this, but I'd never dared imagine that
I'd enjoy it or that Alison would want to do it.

I looked down at her small body in wonder as she knelt
between my thighs. She was so small and so thin that it was
hard for me to believe that she could take my immense penis
into her mouth, but she did it. I could see her do it, I could
feel her do it, and it was wonderful. Part of me felt
embarrassed; this was a gross thing she was doing, but that
part grew weaker and weaker as my excitement mounted.

I tried to hold still, but the soft warmth of her mouth
sliding over my penis was too much, and eventually, I lost
control and thrust my hips at her as she slid her lips down
over my penis. She pulled back briefly, surprised, then
plunged herself even farther down the shaft of my penis,
hugging my hips with her arms as her lips brushed my pubic
hair.

I ran my fingers through her hair, not knowing what to do
with my hands, and then, without willing it, I felt myself
pulling her head to me as she slid my penis into her mouth. I
was almost shocked. How could she stand to do what she was
doing?

The pressure in my penis was focused into a sharp pain. I
didn't want to come, I was sure it would gross her out, and I
didn't want that. With each stroke, the pain between my legs
grew sharper, and I knew that I was losing control.

I tried to hold back, but it was futile. She slid slowly
away from me, and I could feel her swallowing and then blowing
air past my penis. It was too much. I came. She pulled back in
surprise, and then swallowed as I thrust myself deeply into
her. I groaned in involuntary ecstacy, pushing, holding her
head tightly with my hands as she swallowed again and again.

With each swallow, the sensation was overwhelming, and
for a moment, I wondered if it would ever stop. It did, of
course, and when I was done, she continued to suck on my
penis, gently mouthing it as it shrank. I'd always thought of
her as a beautiful but prim girl, and as I recovered from what
she'd just done, the sight of her with her head between my
thighs was disquieting.

"I did it," she said, smiling as she finally pulled free
and looked up at me.

"But why?" I asked, still feeling dazed by what she'd
done.

"I figured that if I could do that, I could do
anything," she said. "Does it bother you?"

"No," I said, "but I'm incredibly surprised."

"Did you like it?"

"Well," I said, trying to collect myself. "Yes, I guess I
did."

She hugged me tightly, then kissed me full on the mouth.
I balked at the taste of my semin in her mouth. It was strong,
but the passion of her kiss won out and I ended up returing
her kiss enthusiastically.

"You asked me why I did it," she said, speaking seriously
after she broke the kiss. "I guess there are a few reasons.
I've been pretty inhibited sexually, up to now, and I don't
want to be inhibited after I get married, that's no good for
either of us. I figured that the best way to put my
inhibitions to rest was to go all the way, to do something
extreme. It's the same way I got over my inhibitions about the
way I dressed, you know."

"What do you mean?"

"I used to be a bit of a prude when it came to clothing,
back a few years before I met you. I didn't think I was
pretty, and I didn't think it would be right for me to wear
sexy clothes even though I didn't see anything really wrong
with other women dressing that way. Then one day it hit me
that guys were ignoring me because I was deliberately trying
to be ignored, so after working up some courage, I decided to
be pretty. I went out and bought myself a skimpy little dress,
stood up straight, and it surprised me how quickly I got over
feeling self-conscious."

"You're something," I said. "I don't know if I could do
that."

"I wasn't sure I could do it myself," she said, and then
drew a deep breath. "Now that I've done it, though ..." She
trailed off.

It took me a moment before I realized that she was
talking about oral sex and not clothing. "Did you like it? Are
you satisfied?" I asked once I understood.

"Actually," she said, and then paused, "actually, it was
better than I expected, but no, I'm not satisfied. You've had
your orgasm, now it's my turn." She looked critically at me.
"You look funny wearing a T-shirt and nothing else, so take it
off, then it's your turn to undress me and get to know my body
the way I've gotten to know you."

I hesitated for a moment, and then knelt to do as she
said. As I pulled her dress down off her small breasts, I
admired the way her nipples stood out, above and to the side
of where I expected them. I paused, looking at them, and she
grinned shyly.

"Like them?"

"Yes. I like the way they stand up, but with a strapless
dress like this, don't you have trouble keeping them
covered?"

Her grin broadened. "Yup, the first few strapless dresses
I tried were pretty indecent."

"I'd have liked to see you in them," I said, and then
continued to slip the dress down off her small body. As I slid
the dress off her hips and exposed her pubic hair, I wondered
again what she wanted. Did she really want me to perform oral
sex with her the way she'd done with me? It was hard for me to
imagine her wanting that, but I couldn't think of anything
else.

"You're really something," I said, looking at her as she
stood there. I was trying to buy time. She really was
beautiful. Her breasts were small, but very good to look at,
with firm brown nipples standing out from the center of each.
Her slim waist made her small breasts look ample, and
everything else was in proportion.

She returned my complement by pulling my head down for a
gentle kiss. As I returned the kiss, she pressed herself
against me, breasts against my chest, hips against my belly,
and thighs against my still damp penis. I felt very
self-conscious, and I guess she noticed because she pulled
away and looked sternly in my face.

"Have you done any reading, about sex, you know, to help
get ready for marriage?"

"No," I said, flustered.

"Why not?" she asked, and then frowned. "I'm sorry, you
don't have to answer that, I don't want to put you on the
spot. I think it might have helped, though." She paused and
took a deep breath, making her breasts rise. "I guess I'll
have to tell you what I've imagined would turn me on. After
what I've read and after trying what I've tried, I imagine
that it would feel neat to have you kiss me all over, from
fingers to toes, from my forehead down my body, and then kiss
my nipples, first gently and then sucking hard on them. After
that, I'd like to feel your lips down there between my legs.
I'd like you to eat me, if you don't mind my sounding
vulgar."

I did mind, I was shocked by her use of the phrase and
surprised that she'd want me to do something like that to her.
At the same time, the idea of kissing her from head to toes
was exciting and even romantic. I kissed her gently on the
lips, and then she pulled me back with her as she sat on the
couch. I kissed her cheeks, and then kissed my way down her
neck. She gasped as I kissed her under the jaw, and then began
to relax as I kissed my way down her arm to her hand and then
back up her arm and across her chest to her other arm.

It was fun, and her reaction was fun. She became totally
relaxed as I kissed my way over her body, and as I kissed my
way down her side, she ran her hands through my hair and over
my back, gently guiding me as I kissed. Her skin was soft and
warm under my lips, and she tasted nice.

I reached her thigh, then kissed my way down to her foot,
but when I kissed my way back up to her belly, her hands drew
me up to her breasts instead of guiding me down her other leg.
Her breasts were softer than I expected. Soft and round, each
with a hard nub of nipple slightly above center and off to the
side. As I kissed her nipples, I heard her breath catch, and
she held my head tighter, hugging me to her.

I kissed her nipples in turn, and the harder I kissed,
the more she reacted, until she was moaning quietly as she
hugged my head tightly to her breast. Her thighs parted under
me, and then she thrust her hips against my belly and pushed
my head downward off her breast.

Up to that point, I'd been enjoying what I was doing. It
was fun exploring her body, but in a way, I felt a bit
clinical. As she became aroused, though, I felt an echo of her
arousal. My penis grew heavy between my legs, just heavy
enough to draw attention to itself, not stiff, and I was no
longer involved in a mere intellectual effort.

Her hands pushed my lips towards her crotch, and as I
came closer, I could smell her. I half expected a urine smell,
but wasn't that, it was musky. She spread her legs wider as my
lips neared her crotch, and when I dodged to the side to kiss
the inside of her thigh, she spread them even wider.

It's odd, even though I'd touched girls with my hands
before, I half expected the bulge of a penis as she drove my
lips up her thigh. I found hair, and then the parting of the
lips of her vagina. I hesitated there, smelling her strong
musk, not sure I was ready to actually touch her there with my
lips or tongue.

"Please!" she whispered, gently drawing my head to her
with her hands.

I brushed her with my lips, feeling the slightly moist
softness of her skin, and then I tentatively touched her with
my tongue. She tasted a bit salty, but not bad, and I began
exploring. There was a ridge between the lips of her vagina,
and as I touched it, she moaned. Down towards her bottom, the
ridge split into what must be her inner lips. I probed with my
tongue, and then kissed my way up until my nose was in her
pubic hair.

"Yes!" she whispered, twining my hair in her fingers.

Her hips began to buck under me, she drove my lips
against her, and then she groaned deep in her throat like
nothing I've ever heard before. It was exciting! It was one
thing to imagine a woman being sexually excited, but quite
another thing to feel responsible for it. I wanted to keep her
excited, I licked, I kissed, and I sucked on the swolen ridge
between her lips, and then she clamped her thighs tightly
around my head, pinning me against her.

After a long pause, she sighed and loosened her grip on
my head. "That was good!" she said. "Hug me!"

She pulled me to her and then hesitated a bit before
kissing me hard on the lips while we embraced. My penis was
half-erect, pushing between her thighs. Her small breasts were
pressed tightly against my chest, and my arms were around her
tiny waist as she hugged my head to hers.

"Thank you," she said, breaking the kiss and pushing away
to look at me. Her eyes twinkled and her face was flushed.

"I gather I did it right?" I asked.

"Yes," she said. "Do you want to try making love to me
now?"

"I don't think I'm ready," I said.

"Oh, I guess guys have to wait," she said. "I didn't mean
to put you on the spot. What can I do to get you horny again,
or at least kill time until you're ready to get horny." She
paused and sat up on the couch next to me. "I know! Wait
there, I'll show you something."

I sat on the couch wondering what she was up to. She went
into the bedroom and shut the door, and then I heard drawers
being opened and shut. I was still feeling a bit stunned by
the way the evening had gone, so I don't know how long it was
before she came out again, but it was probably only a few
minutes.

"How's this?" she asked, opening the door.

She was dressed, wearing a light suit jacket and short
skirt. "Pretty," I said. "But isn't that what you wore to the
concert last week?"

She smiled. "Right. Except that I wore pantyhose and
shoes."

"So? I don't think I ever notice stockings unless they're
colored or something."

"Really?" she asked, and then took off the jacket.
"Anyway, after what you said earlier about my breasts, I
thought you'd like the way this camisole fits me. It's really
the perfect thing to go with this jacket, or I wouldn't have
bought it, you can see why."

She stood a few feet from me and turned from side to
side. When she stood still, her nipples were barely covered.
When she raised her shoulder, though, her nipple popped out
from under the cloth beside the thin shoulder strap that held
up her top.

"Like the effect?" she asked.

"Cute," I said, and she went back into the bedroom . The
effect of that top on me was something. We'd spent an entire
evening together with her wearing it, and I hadn't known a
thing. Now, I knew that every time she'd moved, her nipples
had probably popped out from under her top and brushed the
inside of her jacket, and that was exciting.

"How's this?" she asked when she came out a few minutes
later. She was wearing the same skirt, a soft sleeveless
sweater and a sheer blouse. "This is all stuff I wear pretty
frequently," she said, turning, "but I haven't combined things
this way before, for obvious reasons."

The sleeve holes in the sweater were large, and when she
turned to the side, her nipples were plainly visible through
the thin fabric. I told her I liked it, and then she took off
the sweater. The effect was stunning. I think I've seen
pictures of women wearing transparent blouses with nothing
underneath back in the late 1960's or early 1970's, but it's a
different thing to see someone you love dressed that way, very
different.

"Here," she said, opening the door again. She was wearing
a big hat, a necklace, and a tiny vest. It covered her
nipples, barely, but the exposed bottoms of her breasts hung
round and soft under the vest, and she wore nothing else.
"Recognize the vest?"

I shook my head as she turned around for my inspection.

"It goes with one of my sundresses," she said. "I wore it
last week."

"You wore it with more, though."

She laughed, then hugged me. "That's the end of the
show," she whispered. "I see you're ready to make love, so why
not lie down on the couch and I'll sit on you. I've heard that
that's probably a good way for me to keep in control, and I
need that."

I was out of control. As she pushed me back on the couch,
I was hypnotized by the gentle bounce of her small breasts,
and then she straddled me with her thighs, kneeling over my
erect penis and feeling herself. My eyes were on her crotch as
she spread the lips of her vagina and positioned herself over
me. As she touched the tip of my penis to herself, my hands
rose involuntarily to her hips.

She looked so small kneeling over me. My penis looked
huge, large enough that it was hard to imagine how it could
fit into her without harming her. As much as I wanted
gratification, the thought of my penis penetrating her tiny
body verged on the horrifying.

She stroked my penis gently against herself, sliding it
from front to back, coating it with the moisture that was
seeping out of her vagina, and then she began to settle down
over it. She stopped, with a pained look on her face, and then
fell down onto me with a grunt, lifted herself a bit, and sat
down hard on my hips.

Her breathing was heavy as she looked down at where our
bodies joined. I stared. Her small fanny sat firmly against my
hips. I could feel her weight on the bone between my hips, and
I could feel her warm body surrounding my penis.

"My God!" I whispered, looking up at her face. "Are you
OK?"

The serious expression on her face softened. "I'm not
sure, but I think so. You're in me!"

Her expression shifted from a look of concern to a proud
smile as she looked down at me. She was sitting up very
straight, her hat and necklace framing her face, and her tiny
vest propped as far from her chest as her small breasts could
push it.

"You're beautiful," I said.

She gently squirmed against me, and her smile widened. "I
think I could get to really like this," she said, and then
squirmed again.

I was still holding her hips, but that seemed
unnecessary, so I slid my hands up to her slim waist. She
rested her hands on my chest, and then began to rock gently.
It was the most amazing feeling! There must have been muscles
inside her that were moving in rhythm to her rocking. The soft
satin feeling of her insides sliding over my penis was
perfect, and as she rocked, the look on her face grew from a
proud smile to a look of radiant victory.

I slid my hands up until they touched the bottoms of her
breasts, and then I slid them up further, pushing aside her
tiny vest to finger her nipples. She held my hands there,
briefly, and then began to slide her fingers gently over my
stomach and chest. I was in heaven, my penis was hard, deep
within her small body, but it fit perfectly. Her every motion
sent a sensation through me, a sensation so intense that it
was almost painful.

As she continued rocking her hips, her expression grew
intense. She was breathing deeply, and then she began to moan
deep down in her throat. She thrust harder with her hips, and
with each thrust, it felt like my penis would burst. I pulled
her hips to me, I wanted to thrust myself even deeper into
her, and then I felt the breaking surge of release as my penis
began to pump deep within her.

She slumped against me, hugging me hard to her, her vest
and necklace against my chest, and her head on my shoulder. We
held each other tightly, and then she sat up again and looked
down at me with a radiant smile on her face.

"I love you!" she said, picking up her had from where it
had fallen and balancing it on her head.

"I love you too," I said, looking up at her, still
feeling my penis deep inside her small body as it began to
shrink, and already looking forward to the next time we could
make love together.