Nathan.
Sophia had first approached Nathan just a few hours after Luis had been shot. She’d needed someone to talk with, her own age, even if she couldn’t say much about what had happened, and what she’d seen going on between Maryann and Joshua.
Something about what was happening, between Maryann and Josh, after they’d helped him back to bed, and watching the pair of them, naked, almost interacting, sexually, had sparked a strange desire in her. She wanted to be noticed, and touched, as most girls her age... fifteen, did. She wanted 'more', but was not always sure what the 'more' was, or would entail. But it was time for her to find out.
One did not make an omelette without breaking eggs, and it was time to break some eggs.
Nathan, was the same age as her. They had even attended the village school together and had often noticed each other without saying very much. They had several things in common. He was shy, too. Not that 'she', was shy... she had soon lost her shyness working around, and with Maryann, their nurse.
She and Nathan, could help each other. She, would approach him. From what she had learned watching Maryann and Joshua, being shy didn't help anyone. It got in the way.
Nathan had been helping build that funeral pyre for Luis, and she had artlessly... even boldly... suggested that she would like to help him.
Where she had got the courage from she did not know. He did not refuse her help. How could he, after she had offered so nicely, and with a smile that made his legs go weak, and sowed confusion in his mind?
She followed him along the lower path, speaking only a little, helping him bring some of the larger pieces of wood, to build the base of the pyre. Their hands often touched as he helped her. She saw to that. At those moments, she paused, and they looked into each other's eyes in some confusion, as their hearts raced ahead.
She needed his help. She would 'always', need his help.
She knew what she was doing.
When the pyre was well-along, with others coming to help, she had taken his hand and led him farther along the track. She had other things on her mind.
He did not pull back. Something momentous was happening between them, but he wasn't sure what it was. However, he could hope.
She had something to show him.
Indeed she did.
He was confused at first, but he hadn’t resisted, wondering what she wanted. He liked Sophia, but he had always been too shy to approach her, or any other girl, even though his innards, churned, whenever a girl looked at him.
She led him down into a small, sheltered cove which caught the sun until later in the afternoon, and warmed the rocks, quite far out.
It was an awkward scramble to get down to, so others didn’t come here very much.
She admitted that she sometimes came down here to be alone... or to search for crabs or shellfish that could be added to their diet.
It was wet work, but fun, so she showed him where they could leave their clothes. He watched in surprise as she so calmly took her dress off without hesitation, to paddle in the shallows, and to search in a few of the rock pools where the water was warmer, encouraging him to join her to look for crabs.
She still had her bra and panties on, but he was taken aback that she had dared to take her dress off in front of him, and was suggesting he could join her.
He hesitated. He liked watching her. He liked seeing more of her body than he usually saw; especially her breasts (seeing them move), and the hint of other things that he would always like to know more about, behind her panties. She had never done anything like this with him before, but he didn’t question it. She had a nice body, and she was always kind... to him.
He felt the first stirrings of excitement. He was a typical youth, with hormonal shifts that hit him like one of their regular earthquakes. There was only one release for that!
Youths invariably played with themselves and masturbated every day, sometimes, several times, to release that emotional, testosterone-loaded madness; that hormonal pressure, without someone to help him over that cliff.
If only Sophia would...?
He'd often dreamed of her that way. Of her taking pity on him.
He would never dare to make that first move with her, no matter how much he ached to do so, and dreamed of it... and her. He might scare her with his intensity, though he ached to show her how he felt... to overwhelm her with love.
His size would scare her.
He continued to watch her, seeing her often look over to him and smile, even inviting him to join her… but get undressed himself?No way.
She might notice too much about him. He was getting that way. If she had not been here he would have been masturbating already.
She took the matter out of his hands when she came back to him and helped him disrobe, down to his undershorts... with minor resistance from him... and led him out into the water with her. She’d given him no choice, and she had been gentle about it.
She never said anything about what she could see of his emerging condition.
He soon forgot his shyness as she’d led him around by the hand, laughing, splashing him, in fun.
After doing that for about an hour, putting their haul of crabs into one of the rock pools where they could be collected later, before the tide rescued them, they’d sat on the rocks together in the afternoon sun, and talked.
Sophia had shocked him dramatically, when she came straight out with what she was thinking, looking him full in the eyes, and asked him if he would like to ‘see’ her... with a slight emphasis on the word, ‘see’.
He could even ‘touch’, too, and more, but they hadn’t got that far yet.
She knew that most boys would leap at that invitation and quickly become the aggressors, moving perhaps too quickly for the girl, who soon learned that boys generally had more in mind than just ‘seeing’.
He had been confused, not understanding her question, or where it would lead. He ‘was’, seeing her. Wasn’t he? But there were other suggestions in what she said, that stirred something deep within him.
He stammered. “How? What do you mean?” As if he didn’t know.
“Would you like to see me as a woman, Nathan? My naked body."
She wanted to show him.
"I’m old enough… would you like to see me without any clothes? Touch me? I know you wanted to, the way you often looked at me when we were working.”
She'd known? He'd wanted more than that. She had noticed his interest in her and how he’d always been drawn to watch her breasts, moving.
His jaw dropped. How had she known that?
“You always seemed interested in seeing my breasts when I was clothed. They will be even more interesting to you, without being hidden away. My bra tortures me, so I need to get it off.”
She added to it.
“You could even touch them too. I would like that.”
So would he.
He hadn’t known what to say, but he hadn’t objected either, so she unclipped her bra and took it off, then just as quickly took off her panties, while looking at him; liking his shocked response.
He stared, breathless, overcome by shock, but with a deepening interest, seeing them fully, for the first time. They were the breasts of a grown woman, with a wide areola and pronounced nipples. She showed no signs of being shy with him.
He didn’t run. His legs had gone weak again, and his mouth, dry.
She could see how intent he was in what she was doing. She returned to sit opposite him, very close, boldly putting her legs apart, and even ‘over’ his, so that he could certainly ‘see’ her… everything about her. She was not usually so bold or aggressive, but this was important to her. She was easily within his reach.
It was what he had wanted.
His face had gone red, but he could not stop looking.
He had never seen a naked girl before, or one who was infused with such confidence, smiling at him, not an ounce of shyness to be seen.
“Well?”
What did she want him to say, or do?
It was strange, the way she was. He knew that girls were built differently, but she was built, nothing like him, and it was interesting in a strange, breathtaking kind of way. He didn’t feel threatened by her boldness.
“You can touch me, if you like, Nathan. I know that you want to.”
Of course, he wanted to touch her. His body shrieked it.
She could see that he was already erect.
She had not waited, but had lifted his hand onto her breast, holding it there for him to discover, giving him permission, and then had moved his other hand to touch her between her legs, opening her vulva to him, spreading her inner labia apart for him, guiding him, as she’d laid back in front of him letting him see everything about her body, as well as to touch. She knew how that would affect him. Boys were all the same when the clothes came off.
He continued to touch.
She could see that he had become aroused, touching her, so she sat up and stripped his undershorts off him against little resistance, tossing them aside and out of his reach, before he knew what she was doing.
He was not quite fully aroused, but she’d taken him by surprise, temporarily knocking the 'lead' out of his pencil.
He was still, impressive.
He covered himself with this hands, shy to have her see him like that.
She took his hands in hers, lifting them from trying to hide himself, there. He did not resist.
“You don’t have to be shy, Nathan. I’m not. We are alone, and I have wanted to see you, for a long time. I want us to do other things to each other, too.
“No one ever comes this far, and besides, you can see them and hear them, long before they get here. I would like you to touch me, and I would like to touch you, too. May I?”
He wasn’t sure about that, but she was being very nice about it, and it had been interesting to touch her breasts and the rest of her.
He nodded.
She reached out and held him then. He had become relatively limp, and almost lifeless with the surprise of it all. He was shy, even scared. He had never done anything like this, before. She knew that it would soon pass, with her help. She would help.
He’d swallowed hard again, wanting to say something, but he liked Sophia and didn’t want to hurt her feelings, so he said nothing. He had often dreamed of her doing this to him.
His beginning erection had died when she’d taken his undershorts off him, but she persisted; taking his hands and bringing them onto her breasts again, as she moved even closer to him, still caressing him in a way he could not ignore.
There was nothing about her he could have ignored at that moment.
“Don’t worry, Nathan, I won’t tell anyone. This shall be our secret.”
That was the least of his fears.
She continued to play with him, feeling some life coming back into that part with her encouragement. She was gentle, and he liked the feeling of what she was doing to him. His body responded.
How could it 'not' respond?
He grew, with her encouragement, and with her even touching his balls, curious about them, as well as about the rest of him. They were both, curious.
He rose, and continued to rise as she held him, but although that skin on him stretched, it never did uncover the ‘head’ of his penis, as she had seen on Joshua.
She helped, moving the loose skin down on him, exposing part of the ‘head.’
He was ready.
“Can you put it into me, Nathan? Here.” She showed him her vaginal opening. "That's what adults do."
He stared... stunned. He swallowed, almost choking, confused at the speed things were moving.
“I don’t think it will go in 'there', Sophia. That opening's way too small.”
“It will, if you try hard enough, Nathan. It will open up for you as you go in. Please try. I’ll tell you what to do. You won’t hurt me, if that’s what’s worrying you.”
He hadn’t even thought of ‘that’.
She was being very firm, yet also gentle, about it.
She put her legs farther apart, inched forward, and tried to open herself up even more with her fingers, sliding them into the edge of her vagina and pulling herself apart, opening more for him to see, encouraging him over her, to go into her there, as she laid back on the warm rock.
He complied, and held himself as she suggested, pointing himself to touch at her there, and tried... pushing, but he hadn’t been stiff enough or eager enough to go into her very far. He was still nervous.
“I don’t think I can.”
“Of course you can, but I think I caught you off guard, so we can continue playing with each other.” She was giving him no choice, but in a very nice way.
She kissed him. “It will go in, eventually. It doesn’t matter this first time. We are both nervous. We just have to learn to relax. We can keep trying when you get hard again. We have lots of time.”
She was nervous?
She sounded so forgiving, and understanding. It helped.
He nodded. He didn’t want to lose this exciting thing she was daring to show him, and to do with him. He had never been kissed before, and no girl had ever done this to him either, held him, or let him touch her breasts or anywhere else.
He would be more relaxed in a few minutes.
“It’s not important, Nathan. It usually takes a second or a third try, to get in. Would you like to touch me again and then, when you are stiff enough we can try, again?
He nodded.
She leaned in to kiss him, feeling his hands on her breasts.
He was learning.
He was becoming hard again, and had got even bigger. He was gaining confidence.
“Are you sure it won’t go into me, Nathan?" She was still holding him and moving the skin upon him. It was getting to him. “It seems stiff enough. We could try again before we leave here. I would like that… if you want to.” She seemed determined.
He’d enjoyed what they’d done so far, once he’d got over his crippling shyness.
“Okay.” He nodded. She had said nothing to hurt his feelings or made fun of him, and she was being kind and gentle. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings or to disappoint her.
She laid back and brought him over and onto her again, guiding him this time… stiffer now, to where she wanted him to be, between her legs, and nudging at her vagina. She pushed the skin down on him to reveal that ‘head’ again, aware that it might be uncomfortable for him.
“You should push now, Nathan. Right there. You might have to push hard, to go in, but you will go, if you push hard enough.”
He tried, pushing, becoming more and more excited, with her touch and her encouragement. He was even beginning to distend her more, and to go into her, as she’d said.
“See, it is going. It will go all the way in, once we get the hang of it.”
After a few minutes of that, with partial success, they gave up. He was still hard and erect. The problem was ‘her’. She was too tight on him.
She knew she had to be positive, despite her frustration.
“We’ll do better next time, but I can help you to ‘come’, if you like?”
He nodded. He usually did that for himself when he was alone.
How did she know about that?
She took hold of him and began to move the skin up and down along him, gripping harder, as she felt him becoming stiffer in her hand.
How did she know to do this? Girls and women seemed to know too much... sometimes.
His breathing changed, along with him becoming agitated as he touched her breasts, and slid his fingers along her, letting one, get a small start into her, as she’d suggested he do.
He seemed to lose all control, and soon ‘came’, mostly inside that foreskin, before overflowing into her hand. He had groaned and cried out at the same time, stiffening up in her hand.
She almost laughed, but didn’t. It was both amazing and marvellous. Another small difficulty, overcome.
She wiped her hand, and his ejaculate along her vulva and down into her vagina. It was slippery and would help him the next time.
She laughed and thanked him, kissed him, pushing her body and breasts, up against him for him to kiss them and mouth at them as he discovered her hard nipples.
He was able to respond to her more easily now, even sliding his finger into her again... deeper this time.
She knew what he was doing, and why. He had got over any resistance to her. “Next time, we’ll do even better.”
Yes, they would!
He was pleased to hear that there would be a next time, and he continued to touch her breasts and to learn more about her, down there. She didn’t mind him doing that, encouraging him to do more... to go deeper, to use even two fingers, if he could. It would get them to that same end, sooner.
‘He’, should have thanked ‘her’.
She was the first girl who’d ever encouraged him like that, or wanted him to do that to her.
She was still holding him. “You are very hard, Nathan. We can try again, if you like, before we go. One of these times it will go into me, if you push hard enough.”
She was determined that it would happen before they parted.
He had not objected. He was excited and wanted to try again too. This sudden intimacy was exciting, beyond belief. It beat having to masturbate all by himself. It was much more exciting.
He ‘would’ push harder.
He was the leader this time; taking over from her, yet with her still helping him.
“Harder!”
He pushed. She pulled.
Something gave, and he suddenly slid all the way into her.
His head exploded.
