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Subject: {ASSM} <NEW> Educating Jeanette  - Part 2  <MF, CONS, F-FIRST>
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* This is a work of fiction.

* This work contains graphic sexual depictions.  If you don't like
graphic sexual depictions, stop reading here and don't torture yourself or
me.

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* You may not copy of forward any part of this work without express
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**** If you haven't read part 1
**** I strongly urge you to curb your urges for the moment,
**** and get up to speed.  Mail to me and I'll quickly send it.

Educating Jeanette - Part II - by whognu@hotmail.com

While my left hand gently toyed with her nipples under the smooth silk of
her teddy, my right slowly drew down the zipper of her khaki pants. I could
feel the slight curve under her small breasts, and the hard, protruding
nipples standing almost straight out. As I pulled the zipper, I pressed
lightly against the bulge of her body beneath, and she responded by pressing
her backside harder into me -- feeling my dick pressing between her cheeks
even through the tough denim of my jeans. With a minimum of wiggling, she
helped to slide her pants to the floor, then turned to face me, stepping out
of shoes and pants in one smooth motion.

She had a big silly grin, like she was having a great time, but was
embarrassed by how great it was. The grin was masking a deep blush, and I
could feel the body heat pouring from her.

She had only her white silk teddy, plain white underwear, and brown socks
left on. When she put her hands up to touch the sides of my head as we
kissed, the teddy rode up and her belly was exposed. She was stunningly
beautiful like that.
Carefully, I moved my hands from her back down around the outside of her
underwear, tracing the curves of her body gently as she pushed against me
harder, but when I moved to put my hands inside her waisteband, she got very
nervous again. It took me a few seconds to realize what was happening -- my
head wasn't exactly clear at this point. I finally realized that what had
her spooked was her own body. Jeanette had no idea that the wetness she was
starting to feel was supposed to happen this soon. She was frightened that I
would think badly of her in some way. I suppose I should have been glad that
she'd expected to just 'get right down to business', but I was determined to
make this time as special as possible, so I looked for a way to get past the
discomfort without resorting to a boring biology discussion. "Let's take a
shower", I said, and as she looked up added "we don't need to rush things."

I led her to the bathroom, which was at least neat and clean, if it wasn't
the marble palace you see in nice hotels and expensive homes. I turned on
only the light above the sink, leaving the rest of the bathroom in
semi-darkness as I turned the water on, never taking my eyes from
Jeanette's.

She was still wearing the teddy, underwear, and socks, and looking at me
with blue eyes nearly twice their normal size as I unbuttoned and removed my
own shirt. I sat down on the lid of the cammode and took my shoes and socks
off, then reached for her leg. I gently rubbed the back of her knees as I
removed first one sock then the other. Without ever taking my eyes off
her's, I reached up and slowly pulled her underwear down to her knees, then
let it drop the floor as I stood up again -- taking care not to stare at her
nakedness. As she stepped out of her underwear, she turned around and pulled
her teddy off over her head. For the first time, I saw fully the taught
curves of her bottom as she quickly stepped over the side of the tub into
the shower, pulling the curtain slowly behind her.

I quickly stepped out of my own jeans and white boxers, then stepped in with
her. She was a vision, standing under the water, with big eyes staring at me
fully, not daring to laugh at the awkwardness of a man with an erection
standing so close. Again the shy smile as I reached my right hand past her
to the soap.

People who have never had sex, don't always understand that it is as many
faceted as any other part of life. It can be rough, violent, tender, quiet,
serious or playful. If you've been fighting sex can be both part of the
fight, and part of the making up. I was determined to show Jeanette the
playful side of sex. I wanted her to see it as part of the joy of life, in
all its silly, awkward, intimate, beautiful, messy, sticky glory. We weren't
serious lovers, after all, and if you can't have fun with a friend you
trust, the rest won't be very good.

Soaping Jeanette has to be one of the most memorable experiences I will ever
have. As smoothly as I could, I gathered lather and started with one hand on
each shoulder, I soaped down her arms and back, under her arms and down her
sides, then over her chest -- always staying far enough away from her that
my erection didn't touch. So far, she had been unsure what to do, but as I
finished her legs and worked up smooth, sweet smelling sex she put her hands
on my shoulders and started soaping me too.
For the first time, she was taking an active role and I desperately wanted
to encourage this, so I let her pull me up to a standing position and made a
small noise of delight as she ran her soapy hands over my chest. She seemed
reluctant to go any lower, so I turned around and gave her the opportunity
to soap my shoulders and neck. Grateful for the release of pressure, she
took to this task with vigor, and was only mildly startled when - as she
moved her hands down my sides-- I took her hands in mine and pulled her
closer.

She was behind me now, so when I pulled her closer I could feel her breasts
on my back. She seemed to like this and leaned close, her face pressed
against the back of my neck. I placed her hands on my chest and ran them
smoothly through the soap there for a while. Finally, when she was clearly
comfortable with this, and had even started rubbing her whole body against
my back as if we were dancing, I slowly moved her hands down to my erect
penis.

At first, this stopped her so to break the ice, I said "see, it likes you a
lot" to which she laughed and said "it sure does!"
Ice broken, she now understood that there was nothing scary happening,
nothing was taboo, and that we were sharing something very private. I knew
she was still afraid of doing something wrong, of being laughed at, of
failing somehow. I so much wanted her to understand that there was no wrong,
and no way to fail. I took her soapy hand and showed her how to move it back
and forth along my penis and as I turned to face her, let her see in my face
just what this was doing to me. She seemed to understand that I was quite
literally putting a lot more in her hands then just a part of my body. By
letting her see how much control she had over me, how much should could do
by just so small an act as changing the rhythm of her movements, I was
showing her that she was past the point of personal defenses and egos. When
I came she was startled, and looked at my eyes to see how she should react.
I smiled and said "Mmmmmmm, that was amazing!"; and finally she seemed to
relax.

Relaxed now, she turned and leaned back into me. My still sensitive and half
erect penis pressing between her cheeks, the head up in the small of her
back, as she leaned back and tilted her head back to kiss. I placed my hands
around her belly and we stayed that way for a few minutes, with the warm
water playing over our bodies. Just as I was starting to loose track of
time, it was Jeanette's turn to surprise me. She took hold of my right hand,
and slowly but firmly drew it down; making it very clearly what was next.

As I moved my left hand up to her breasts, my right began massaging her
pussy. Very slowly, never poking or prodding, just gently rubbing the
outside; I slowly brought Jeannette to the first orgasm she'd ever had at
hands other then her own. As her body rocked ever faster against me, my
penis slowly moving between her cheeks nearly brought me off again. I was
sure I would loose it when she stopped rocking and shook violently in wave
after wave of jerking muscles and quite moans.
We stood under that water unmoving for nearly ten minutes before she turned
to face me and we kissed.....

                            <to be continued.....>

Did you like this story? It's part II of the first I've ever submitted. If
you are missing part I, or just want to comment, I'd love to hear from you.

The full price for this story, is your comments. They are welcome,
appreciated, and even anticipated.
-- whognu@hotmail.com

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