Claudia's Second Lesson
It has been literally years since I wrote about Claudia and her decision to lose her virginity to me prior to her going off to university, so this piece about her second lesson is long overdue and for that I apologise.
We left off at the stage when my eldest daughter had once again asked me whether she could have her girlfriends stay over at our place after a girls' night out. This naturally was at Claudia's suggestion, so of course I told her that it was OK without seeming excessively enthusiastic about the idea. My partner was again scheduled to be working nights on the weekend in question, so everything looked to be fine.
Come the actual evening, Julia's other friends had all arrived when Claudia eventually turned up. Once again, she was the designated driver as she was the only one to have passed her test. The girls assembled in our lounge, and with the exception of Claudia they began the ritual of having a few glasses of wine before venturing out on the town. There was a lot of girly prevarication about outfits, hair, and make-up while I sat in the corner with a book. I pretended not to take much notice of them and their outfits, but of course I could not stop my mind from racing about what might take place later that night.
Claudia was dressed in a short black skirt that clung tightly to her hips and arse while on top was a low-cut, short sleeved, white T shirt that emphasised her breasts to perfection. Her legs were bare and the summer had ensured that her skin was nicely tanned. High-heeled strappy sandals made the most of her slim ankles and shapely calves, and her athletic thighs looked wonderful in the short skirt.
As she was preparing for her night out, she was quite deliberately bending over in my view so that I could get an eyeful of the crutch of her white panties. When she sat opposite me she would occasionally open her legs a little in order to afford me a glimpse of what was in store for me after she returned with her car-load of drunken passengers. We exchanged as many stolen glances as we thought we could get away with without the others noticing what was going on between us. Time would prove that our efforts to keep our lessons a secret were not 100% effective, but more of that later.
At around 9pm the girls finally got their act together and left in Claudia's car for the local Wetherspoon's for more cheap drinks, before their entry to one of the nightclubs in our small town. I wished them goodnight, made sure Julia had her key, and told them I'd be in bed long before they got back.
As soon as they had departed I brushed my teeth and prepared for bed by taking a quick shower. While showering I gave my scrotum a once over with the razor; I normally shave my ball sack and the bottom of the shaft of my cock as Jo much prefers it that way. My pubic hair is always kept trimmed. I settled down in bed with my reading matter and eventually drifted off to sleep.
I failed to wake when the revellers returned, but Julia's knock on my bedroom door to tell me she was home safe and sound did rouse me. I checked my watch and saw that it was just after 2:30am; I lay there, listening to them giggling tipsily as they sorted out the sleeping arrangements in the lounge. Ages seemed to pass before silence descended upon their room and I simply lay there struggling with a serious erection as I knew very well what was about to take place.
Eventually, I heard slow, measured footsteps on the stairs as Claudia made her way to my room. I turned on my bedside lamp in readiness and then heard her quiet knock at my door. "Come on in," I softly said, "I have been expecting you." She was wearing the same fleecy pyjamas that she had worn when she first came into my bedroom a fortnight previously.
She came over to my side of the bed, leant down and kissed me passionately on the lips. We lingered in the kiss, our tongues tangling and wrestling, until she pulled away from me. The pyjama trousers were swiftly removed and I noticed as she began to take off the jacket that she was still wearing the white panties I had glimpsed earlier that night. Off came the jacket and she slid into bed beside me, immediately whispering "There's a problem. I am on my fucking period; I came on on Thursday, so the flow is pretty heavy.
I sensed tension and disappointment in her voice, so I came back with "Don't worry. We can still have loads of fun; we will just be having it in a slightly different way than we had intended." I enquired about what kind of protection she used and was pleased to discover that tampons were her preferred method. I held her closely and in between kissing and nibbling her lips we talked about how I had no problems with menstrual sex, but that intercourse while bleeding often resulted in the bedclothes looking as though they had been used in a scene from the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Obviously with Jo due home in the morning at 7:30am that was not going to be something we could risk.