Diane And John Ch 01

This is the first in a series of "Diane and John" stories. They are about a girl's introduction to love and sexuality by an older man. "Part 1 - Diane" is her version of the story. "Part 2 - John" is the same story from his perspective. Diane and John hope you enjoy both versions.

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Part 1 - DIANE

School was so incredibly boring that day. I had gotten my first kiss the night before, and I'd slept with the man I loved. We'd worn pajamas, and we hadn't ... done it, but I did sleep in his arms. All I could think about at school was what had happened last night and being with him again. I was excited, expectant, and even a little nervous.

At long last, though, school finally ended and I rode the bus to his house. He was waiting for me when I rang the doorbell, and I hardly gave him time to close the door before I threw myself into his arms for a kiss. I hadn't had much experience with kissing until the night before, but I knew something I liked when I found it.

After my needs for kisses were temporarily satisfied, we cooked dinner together. I knew nothing about cooking, because Mom was a terrible cook and had never taught me anything. With John's help and guidance, though, I made a very nice chicken parmesan, and we had a lovely dinner together. I even drank a couple sips of white wine, but I didn't like it.

After dinner, John gave me several beautiful pieces of lingeree, the first I'd ever had. A short, sheer negligee with bikini panties, a silk dressing gown, and slippers with two inch heels. My first heels. Oh, and a little vial of White Shoulders perfume. I felt like a little kid at Christmas, only better. Lots better.

After I'd thanked John for my presents with kisses until he made me stop, I took them and went down the hall to shower and change into my new things. I could hardly wait to put on the beautiful lingeree, but I showered and carefully shaved even though I couldn't find even the tiniest trace of roughness on my legs or underarms. I didn't want him to feel anything but smooth skin when he touched me, and I wanted him to touch me a lot.

All his touches so far have been exciting and wonderful. I'm not absolutely positive,

but I'm pretty sure that I'd like him touching me all over. Everywhere. I'm almost

certain I'd like that. A lot. I'm sure he wants to do it. That's a nice thing to anticipate, being touched and wondering how it will feel.

I've heard girls at school talking about not letting their boyfriends 'go too far,' but the idea of not letting John do anything he wanted has never entered my mind. I don't think the concept of 'going too far' applies to John. Besides, he sure isn't a 'boyfriend.' He's thirty four years old.

After drying myself thoroughly, brushing my teeth, and getting my blonde ponytail into

a blue scrunchy to match my new robe and nightie, I was ready to try on my sexy new

outfit.

Me, sexy. I sure never thought anyone would think I'd look good in clothes

like these. Well, I guess they're not really clothes. They're not pajamas either,

so I don't know what they are exactly.

I guess John thinks I'm sexy, considering how kissing me makes his pants bulge. I'll

sure try to be sexy. No, I don't know anything about that, so I'd better not even try. If I try I'll just look foolish. Best to just be myself. I'm sure John knows what he likes, and he seems to like me more than I could have ever hoped. I hope I'll live up to his expectations. I know I'll do absolutely anything he wants. Anything. I may have lived a sheltered life and gone to all girls' schools with nuns for teachers, but I'm a woman now. I know I'm naive, but I'm definitely ready to start catching up.

First I put on the nightie. There was a ribbon at the throat to tie it closed, but

I couldn' find anything else to tie, snap, or button. It took three tries to get it tied in a perfect bow. I had never worn anything like that before and didn't really know quite what it was all about.

It's pretty obvious that it isn't meant to cover or to keep warm, it hardly covers my behind. I think it's just for fun, and this is about the most fun I've ever had!

I think I'm about to set some new personal records in the fun department.

I pulled on those tiny little panties and found they stretched to fit perfectly,

but they sure didn't cover very much of me. The only panties I had ever worn were the

'sensible' up-to-the-belly button cotton kind that my mother bought for me at Penney's.

I looked at myself in the full-length mirror and could see my nipples showing faintly

pink through the gauzy pale blue fabric of the nightie.

John's going to see me like

this, and sooner or later, he's going to want to take my panties off. What is he

going to think?

He's so much older than I am, and he's used to really mature women.

I was very concerned that John would laugh at me, think I was abnormal or terribly juvelile when he saw me without panties.

The problem was that I didn't have any pubic hair. Oh, there was a little puff of curly

blonde fuzz up on the mound, but nothing you could call real hair. It was almost invisible

because it was sparse, short, and just as light as the hair on my head. When I showered after gym at school, all the other girls had hair down there, mostly dark, and it hid the most private parts, which were down between their legs, anyway. When I looked at myself, though, the cleft down there seemed to be right out in front, and without any hair everything showed. I looked kind of like a chubby clam down there.

I had been dreading him seeing me with no clothes on, but I knew that was a part of loving

and that it would happen sooner or later. I decided to make the best of it, and hope

he wouldn't think it was too awful.

The absolutely worst thing that could happen would be

for him to change his mind about us being ... intimate and spending our week together teaching me about loving. He might want to forget the whole thing because I'm not even mature enough to have pubic hair. I know I'm old enough, but my body just hadn't gotten around to growing any hair down there.

I stepped into the slippers. They were lovely and luxurious, and, when I looked in the

mirror, the two inch heels seemed to make my legs look longer and more shapely.

Not

bad, Diane. You look so good, maybe he won't notice that you don't have any pubic hair.

No, he'll notice. Maybe he'll like the rest of me so much that he won't care about the

pubic hair.

I put a tiny dab of my new White Shoulders behind each ear and put on that wonderful new

dressing gown. The sleeves were about an inch too long, but otherwise it fit perfectly. It felt absolutely luxurious.

In the mirror, with the robe and slippers, I thought I looked quite sophisticated and

maybe even a little sexy.

I just hope John thinks so and doesn't pay any attention to

the pubic hair. My ponytail doesn't seem quite right with these clothes. I think

ponytails are for kids, and I'm not a kid anymore. It's about time I get a new hairstyle.

Maybe something short and sophisticated.

When I got to the den the only light in the room was from the fireplace. John saw me and

stood, looking at me, then switched on a lamp next to his chair. I turned around so he

could see me in my new robe and slippers from all angles. Then he smiled and held his

arms out, and I came eagerly to him. He didn't say anything, just took me in his arms

and I stood on my tiptoes and tilted my head back while he kissed me very tenderly. I had only been really kissed for the first time the night before, but I was getting the hang of it. In fact, I thought I was a very good kisser. If eagerness and enthusiasm counted, I was a great kisser.

Kissing while standing was a little awkward, though, because I was under five feet even in the

heels, and John was six foot two.

After a moment I wanted to be kissed more deeply, so parted my lips more and used my arms

to pull myself up to him. He then slid his hands down my back, under my bottom, and

lifted me right off the floor, holding my body against his and kissing me passionately.

Wow, what a kiss! Mmm

He finally put me down, but our kiss continued, and he put his hand between us and untied

the belt of my robe. He put his hands inside the robe, parted it, and put his arms around

me inside the robe. That felt wonderful. Then, while we were still kissing, John slid the

robe off my shoulders and I lowered my arms so it slipped down and off me onto the floor.

The silk made a

swish. I sure didn't have my new robe on very long. I have a feeling that

John bought it just so he could take it off me. That thought would make me giggle if I

wasn't being kissed.

I got my arms back around him, and he broke our kiss and held me very tightly against him.

He was breathing into my ear as he hugged me, and I could feel his bulge poking me. He was

so much taller that it poked right about my belly button.

John whispered that he wanted to see how I looked in my new nightie, and he sat down in his

chair. I had never been looked at that way before, and I felt embarrased but kind of

excited, too. I could feel myself blush as I turned around to model my new lingeree.

I feel like my nipples are shining through this thin fabric like headlights, and I know he can see my bottom right through the nightie and panties when I turn around.

John seemed to sense my discomfort, because he turned off the lamp and told me to come

and sit on his lap.

I carefully sat myself down crosswise in his lap, and I immediately felt a lot better with

his arms around me.

I'm even closer to him like this, but at least I don't feel like I'm

standing naked on display. I guess I have to be naked to ... uhhhh ... well ... to do it, but I sure hope the lights are off. Ohh, I love being kissed.

All my embarrassment evaporated when our lips met. I was in his arms, my arms were around

him, he was warm against me, and our lips and tongues were doing marvelous things. John

stopped kissing just long enough to whisper that he loved me, and he was kissing me again

before I had time to tell him of my love. He knew it, though. I'd sure told him often enough in the past twenty four hours.

This was by far the most intimate and passionate thing we had ever done together, and my

feeling of embarrassment changed to pleasure, pleasure, pleasure.

Mmmmmmm

I opened my

mouth wider, put my hand behind John's head, and kissed him back, hard. I pulled his head

to me, slid my tongue way into his mouth, and I didn't even care when our teeth clashed

together. I noticed that I was making little noises into John's mouth without even

intending to.

That was the first time I had ever really felt

passion

, and it was like I had been struck by lightning!

So this is what it's all about! Wow! I think something just happened that has changed me forever. Now I'm absolutely, positively certain that I will like John

touching me. All over.

I could feel my nipples harden, there was a kind of tingling wetness down between my legs,

and I wanted more, more,

MORE

. John's hand moved to my boobs, and I moaned a little into his mouth at the pleasure I felt when he rubbed my nipple between his finger and thumb.

I found myself wanting something. I wasn't sure exactly what it was, but I sure wanted it.

John broke our kiss and told me to get up. Then he led me to the couch which he had pulled

up close to the fire.

Wearing only this nightie makes me feel barer than if I was stark

naked. Not a bad feeling, though. Kind of ... what? Exciting. Yeah, I feel excited,

but in a new way. It isn't that jumping-up-and -down-and-yelling excited feeling, but

something deeper, more serious, better. Whatever it is, it's a wonderful feeling. I wonder

what happens next. I'm glad John knows what to do, because I don't have a clue. Whatever

it is, I'll bet I'm going to like it. A lot.

John had put a pillow at the end of the couch and told me to lie down. He kneeled on the

floor, leaned over me, and told me he loved me and that I looked good enough to eat.

I said, "I love you, too, Darling, and I'm glad you like the way I look. Kiss." I put my arms

up around his neck and pulled him down to me for a long kiss.

John then untied the little ribbon which held my nightie closed, parted it, and kissed me

on the throat.

Ohhhhh, that feeeeeelllls soooo goooooood.

He whispered, "I'm going to

open my present now. You're my present."

He kissed from my throat back to my mouth, and my lips and tongue were eagerly waiting for

his.

I'm not sure exactly what's about happen, but I think it's going to be wonderful.

He kissed back down to my throat and went lower until his mouth was between my boobs.

When he started kissing the inside of one of them, I whispered that I wished my boobs were

bigger for him. He said he thought they were perfect, and that someone my size would look

pretty silly with D-cup breasts. I tried to picture that and giggled, and he said that they

were too pretty to be called 'boobs.' "You have breasts, Honey, not boobs." I decided to

think of them as 'breasts' from then on.

He kissed each breast gently and whispered that the skin there was like warm silk. I loved

hearing that. When his lips brushed my nipple, I gasped, and when he took it between his

lips I felt something like a little electric pulse of pleasure. He gently sucked the

nipple, and I could feel it swell and grow in his warm mouth. He stopped sucking for a

moment and asked if I liked that.

I whispered, "Oh, I love it, Darling. Please do it some more."

He resumed and soon moved to the other nipple.

Mmmmm

He whispered that my nipples were the prettiest and pinkest he had ever seen. He called them 'puffy,' whatever that meant.

And I used to be embarrassed about having such pink nipples. John likes them that way,

so I'll be proud of them being pink and puffy.

John's lips left my breasts and kissed lower, down onto my stomach. He put the tip of his

warm, wet tongue into my belly button and that tickled, but in a very nice way. He kissed

lower and lower until he came to the top of those tiny panties. He told me to lift up so he

could take them off, and I said, "John, this is embarrassing."

He said, "Why, Sweetie? Don't I get to see you without your panties? It's going to be hard

for us to be intimate if you keep them on. Impossible if you want to learn about sex."

"Well," I said, "I'm not like other girls down there, and it's embarrassing."

"What do you mean, Sweetie? Your pussy?"

"Yeah," I whispered, "Ummm ... down there."

"Say 'pussy,' Honey."

"Ahhh ........ pussy," I said, very softly.

"Say 'pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy,' Diane."

I couldn't help but giggle, and I said, "pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy," between giggles.

He touched the tip of one nipple with his finger and said, "breast." He then touched my

panties right about where my split starts and said, "pussy." "Now," he said, "You do it."

Giggling, I said "breast" when he touched my nipple and "pussy" when he touched my ...

well ... my pussy.

He said, "Now that we have that cleared up, are you going to tell me what the problem is?

I'm going to have your panties off sooner or later, but if you would rather I didn't do it

tonight, that's okay. I don't want to do anything you're not comfortable with."

"It isn't that I don't want you to," I whispered. "It's just that I'm ... ahhhh ... sort of bald. I hardly have any hair down there, and it looks funny."

He said, "I can't see how that would look funny. It sounds very nice to me. I've always

thought a woman looks and feels much nicer without pubic hair, but it's usually too much

trouble to keep it shaved. Would you let me look?"

"Of course you can look, I just hope you won't think I'm too juvenile or abnormal or something. I really am grown up, it's just that my hair down there is taking some time to catch up with the rest of me."

John said, "Sweetie, from what I've seen of you, and that's quite a lot, you certainly are

grown up. You're an absolutely gorgeous young woman. Now, can we do something about those

panties?"

He didn't say anything more, and I lifted my behind off the couch while he pulled my panties

down over my hips and off over my feet. My face and neck felt hot, and I knew I was blushing

furiously.

Here I am with this wisp of a nightie covering only my shoulders. The rest of me is stark naked. At least the lights aren't on, just the fireplace. My God, I never thought

I would ever be like this with anyone.

John looked at me and said, "Diane, you have the most beautiful little pussy I've ever seen.

A pussy as pretty and smooth as that just begs to be kissed, and that's exactly what I'm

going to do."

I've always thought it was bald and ugly, but he thinks it's beautiful. I was worried for nothing! Why would he want to kiss me .... down there? I still feel pretty embarrassed, being in my birthday suit like this. I don't know what to think or feel. I sure wish I knew more about all this. I'm afraid I got myself in way over my head. I can't back out now, though, and I don't think I'd want to, anyway.

He nuzzled the little puff of hair on my mound and kissed right down to the top of my cleft

and onto my upper thigh. Then he pulled my hips over towards him so that my bottom was

near the edge of the cushion. He then pulled the ottoman over to the couch. He took my

right leg, lifted it over his head, bent my knee, and put my foot on the ottoman. He

pushed my left leg away, bent the knee and I was lying there with that thin nightie covering

only my shoulders, totally naked otherwise, with my legs spread wide, knees high.

He sure

has a good view of everything I have. This isn't as awkward as I thought it would be,

though. It's kind of exciting. He obviously likes what he sees. I wonder what he's

going to do.

John's kisses started again on my inner thigh, about half way up from my knee.

Mmmmm, nice.

When his lips got closer and closer to my ... pussy, I whispered, "What are you going to do, Darling?"

He said he was going to taste me as if I were a fine wine, and that I was going to love it.

This is all new to me, but I'm going to let him do absolutely anything he wants. I'm

all his to do with as he pleases; anything. If he says I'm going to love it, I can hardly wait

to find out what 'it' is. I guess I can't get in too far over my head as long as John's in

charge. He wouldn't do anything I couldn't handle.

I've always been such an independent person, and it's kind of hard to believe that I've

turned myself over to anyone so completely. John isn't just 'anybody,' though, and it

seems completely natural. I love it. I love that my body pleases him. I love what he

does to my body and how it makes me feel. I love him, love him, love him. Mmm, that feels

nice.

His lips and tongue finally reached my outer lips, and his kisses and licks started feeling even better. I knew I was smooth and hairless there, like a baby, and John seemed to like

that. I opened my eyes and raised my head, trying to see what he was doing, but that part

of me was mostly hidden from my view. I could feel the wet tip of his tongue reaching into

the split between my lips and start working up and down, spreading them.

Then his warm, wet tongue found my entrance, probed gently and it started feeling very,