I could hardly wait to put on the beautiful new things John given me, but I carefully showered and 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 had been exciting and wonderful. I wasn't absolutely positive, but I was pretty sure that I'd like him touching me all over. Everywhere. I was almost certain I'd like that. A lot. I was sure he was going to do it, too, and that was a nice thing to anticipate, being touched and wondering how it would feel. I had heard girls in the dorm talking about not letting their boyfriends go too far, but the idea of not letting John do anything he wanted to me never entered my mind.
I don't think the concept of 'going too far' applies to John.
After drying myself thoroughly, brushing my teeth, and getting my ponytail into a blue scrunchy to match the 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 he 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 how to be sexy, and if I try I'll just look foolish. Best to just be myself and wear what he wants me to. I'm sure he 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'm eighteen and legally an adult. 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't find anything else to tie, snap, or button.
I guess that's the way it's supposed to be.
It took three tries to get it tied in a perfect bow. I had never had 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 stepped into those tiny little panties and found that they stretched to fit perfectly, but they sure didn't cover very much of me. The only panties I had ever worn were the up-to-the-navel 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 the panties off me. What is he going to think? He's almost twice my age and is 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 any panties on.
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 and just as light as the hair on my head. When I showered in the dorm, 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 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 just 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 the whole thing because I wasn't even old enough or mature enough to have pubic hair. I knew I was old enough, but I just hadn't gotten around to growing any. I stepped into the slippers. They were lovely, luxurious, only a tiny little bit too big, and, when I looked in the mirror, they 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 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. In the mirror, with the robe and mules, 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. I think it's about time I get a new hairstyle.
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 turned on a dim light 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, but just took me in his arms and I stood on my tiptoes while he kissed me very tenderly. After a moment I wanted to be kissed more deeply, so I 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, 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 have made 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 whispered that he wanted to see how I looked in my new nightie, and he sat back down in his chair. I had never been looked at that way before, and I felt very awkward but kind of excited, too. I could feel myself blush, but I turned around to model the nightie.
I feel like my nipples are shining through this thin fabric, 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 ..... do it, but I sure hope the lights are off.
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 return the sentiment. This was definitely the most intimate and passionate thing we had ever done together, and my feeling of embarrassment changed to pleasure, pleasure, pleasure.
Mmm
I opened my mouth wider, put my hand behind John's head, and kissed him back,
