During the next three weeks, Lucy's sex education and acclimatisation to sexual interaction continued.
Matt still thought he didn't see any substantive progress in dealing with what he guessed was her real problem -- Lucy being what he suspected was on the spectrum and the sensory issues that derived from that about being touched or in too close a contact with someone.
She would still lie almost frozen in place as Matt fingered her; her inner self screaming in a sort of mental pain at the invasion of her personal space. But at the same time, her body would appropriately respond to the stimulation of her erogenous zones and both the physical evidence of her response and her words suggested her orgasms were becoming more intense and pleasurable.
Like any aversion therapy, she was acclimatising to the trauma.
For the first time, on the previous Wednesday, they had both been naked. Matt correctly discerned that the real breakthrough there was Lucy presenting herself naked, rather than her tolerating Matt's nakedness. It was clear Lucy trusted him and was not intimated by his naked body. But it was equally clear she was still struggling against her paralysing sense of modesty.
But even in that area, progress was being made.
Her breasts no longer seemed to be within the area of concern for private exposure. At her sister's, Kylie's, suggestion, they had both for a couple of weeks now, had dinner with Matt while the girls were dressed in nothing more than their tiny bikini bottoms as a deliberate way of acclimatising Lucy to breast exposure and it was something she seemed to have grown increasingly relaxed about -- at least in the company of Matt and her sister.
It just happened to be a suggestion that Matt was the principle beneficiary of; making the dinners increasingly entertaining for him too.
Lucy had also seemed to have adjusted to the minimalist covering of her sexual organs by the tiny bikini pants that had formed the last line of the defence of her modesty.
But she had been very reluctant to give up that last line of defence.
Matt by now was well familiar with Lucy telling him at the start of each session what the objectives for that day were. And he could see in that her sister's influence. He knew it was something the two sisters talked about and decided on well before he became involved.
Twice the removal of her pants and the presenting of herself naked had been on the list. And twice Lucy had demurred at the last moment, instead having him finger her with his hands down her pants.
But the previous Wednesday they had finally come off and Matt had for the first time, fingered to a climax, a completely naked Lucy.
But Lucy's stress in achieving that objective was there to see. She had removed them while sitting on the bed at the very last moment and, instead of neatly folding them and putting them on her dresser as she had always done with the bikini top since that had been part of the routine, she flopped onto her back the moment they were off, holding them tensely in her far hand. And they'd gone back on the very moment she'd finished her climax; before bringing things to a finish with the now routine hand job on Matt.
Matt had tried not to add to her discomfort by being seen to take too much interest in the sight of her nakedness. But he had been teased by it for too long not to take some opportunity to view it. That was mainly as he leaned over her body to suck her far breast as he fingered her; the half turn of his head down her body letting him twist his eyes far enough to see where his fingers disappeared below her mons and between her legs.
It confirmed what his fingers and the tightly fitted bikini pants she normally wore had already told him. Like her sister, she had the most beautiful and sensuously bulging mons; with her crease extending half way up the front of it. Except Lucy's was covered in a sparse well-trimmed mat of pubic hair, whereas Kylie's was devoid of any covering.
It had, from the first time she did it, surprised Matt (and no less Kylie and maybe even Lucy), that Lucy engaging with his erection for the purpose of a hand job wasn't the problem he thought it would be. As she knelt alongside Matt after her own climax, she'd quickly got the hang of using both hands wrapped around his shaft to being him to a climax, using his pre-cum and dribbles of saliva to lubricate it. She even took some interest and pleasure in watching his ejaculate shoot all over his lower chest and stomach; although wasn't keen to touch the stuff.
Lucy's response to her complete nakedness had been only slightly better the following Sunday. Which was why he was surprised by a call he had from Kylie the following Tuesday. It was to give him a heads up that Lucy planned to straddle and non-penetratively ride him for the usual Wednesday night session the following evening.
Matt first of all had to ask what a 'non-penetrative riding' was. Kylie explained that it was Lucy straddling him and rubbing her clit up and down his erection as he lay under her. The girls thought it would be a good intermediate path to more serious things.
He then questioned whether Lucy was really ready for it, given her obvious stress at being fully naked. Kylie indicated it was largely Lucy's idea.
It was only then Matt raised an idea that he'd been playing with for a while to mark the first time there was serious sexual interaction between them. It had always concerned him that in her 31 years Lucy had never been on a date; never even been asked on one. Why such an attractive woman had never even been hit on for a date he couldn't fathom; but it was time she was. He added that getting her just tipsy enough to reduce her inhibitions and nerves might be useful too.
Kylie liked the thought, but indicated Lucy clearly had the final say; telling Matt Lucy was aware of the conversation they were having, so Matt could ask her assuming full knowledge of where things were heading.
And so Matt arranged a date with Lucy for the following night.
Matt rocked up to Lucy's at the appointed 7 pm, having quickly changed after work into a pair of well ironed chinos and an open necked collared shirt. With lace up shoes, he was definitely dressed a step up from his usual visiting clothes.
When Lucy answered the door, he nearly fell backwards down the stairs. She was dressed in a tightly fitted, mini sheath dress. The spaghetti shoulder straps supported small triangles covering her breasts that displayed a lot of cleavage and, as he soon enough discovered, a lot of her back.
This was not in any way Lucy's style and he correctly guessed it was probably one of Kylie's dresses she'd been 'forced' to wear by Kylie. Forced, in the sense she'd been encouraged and cajoled by Kylie to the point she'd agreed.
She looked cock-growingly stunning. Probably better in it that Kylie might have looked because of Lucy's slightly slimmer waist. And had she been going around in this style of clothing, instead of her usual figure hiding style, there would have been no way this would have been her first date.
