It was on a sunny afternoon as they sat hidden behind the hedge, kissing each other, when Natasha reached for his hand, placing it upon her breast.
She could sense his nervousness, as he blushed red. "Do not be afraid Illyusha, it is good."
She undid her white blouse, exposing her breasts to him, and he stared with curiousity. They reminded him of buds waiting to blossom and he followed her directions as she taught him to use his mouth and tongue.
She lifted her skirt, guiding him in the ways of making love.
He'd never felt anything like it.