"So Friday night was a little rough," Miranda shrugged. "It's gonna happen from time to time."
Steve was holding Laura's hand tightly as she squirmed uncomfortably in her seat.
"I just don't know how often we can do that. Don't get me wrong," Laura said, "I loved being touched again, but it was just so frustrating. Honestly, I don't know how anyone can fool around like that without going all the way."
Miranda laughed. "Oh, c'mon, Laura. You must have been felt up by a couple of guys before you lost your virginity."
Laura shook her head. "No," she said firmly. "Steve and I saved everything for our wedding night. I mean, everything. All I've ever done with other guys is make out."
"Wow," Miranda said. "I knew you saved yourselves for your wedding night, but I had no idea you meant everything everything."
Steve squeezed her hand. He was glad they had saved everything everything.
"Look, if that's the case, maybe we need to take a minute and think like those teenagers you never were. How did people fool around with their partners and still save some things for later?"
Laura and Steve glanced at each other. They both had answers to that question, but neither wanted to say them in front of the other.
"What if you tried masturbating together?" she asked.
Steve quickly pulled his hand away from Laura.
"I don't even feel comfortable doing that myself. I don't wanna do that in front of Steve," she complained.
"Ok," Miranda said thoughtfully. "What about a little dry humping?"
Steve pulled at his collar.
"Steve," Miranda said firmly, "we've talked about this. Some of these things simply don't have good names."
Steve took a deep breath and nodded.
"So," she grinned, "dry humping?"
Laura looked at Steve. "That's not that different from what we do while we kiss. We just have to get a little closer together and grind a bit more."
Steve took another deep breath and nodded. "We can definitely try."
"And if you do it right, you'll both get a little relief. You can achieve orgasm that way."
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Night 25 –
"How's that feel?" she purred in his ear.
"Soooo goooood," he replied.
Laura was straddling him, wearing nothing but a sexy, revealing nightie and a thong. She had been wearing her nighties with him for several days now, and his choices had gotten braver. It was black and completely transparent. It had wired cups that held her breasts in place, and it had to because the lacy fabric around the bust came to a deep, pointed V-neck well below her breasts and halfway to her navel. Its flowy skirt was extremely short, not even fully covering her butt cheeks. There was a long slit up the side rising all the way to the highest point of her hip bone.
He bravely slipped his hand in that slit as he gripped her hips. She giggled as she felt his thumb tickle the waistband of her thong.
She sat up straight and rested her hands on his chest. "Can I start grinding on you, baby?" she asked softly.
He nodded slowly and took a deep breath. He could already feel so much of her. He was only in boxers.
She shifted her hips forward and back, slowly and ever so gently. She smiled as she heard his sharp intake of breath. She made the same motion again and again, not changing anything. As she got a little braver, her hips started to move more with each grind. She moaned softly. "You feel so good, baby," she purred.
"So do you," he replied, "and you look so sexy."
Laura smiled brightly. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," he affirmed.
Laura leaned lower, her breasts brushing against his chest. She kissed him deeply. "Ohhh," she gasped as she broke the kiss.
Steve reached up to her face and stroked it gently. "I love you," he whispered.
"I love you, too," she promised.
He pushed her off of him and climbed on top of her. "Is this ok?" he asked gently.
"Yes. God, yes. This is everything," she panted.
He reached his hand up to her left breast. He massaged it gently as he leaned in to kiss her again. He pressed his pelvis between her legs again and started to rub himself against her, just like she had been doing on top of him. He moved lower and started to kiss her neck. He growled loudly as she started to grind back against him, sucking on her neck harder. "OH, LAURA, I LOOOOOOVE YOU," he exploded quickly.
Laura's eyes widened as she felt a small wet spot on his boxers between them. "Oh," she said softly. She rubbed his back gently and pulled him closer. "Oh, that's ok. That's completely ok."
Steve pulled away slightly and looked at her. She was surprised by the serene and gleeful look on his face. She had expected him to be a little embarrassed. "Wow. That was… incredible," he panted.
Laura looked away nervously. "Good. I'm glad you enjoyed it."
"I did," he nodded. "I really, really did." He looked away from her eyes. "Did you… finish?"
Laura's eyes widened in a panic. "Um… Well, no. Not exactly."
"Oh," Steve frowned as she pushed him off of her and sat up. "Were you close?" He sat up next to her.
Laura smiled tightly. "I'm sure I would have… eventually."
"Laura, I'm getting the feeling that maybe you didn't like that? And you know how Miranda says we always have to be honest."
Laura sighed and nodded. "I'm sorry, Steve. I'm not trying to hide anything from you. I liked it, it's just… It was over kind of fast. I think we probably need more practice before I'm going to be anywhere close to coming."
Steve smiled softly. "I wouldn't mind practicing this again."
"I'd like that." Laura grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly. "Thank you for taking this step with me tonight, Steve."
He leaned in and kissed her gently. "I have to go clean up, ok?"
Laura nodded. "Yeah," she agreed. As Steve climbed out of bed, she lay back deeper in it. When she heard the shower turn on, she started to cry. She reached for the wedding picture on his nightstand and placed it in bed next to her. She looked down at her handsome, sexy, loving husband. "I miss you, baby," she whispered. "Please come back to me soon. I miss you so much."
