He toed his boots off and then followed her to the bed. They both sat down and looked at each other awkwardly. He offered a small chuckle.

"You'd think I hadn't done this before," he said.

"I'm making you uncomfortable," she replied looking upset. "I thought I knew…I read books about…but…I don't know what to do."

"Sure you do," he reassured her, "You spend time watching birds and butterflies and bees. Ain't that how we usually explain to young 'uns about such things?"

"That's not what I meant. Should I just lay back? Are you ready?"

"If we was in some sort of hurry then maybe that would be it," he answered, "Don't take much for a man to be ready. I ain't sure you're ready."

"I told you…"

"That ain't the kind of ready I meant. I mean ready in the same way I am."

"I don't understand."

"I know," he said, "It's just…this is probably going to hurt some. I've heard it does the first time. And it ain't as good as it can be if you aren't well…ready."

"You can just go ahead. I've made you wait long enough."

"You ain't made me do nothing," he said simply, "You told me what you wanted. I want you to know that it can feel…good. We could've walked in here and just done it. It would've been terrible for you and that wouldn't go too far in making it good for me either. I can't just…I ain't like that."

"I wouldn't have known the difference."

"I know…that's why I can't be like that."

"Does it hurt a lot, do you think?" Kate's hands began to shake at the fear suddenly overtaking her. It was a struggle to keep the shaking from her voice.

"Not if I can help it," he answered softly.

He reached to her and lifted her chemise over her head discarding it onto the floor. The blush that crept to her cheeks at being so quickly exposed only drove him. His fingers traced lightly her collarbone and down to her full and awaiting breasts. She sucked in air sharply as his fingers found her nipples. Her eyes were wide as she looked at him and he drew his hands away and leaned to her.

"Exactly how much do you really know from books about this?" he asked tenderly.

"I know what goes where," she replied looking at the crotch of his pants with apprehension.

"Have you ever even seen a naked man before?"

She shook her head looking ashamed but he leaned and planted a small kiss on her cheek.

"Have you ever touched yourself to feel good?"

Her eyes flew to him in shock that he would suggest such a thing and he chuckled.

"You do have a lot to learn," he said softly, "No shame in being a good girl though or at least waiting for a guy who makes you feel something. It's awful flattering for a guy like me. But we do have our work to do. Saying you know what you're doing is like me saying I know about England 'cause someone showed me a map."

She tried to smile at him and he admired the valiant attempt but she was feeling a little low and frightened. He could see her cross her arms over her chest.

"First thing we got to get straight is that you are beautiful and I like looking at you. And you should especially not be embarrassed about those. Those are pretty damned impressive. I think that's a good thing so please stop acting so bashful. It don't ring true to you. A woman who could speak up and ask for what she wanted the way you did ain't bashful."

She dropped her arms from across her front and just sat there looking at him.

"The second thing is that I need a promise from you that you're going to keep speaking up. Maybe not all men want to know if they're doing something right but I do. Something don't feel good, you let me know. Something does feel good and don't get shy about telling me that either. Agreed?"

Kate nodded.

"Okay then," he went on noticing that talking to her was somehow relaxing the tension he had seen overtake her body. If he kept talking then maybe he could get her to relax enough. "It's time to lose these."

He reached and tugged at the drawstring on her pantaloons and gestured for her to stand and let him rid her of them. Then urged her to sit down. Next he unfastened his pants and slid them off. He didn't stand before her and just sat a moment in silence letting her get accustomed to their mutual nudity. He saw the skin of her breasts pull tight over her hardening nipples.

"Are you cold?" he asked and she shook her head. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

Kate didn't understand why her answer made him smile. Then he reached to her. He spoke as he moved explaining everything he did.

"Reason I asked is there ain't too many reasons for this," he said as he grazed the backs of his knuckles softly over one of her hardened nipples. "Cold can do it but I was hoping maybe you was excited. Might be fear too but I hope it isn't."

She tried to shake her head but it wasn't honest.

"Maybe a little," she admitted.

"No need for that."

"I know."

He chuckled lightly at her.

"Knowing and feeling ain't always the same thing, are they?"

She shook her head and wondered how he knew just what to say to her to put her at ease—or as close to at ease as she thought she might get.

"We're taking this slow," he said gently, patiently, "Because I like certain things when I am with a woman and one of them is seeing her in pleasure. And because you deserve someone who ain't rushing. I'm going to try to explain why I do what I do but ask if you don't understand and let me know if you're scared or if something don't feel good."

Her heart…when he spoke like that to her, it nearly filled to bursting. She chastised herself that love could not happen this fast but then he was so tender and gentle and sweet to her. She could have found herself attracted to a brute who would have had his way with her and been gone by now—possibly leaving her in pain. Instead there was this gentle dear man whose body made her belly turn to a swirling tempest within her. Perhaps she was falling in love.

He kissed her and she allowed her hands to rove over his chest and then she felt something that had her pulling away from him.

"Something wrong?" he asked.

She shook her head and ran her fingers over his now erect nipples.

"Does this mean the same thing for you that you said it did for me?"

He nodded.

"I ain't cold or scared either."

She found that sitting there facing him she could not keep her eyes from lowering to his lap. What she saw there frightened her but excited her at the same time. She felt moisture between her legs. That seemed an odd thing to happen. She felt her cheeks burn with her blush as Jimmy followed her eyes.

She watched him lie back and suddenly what had seemed just large and interesting before had grown to something almost fearful. But then not entirely so. Again she felt moisture gather between her legs. She was almost afraid to move for fear he would see the wetness.

He'd been waiting for her to be comfortable enough to address that. Slowly he laid down and looked over to her. He couldn't entirely help the proud smile at what rose straight up from his groin. But he tried to douse the smile some when he saw the panicked fear in her eyes. She couldn't stop staring at his erection.

Her fear was being conquered by something he recognized as curiosity. Her hands twitched more than once in her lap. His own hands ran up and down his length causing it to grow and harden all the more.

"You can touch me, you know," he said plainly, "I like it when you do. It feels good. Your hands are soft and they flutter all over me like the wings on that hummingbird earlier."

Tentatively she reached a hand and grazed her fingertips lightly over his manhood. She gasped as she brought her hand back and then extended her arm again and used a firmer touch. Before Jimmy knew it, she was on her knees kneeling at his side and studying his length. She tried touching lightly, firmly, gliding her fingernails over his highly sensitized flesh. She explored every inch of what he knew she had never seen before. Then she turned her attention to the sack of skin beneath and the orbs within it.

"It's all so soft," she said in wonder. "Like velvet or maybe even silk."

The corners of her mouth turned up every time something she said or did caused a twitch from the organ.

As much as he would have loved to have spent the entire night stretched out on her bed with her exploring and discovering the wonders of the male member, he knew that probably wasn't really what she wanted.

"Katie darlin'," he said with a strained voice. "That feels really good and I'd love to just have you do what you're doing but if you keep that up, nothing else is going to happen tonight. It's up to you but if you really want what you said you did then we need to revisit this another time."

Her hands went back to her lap.

"Sorry," she mumbled.

"Don't be. It's just that I ain't a kid no more and once I'm finished I'm probably finished for the night."

"Wh-what should I do now?" she asked him.

"Lay down," he instructed gently.

She did but eyed him warily.

"Does this mean I'm ready?" she inquired further.

"Probably not but it means I can reach everything I need to so you can be."

He settled on his side next to her and trailed his fingers aimlessly over her torso. He traced the base of her breasts, her collarbone, the curves of her hips, around her naval and back up again. He kept his hand securely above her waist and noted the small exhalation each time he refrained from venturing lower. Each time his fingers returned to her breasts he circled closer to her nipples until she was nearly whimpering for him to touch her there. He did. Lightly at first and then harder. He brought his mouth to one breast and flicked his tongue over the hardened peak. And then descended on it. He sucked and licked, twirling his tongue and even lightly raked his teeth over it.

Kate's breath was coming ragged and he could feel her heart beating soundly in her chest. He released her breast and lifted his head resting it near her ear.

"How's that feel?"

She couldn't respond.

"Is it good?"

She nodded. Then Jimmy took her hand in his.

"I want to show you something," he said bringing her hand with his down between her legs. She stiffened next to him. "It's okay. Trust me, please."

"But…it's…I can feel…it's wet," she said at last as if afraid he would up and run from her.

"It's supposed to be," he told her, "That's going to make everything so much easier."

"It's supposed to get wet?"

"If I'm doing things right it is. It means your body is starting to get ready."

"So you're going to put it in me now? Your…your…"

He didn't doubt for a moment that she knew what it was called. Probably knew more about proper and scientific terminology than he did but her analytical, intellectual demeanor had left and was replaced by a frightened girl.

"No," he assured her, "Not yet. I told you I wanted to show you something."

He guided her hand between her legs. Gently he felt around for the hardening and once he found it, he brought her index finger atop of it.

"That right there," he whispered in her ear. "That's your best friend."

He moved her finger to circle around and then press into the little nub. She sucked air in sharply and then moaned when she exhaled.

Next he took that same finger and pressed it between the folds there and into the slippery opening.

"It's so small," she squeaked, "How can…"

"It stretches," he told her.

"It can't stretch that much…"

"Yeah it can."

He let her hand rest at her side and then let his own fingers go to work. First he rubbed light circles over the hardened little bundle and then he slipped a finger into her. She wasn't lying; it was very tight in there. He couldn't help twitching against her and hoped that reminding her of what came next wouldn't frighten her more but it actually seemed to fuel her. She ground her hips into his hand demanding more of him. He worked more furiously over her until she cried out in pleasure.

Kate thought she might've gone blind for a moment but then everything came back to her starting as pinpoints of light and then expanding to become once again her room. Except that this wasn't her room anymore. Her room was a boring chamber where she read and dressed and slept and little else. This space was where she had just discovered her womanhood.

Her body trembled with the overwhelming sensations Jimmy had just brought to her and she sighed. Then she remembered why they were really there. She looked cautiously at him. He looked pleased with himself. He had a right to. She was surely pleased with him right then.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"I think so," she replied.

The words were pure heaven to Jimmy right then. He needed her so badly. He sat up and knelt between her legs. He pressed lightly at her entrance. Not enough to try to gain access but enough to announce his presence.

He looked down at her. Her breasts were smaller mounds for having spread across her chest; her hair lay about her head like a halo. Her green eyes looked to him with equal parts fear uncertainty, desire and lust.

Jimmy stretched his body over hers supporting his weight on his forearms. He kissed her deeply until she relaxed beneath him and then he began to push forward. She tensed at the intrusion and he paused. When he felt her tension leave he pushed into her a little more until she sucked her breath in sharply.

"You alright?" he whispered gently.

She nodded furiously with her jaw set stubbornly.

"Am I hurting you?"

"A little," she said blinking back tears.

"You have to relax for me, Katie. Trust me."

She nodded to him and took a deep breath letting it out and allowing him in a little more.

"Keep breathing. Just keep breathing."

He kissed her neck, lightly and shifted so that he could move a hand between them. He found the spot that he thought could distract her. Up until now he had been just stretching but he was now at the resistance that was her maidenhead. There was no stretching this, it would be torn. So he rubbed over her desire until he felt the moisture anew over his fingers and her hips trying to reach up and take more of him. He kept rubbing and pushed past the final resistance. She cried out and he hated the pain in her cry. He vowed he would only ever allow her to cry in bliss from here forward.

But he was in. Her entire body was rigid and she was holding her breath against him.

"I know," he whispered, "I know…it's alright. Just breathe and relax."

His fingers brushed away the tears that leaked from the corners of her eyes.

"Let me know when you're okay."

The burning pain was nearly blinding. He had tried to distract her from it but it hadn't really worked. But his words were soothing and his voice was too. It was like thunder rumbling in the distance. Soft and rippling. He said to relax and breathe so she did. As she let go of the tension, the feeling of having been ripped in two subsided and was replaced by a liquid fire in the pit of her belly. As foreign as this had seemed at first, somehow her body knew this was meant to be. She wasn't even sure what came next but whatever it was, she wanted it.

"I'm okay," she panted at him.

Jimmy pulled back slowly watching her face turn disappointed at his near absence and then slowly pushed back in. The muscles struggled once again with making room for him. But this time there was no cry of pain, no tears. Katie only moaned and half muttered, "Yes".

His movements were slow and deliberate at first, as much as to make this last for his sake as for hers. But soon, he thrust deeply enough to grind into just the right spots inside and outside of her that her eyes flew open in pleasured surprise and then fluttered nearly shut again in a nearly wanton display of desire.

That was the spot and that was the angle and that was the response that kicked things into high motion. He still fought to control himself but no longer worried for slow or deliberate. He allowed fevered and impassioned their full reign over him and moved forcefully and fast in and out of her.

She groaned and thrashed her head. With every thrust into her, he could see her breasts undulate as waves crashing into a shoreline. She alternately bit her lip and uttered half syllables. Even if he could make out all the words, he doubted he would have understood them all anyway. He watched her breathing come quicker and quicker and felt as she dug her heels into the mattress in order to push back into him. Soon she was babbling and screaming and her insides were pulling his release from him.

Kate had no idea what all was happening except that the welling of pleasure within her was overpowering all of her senses. In time she knew it would bubble over and it did. As it did, she felt a change in Jimmy. His body became tense with every thrust and each one rammed deeper into her, reaching places she hadn't known of before. Then he nearly roared above her. It was a sound that might come from a great animal—a lion maybe. And something was different in his thrusts as well. Something warm. His seed…she could feel it. Later it would cause a smile to flit across her face that, in the midst of all the other sensations, she could separate that one.

It was over now, she thought to herself. She was pretty sure. The strength seemed to go out of him and she worried she might be crushed but he caught his fall with his forearms and planted soft kisses on her lips and cheeks. His hips still rested heavy on her and slowly she could feel him slip from within her. It possibly should have been a relief but it wasn't. It felt as if he belonged there now and his absence almost made her cry. Nearly everything almost made her cry. She was suddenly overcome with emotion and felt like weeping and laughing and yelling to the rooftops about what had just transpired.

Her body was buzzing like the sound of hot bugs in the mid-summer. She wondered if this was why they buzzed like that. His arms still held her tight and that was good because she felt as if she had shattered into a million pieces and he was merely being kind enough to hold her together.

It didn't feel like simple kindness though. His arms around her felt almost desperate. She chanced a look at his face and was shocked at what she saw in Jimmy's eyes. They were filled with concern for her, with—well not love exactly, it was too soon for that, but affection, admiration. She lifted her hands without even thinking and placed one on each side of his face and kissed him deeply.

"You okay?" he asked looking deeply into her eyes.

She nodded unsurely, a gesture he returned. Then he rolled from atop her. She missed his weight; it was steadying, calming, warm. But then he pulled her tight to him. She could feel the warmth of his seed slowly leaving her. It ran out and some rested on her upper thigh. She could just reach down and touch it if she wanted to. She wanted to see it, see what it looked like, so she ran her fingers down and then brought them up to see. Her heart began to race and Jimmy turned to her in alarm. She wanted to hide her hand so he wouldn't see. He did though.

"It's alright," he soothed petting her hair and kissing all over her face. "That's normal. I thought knowing the scientific parts you'd already know that. I'm sorry. I should've warned you."

She couldn't stop staring at the blood on her fingers. There was something else with it as well. Something thick and white. She looked helplessly at him not even being able to voice her questions.

"I don't know the purpose of it, or if there is one even," he began in a soft and comforting whisper. "But there's something in there that has to tear away the first time. It don't grow back and I heard it don't bleed much. It's probably done now. Stay right here."

He pulled his arms gently from around her and climbed out of bed. She could see the blood on his…his…

'Penis, Katie,' she chastised herself internally. 'It's called a penis and you already knew that. Stop acting like some silly schoolgirl.'

She watched his every move. Maybe he was leaving. He got what men wanted from women. But then he was so different from any man she had known.

'And you know that how?' she asked herself. 'Because he acted nice until he could bed you? Men try extra hard to be with virgins, you know.'

He moved only to where his jacket rested on the floor. He reached into the pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. Then he moved to the pitcher and basin on her dressing table. He lifted the basin and smiled at the weight of it. She was transfixed on him as he poured water into the basin. Veins stood in his arms and she could watch every muscle roll under his skin as he turned and did what he needed to. First he dipped the handkerchief into the water and wiped the smears of blood from himself. Then he rinsed the square of cloth and crossed the room to her. He sat on the edge of the bed and then moved her legs so they were bent at the knees. It was very similar to how she had been when…the very thought filled her once again with desire for him. It was a desire she wasn't sure parts of her body could follow through on but it let her know that she wanted this again. He turned to face her, studying her body as she had once studied him.

His touch was gentle as he cleaned the blood away that evidenced their…their…what was it that she should call it. It wasn't love but it was too intimate almost to be anything but. Passion. Their passion.

Jimmy felt badly when he saw the blood. It had slipped his mind that there would be blood. Worse than knowing he had made her bleed, was the panic-stricken look on her face.

Once he had her cleaned up, he held her tight to him. She was shivering, trembling. He pulled the blankets over them and held her tighter until she relaxed into him and her trembling stopped.

"How was it?" he asked her gently.

"I-I…well…it was wonderful and it was frightening and it was painful…but mostly I think wonderful. I've never felt like that before. I never knew anyone could."

Tears were coming to the surface of her eyes as she spoke and she had all the wonder of a child seeing snow for the first time. He held her tighter and kissed the top of her head.

"The pain wasn't too bad?"

"I don't know," she said almost confused. "It hurt really badly but then it was as if I didn't care about it anymore. There was so much else to feel than the pain."

She looked up at him suddenly.

"Thank you."

He smiled and kissed her soundly.

"Believe me, the pleasure was mine."

She appeared to be on the verge of asking so many things. Jimmy wasn't sure he was up for her questions but then she stifled a yawn.

"You should get some sleep, Katie darlin'," he whispered into her hair. "I'll go if you want."

"Please don't," she said almost frantically. Her fingers dug nearly painfully into him holding him in place. "Stay with me. Hold me."

"Gladly."

So...that was fun. hehe...yeah, Jimmy enjoyed himself. There's more...there's lots more and if people like it well enough, it might be a series. So do we still like Katie darlin'? Jimmy does. hehehee...

So yeah...let me know what you think and stuff.-J