I’m writing this in the early morning, about 5 am. Amy is stirring in the bed beside me, so I have one hand on her,and she is hugging my arm while she sleeps.
I type now with my left hand.
Her breathing is deep,and even.
She rests naked under the duvet. When I move my hand gently on her she makes little happy sounds. I find her nipple, already partially erect, and as I cradle her breast she awakes enough to kiss my arm faintly.
She may not remember this moment by dawn.
She settles again.
I watch her in the darkness.
I know so little about her.
She showed me her high school yearbook last night. A pretty 18 year old in a tiny sundress, president of her sororiety – did I spell that last word right? She’ll let me know. She spells everything right. She is scary smart.
I read her last post. I knew she was an anal virgin; I didn’t know she had had someone try to fuck her ass though, and stopped them. I was sure she had told me she had never done it because no one had ever been interested. So somewhere the story got confused. Like I said, so much to learn.
I’m teasing her nipple gently and she’s moving just the tiniest little bit under my touch, and giving a breathy little whimper as she squirms.
I will learn a lot about her by what she writes here. There are so many accidental secrets between us, and stories we have yet to share. Good stories, and dark ones. I know the first time she had sex she was date raped. I don’t know much about it other than that.
But we will learn.
We talk of many things, science, religion, sex; even sealing wax and kings. Her mind she calls a monkey mind; always active. When I tell her a story I rarely finish it, as it always spurs a new thoughts in her own head that bursts to get out. If I am patient, I get the chance to speak again and finish what I am telling her.
If I am wise, I keep silent and learn more about her.
She has awakened briefly, and now presses against me. My hand slowly strokes her bare shoulder and back.
I am deeply in love with her.
I remember talking to her on the phone after my first month of knowing about her, and long before we ever met. We talked about D/s relationships, and something she said about service made me say she might want to be a slave. Neither of us wanted that; her to be a slave, nor me to have one, and yet here we are.
We are both learning.
About each other.
She is awake now; her back to me. My hand discovers a fully erect firm nipple, then another as I slowly explore her breasts. Her naked ass wiggles warmly against my leg, and she makes the soft, soft sounds of a woman who feels the need of a man come upon her.
Dawn is coming.
But we begin, as any couple, in the dark.