All Grown Up (Emiko's Story): Chapter 2

With visions of Rhett ravishing me already dancing in my head I enter the room boldly and confidently.  I see it as I had left it earlier.  Dimmed lights, flickering scented candles, and soft music playing the background.  I wanted to help Bret out by setting the mood right.  The moment I see Bret literally trembling on our bed I slow things way down.  

“Hey Bret.”  I say kindly as I shut the door behind me.

He glances my way, just for an instant, before staring back down at the floor.  “Hi.”  He peeps.

Now that I saw him in the flesh my expectations for the evening start to dim.  I wasn’t sure if Bret was as ready as he thought he was when he agreed.  Even if we did start doing anything he might not be able to perform given his nerves.  I felt for him.  This might have been too much too fast.  I move to the bed and sit down beside, careful to keep a little space between us.  I wait to see if would do or say anything before I finally speak.

“Are you okay Bret?”  I say softly.

“Y-yeah.”

“Do you still want to do this?”  I let it come through in my tone that there would be no judgment if he wanted to back out.

There is a long pause before he says in a very timid voice.  “Yes.”

I take a good look up and catch him peek my way again, his eyes linger ever so briefly at the V shaped bit of flesh exposed at my chest.  In that brief look I knew he spoke the truth.  He was overwhelmed but he very much wanted to do this.

“Good.”  I say brightly.  “May I touch you?”

He nods too rapidly and too eagerly, revealing his veiled excitement.  Very gently I place my hand on his thigh, simply to let it rest there so that he became comfortable with being touched.  I can’t help but smile as his face goes pure pink with an intense blush as he stares down at my slender hand.  Adorable!  A bit too adorable honestly as memories of the pimply faced youth I’d met when Rhett first introduced me to his family flash through my mind.  I swiftly push those images from my mind’s eye and keep my focus on the dashing grown man that now sat beside me.

Slowly, verrrry slowly, I feel his tense body start to relax and the blush partially drain from his face.  

When I think he is settled I say.  “Would you like to touch me Bret?”

Again he quickly nods.  “Y-yes.  Very much.”

I grin at his blossoming bravery, I could sense how tough this was for him.  “I would like that too.”  I encourage.

His finger twitches once, twice, then a third time before he moves his hand to my bare knee.  He stares at it as he very subtly rubs the soft skin of my leg.  I bit more boldly than him I massage his thigh in return.  “Feels nice, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.”  He whispers.  “It’s….so soft.  Your skin is so soft.”

“Why thank you.”

“You-you’re very…p-pretty.”  He stammers without looking up.  “That was a stupid thing to say!”

“That was not stupid.  It was a very nice thing to say.  Thank you Bret.”  I say warmly.  “I think you’re very handsome.”  I lean in to rest my shoulder against his.  “I wouldn’t have agreed to this if I didn’t.”

Pulling his hand back he shakes his head.  “No, I’m not.”

Normally I would have thought it false modesty, a cute guy like this, but I knew Bret’s low esteem was as real as it got.  I had to be very gentle with him or risk making it worse.  I take him by the wrist and place his hand back on my knee.  “Yes, you are.”  I pat his hand.  “You are a good looking man Bret.  Trust me, I know a thing or two about good looking men.”

He sighs and his shoulders slump.  “Not like Rhett.”  He whispers.  “He’s tall and strong.  I’m…not.”

“No, not like Rhett.”  I confess.  “You are handsome in your own way.  You don’t need to compare yourself to anyone.  Be proud of who you are.”

He takes a fortifying breath and sits a bit taller again.  Turning to look at me he stutters nervously.  “Wh-what…what should we d-do now?”

I try to look him in the eyes but his gaze is elusive.  “This is your night.”  I stroke my hand up his arm.  “What do you want to do?”  He shivers as my fingers trace along the tender flesh of his slim elegant neck.

“I…don’t know.”

“That’s okay.”  I whisper.  “How about I take the lead until you are ready, mmm?”

“Okay!”  He blurts out.

I rise and turn.  His baby blue eyes bulge as I straddle his thighs and lower myself to sit on them and face him.  He swallows hard yet again.  I give him an encouraging smile and rub my hands over his lean chest.  I am surprised by the firmness and definition I feel beneath his shirt.  Bret may be naturally lithe but he had some muscles hidden under there.

“How’s this?”  I croon.

“G-good!”

“Good.”  I say in a sultry tone as I let a bit of naughtiness peek through my warm supportive expression.  The type of come hither look that could grab a man’s attention from across a crowded room.  I didn’t mind being his teacher but we were adults about to do very adult things.  I needed him to step up if we were to continue.  “Why don’t you…untie the belt.”  My eyes flit downward.

His gaze slowly lowers, his eyes panning down my body, until it focuses on the sash holding my robe together.  He lets out a long quiet breath then looks back up at me and I see the first real spark of lust light up inside of him.  It was such a fragile and beautiful sight to behold.  Right then I knew for certain that this was actually going to happen.  Tonight I would make a man out of Bret.

With fumbling hands he unties my belt, his fingers sweaty and trembling.  They linger there at the loose part in my robe.  In a voice so quiet I could barely make it out he says.  “Y-you…do it.”

All at once I pull the blue silk robe apart and in one smooth motion pull it from my shoulders and allow it to slip from my arms behind me and onto the floor.  I sit upon his legs, our bodies not even a foot apart, as naked as I could be.

“Hoh!”  He cannot hold back a loud gasp as his pale blue eyes widen at the sight of my lean, smooth, nude body.  I arch my body, showing it off, and shake my head slightly to let my long straight black hair waver down my back.  Bret, wide eyed and slack jawed, gawks at my small pouting breasts, the stiffness of my tawny brown nipples gave away my own growing arousal.  He glances to my slender arms and soft pale belly and once even down at my trimmed black muff, but always his eyes snap right back to the tits staring back at him.  He was far too innocent to be able to play it cool, his need for me emanated off of him like heat from a fire.  I drank it up.

There is nothing quite like the feeling of having a man you like ogle and openly desire you.  It felt…powerful, special, and so very feminine.  In this case, I had two such men desiring my body.  I shoot the camera near the ceiling above the headboard a very quick glimpse.  I could feel their eyes on me, the two brothers, and oh how I loved it.  What was Rhett thinking right now as he watched us?  Was he already hard?  Was he consumed with jealousy?  Was he enjoying this or having regrets?  I would have loved to know.  I had faith that if things went beyond his comfort zone he would come up and put and end to this.  I bring my focus back to the moment and my young playmate.

“Like what you see?”  I trill playfully.

“Yeah!”  He peeps.  “Wow!”

“He he he.”  I chuckle at his ebullient adoration.  He was enjoying himself now.  I quietly hoped he didn’t pop off in his pants such was his barely contained exuberance.  “I’m not too old?”  I tease as I lift my arms high and sway my body seductively.  Yeah, I was fishing for a compliment.  But that is a woman’s right.

“NO!”  He insists, but says no more.  He was far too smitten with my sexy body to be able to muster any sweet talk.  Fair enough, I’d give him some pointers of the finer details at a later date.

“Good.”  I say with a suggestive smirk.  “Okay, I showed you mine now let’s see yours.  Fair is fair.”

He doesn’t answer, I’m not even sure he heard me he was so mesmerized by my tits, so I reach down and start to peel his shirt up his torso.  He flinches for a moment, resisting it, before soon relaxing and raising his arms for me despite the embarrassment I already saw in his meek expression.  I have no clue where the kid got the idea that his body was something to be ashamed of.  As I pull the shirt from him and toss it to the side of the bed the body that reveals itself is fucking hot!  I am taken aback for a moment, I hadn’t expected this.  This kid either worked out or was blessed with incredible genetics.  His slender waist tapered up to slightly wider shoulders and while not ripped the lovely graceful contours of his muscles could be seen through the very little fat he carried.  He even had the hint of a six-pack.  His body was smaller, paler, and with WAY less hair than his big brother’s but god damn he was well put together.  It was a damned shame he hid this smokin hot physique beneath such ill fitting clothes.  In the right outfit he would turn some heads.  Another thing I would have to give him advice on when the time was right.

“Mmm, nice!”  I say, letting my honest attraction to his body shine through the words as my finger tips trace the swooping lines of his physique.  I see goosebumps rise at my light caress.  “Very nice.  You have a great body Bret.  Mmmm, you shouldn’t hide it like you do.  Very sexy.”

“Th-thank you.”  He says sheepishly, his shuddering breath catches as my tracing fingers entice him.  “Oh wow!”

Not wanting him to become too passive I urge him to action.  Batting my eyes I say.  “Don’t you want to touch me too Bret?”

For an answer he suddenly bring both his hands up and slaps them clumsily down onto my tits.  His face reddens as I giggle at his awkward, though endearing, first touch of a woman.  “Right to the good stuff, huh?”

His blush brightens another shade of pink but he does not pull his hands away.  His bashfulness was no match for his young awakening libido.

Chapter 3