Chapter 77

"Well then, we'll be careful with you, but I doubt we'll be doing anything life-threatening." Sam gave her a worried look. "You know the first time is likely to hurt, right? Maybe even for a day or two."
"I know." She was an innocent, but she had talked to her older sisters.
He checked his notepad. "Are you likely to vanish the moment the act is done or will you finish out your ten days before you move on?"
"I believe I'll stay the full ten days then be gone for good on November first."
"That's too bad in a way, but good for you, I suppose." He tapped his list with one long finger. "Before we do anything else, I want to set some ground rules. The first is you tell me openly and honestly if there's anything I do that hurts, frightens or offends you. I promise to stop immediately. But I need you to also be honest about your pleasure. I can't deal with someone lying there like an inflatable doll while I fuck her. If you want to explore sex with me, you have to be a willing and active participant."
Evie's womb clenched when he said the word fuck. She'd never heard it spoken aloud, at least not directly to her. Sam and his brothers had used it a lot when moving furniture into the house, though in a far different sense.
"I promise," she whispered, wetting lips that had gone suddenly dry. All the moisture in her body was between her legs.
"Tonight I want to kiss you. Then I'm going to lie in my bed and watch a couple videos - I think you might find those 'educational' as well. And I want you to try to talk to me. Tomorrow, we'll take things a little further...and so on each night until I think you're ready for the big step. Does that sound reasonable to you?"
"It does."
He stood and held out his hand. "Then come with me, Evie."
"Where?"
"To my room. I want to kiss you someplace comfortable."
"Very well." She took his hand and stood, allowing him to guide her into the big, well-lit bedroom. Sam eased down onto the bed and pulled her onto his lap.
"Are you comfortable?"
"Yes." Her hands splayed across his chest, barely covered by the thin knit T-shirt. He was so warm, so vital.
He slid one hand into her hair and one wrapped around her waist, holding her against him. She gazed up into his eyes, not blinking, as he lowered his mouth to hers then touched her cool lips for a brief flutter of a kiss.
"Ah, Evie. So soft. All I want to do is warm you up."
"You do, Sam. You make me feel hot inside, and all - tingly."
"That, sugar, is what a man likes to hear." This time his kiss was harder, hotter. His tongue flicked across her lips, and she opened wide. She'd been kissed before - none of this was unfamiliar, but with Sam, it seemed more intense, more intimate than it even had with Gervase, her fiancé. Which could be because he didn't care about you, she reminded herself. Then she quit thinking and gave herself up to Sam's kiss.
She met his tongue with her own, exploring him as he had her. When his hand slid up her side to cup her breast, she shifted, leaning into his touch. She moved one of her hands up to sift through his silky long hair, loving the smooth, soft texture of it. Her peaked nipples rasped against her sturdy cotton brassiere, and she knew her knickers were soaked with arousal, just as she could feel the press of his erection, even through their layers of clothing.
And just as his thumb grazed across her swollen nipple, she started to fade away.
No. Not yet.
"I heard you, Evie. Keep talking to me." She couldn't feel him anymore, but she could still see him, sitting on the bed, his expression intent.
Sam? Can you really hear me? She barely dared to believe it.
"I can. Keep trying, sugar. I'm right here for you."
This is wonderful!
"I think it's pretty cool too. Now what say we expand your horizons a little?"
You mean to show me something on television?
"It's a pornographic video. Do you know what that means?"
I think so. My, that should be interesting. I'm sitting here beside you on the bed now. I've left your lap.
"Can you touch yourself while you're immaterial? Feel your own fingers on your skin?"
She shook her head then remembered he couldn't see her. I don't think so. But had she ever tried? She knew she couldn't feel anything else, but could she touch her own skin? She lifted a finger to her lips. There was a trail of pressure where the two would have touched if she'd been solid. I can. How exciting.
"Good. Now if you feel like it during the film, I want you to touch yourself. Rub your nipples if they ache, touch your pussy if you want, even play with your clit until you come. Have you ever had an orgasm before, Evie?" His voice had grown thick and guttural, and he rubbed his hand across the prominent bulge in his denim trousers.
No.
"Then let's see what we can do about that, shall we?" He picked up the remote control from the nightstand and turned on the huge, flat television that hung on the far wall like a painting.
She'd watched televisions over the shoulders of the various homeowners over the years, and the advances in the medium had been amazing. This was the first time, though, that she'd ever watched anything intended specifically for her.
Oh my goodness! The very first images the television showed were blatantly indecent. A naked woman stood before a full-length mirror, fondling her own enormous breasts.
"I picked this one because the clerk at the video store told me it opened with this scene - one woman all alone, pleasuring herself." Sam pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the floor beside the bed then leaned back against the headboard and crossed his arms behind his head. "She's nowhere near as pretty as you, but I thought maybe you'd get the idea from her about how to enjoy your own body."
Well, she certainly seems to be enjoying herself. Evie would rather look at Sam - his broad, muscular chest with its thin mat of dark hair was mouth-wateringly beautiful. The woman on the screen began to whimper and moan as her nipples darkened and puckered under her flame-red fingertips. Her hair was blonde, though her dark eyebrows gave away her natural coloring. That doesn't look natural at all.
"Yes, sweetheart, her hair color is artificial. So are her boobs - have you heard about silicone implants?"
No. They can do that? Put something inside to make a woman's breasts larger?
"Larger and perkier. Natural ones that size hang differently." He licked his lips. "I can't wait to see yours, Evie. I'll bet they're far prettier than hers. Remember, this is just a cheap imitation of the real thing, but it's supposed to be educational...and titillating."