She came over to me and sat on my lap. We kissed for a minute, but then I swatted her bottom and told her we needed to get dressed, so we could eat. After we dressed, we went to the kitchen table, where Antonia had food already laid out. As we ate, Antonia asked me several questions in English, and also asked Christie several questions (sometimes in English and sometimes in their mother tongue). Antonia must have liked the answers because she was smiling a lot.
The dinner was one of the weirdest experiences I have ever had. At one point, I’m pretty sure that Antonia asked Christie about the screams she heard earlier, and Christie excitedly told her (I think) about her orgasm and how good it felt.
Antonia kept glancing over at me and smiling, so I guess she approved of the way I had treated her daughter. I’m sure that she was sad that I hadn’t already gone all the way with Christie, but I wanted Christie to have a great first experience if I could.
Truthfully, I didn’t understand most of what was being said at the dinner table, but when I asked for a translation, either Antonia or Christie would usually tell me what was said. That was the only way I could stay halfway involved in the conversation.
After dinner, I gave Antonia my hotel address information. I also told her that Christie wouldn’t have to do anything she didn’t want to do. She thanked me, and told Christie to take good care of me because I was a special man. Then she said something to Christie in their mother tongue, kissed me on my cheek, and showed us out the door.
As we walked to the tricycle parking area, I asked Christie to tell me what her mom said just before we left. “She said ‘I expect you to return a woman. This is your chance at happiness.'”
“Wow,” I replied. “First of all, that is a lot to lay on you. Second, I am NOT responsible for your happiness. Only you can be responsible for that. You can’t count on others to make you happy.”
“I know that, Pete,” she replied. “But you are making me very happy right now.”
“And what happens in a week when I fly out of here. It may be three months or so before I return. Will you still be happy then?”
“I understand that, Pete,” she said. “When you are away, I will be somewhat sad, but I will look forward to your return.”
“And if I don’t return?” I asked. “Then what? I have a very dangerous job, and it isn’t likely the Air Force will tell you if I get killed. Are you OK with that?”
“How can anybody be OK with that?” she asked. “But If you don’t come back to me, then I will assume that it was God’s will, and I will go on.”
“That was what I needed to hear,” I said. “Now let’s go to my room and get to know each other much better.”
Once we got back to Fields Avenue, I got orange juice and ice, and we went to the room. She was impressed by the size and appearance of my room. I went into the bathroom to make our orange juice and ice drinks. There was no Everclear in her drink because I wanted her to be able to back out at any time. I could see that this might actually become a long-term relationship, and I wanted her clear-headed.
I suggested that we take a shower together before doing anything else. I told her that I would undress her and then she could undress me before we got into the shower. The undressing party was fun, and both of us got a bit playful in the process. Still, being a virgin, she was a bit shy at times. It is interesting to me that no two virgins are the same or react the same way to new experiences. Christie was ready for this and was enthusiastic.
We got into the shower and scrubbed each other’s bodies thoroughly. Yes, there was plenty of touchy-feely and kissing, but nothing serious. When we were finished, we dried each other, and retired to the bedroom. I laid a towel down on the bed, and Christie asked what it was for. It told her it was to save the sheets in case she bled when we had sex. She blushed, nodded and lay down on the towel.
“I’m ready,” she said, and spread her legs.
I had to laugh. “You may think you are ready, but I will get you even more ready before we actually make love. Technically, I guess that everything we have already done is part of making love, but you know what I mean, actual sex.
I crawled onto the bed next to her and drew her to me. I kissed her tenderly on the lips, gradually increasing the passion. She was right about being a good follower. Christie’s passion increased right along with mine. As we kissed, I started playing with her nipples, which quickly got long and hard as they became stimulated. Even her areolas puffed up more.
I sucked her earlobes (which she loved) and then kissed down her neck to her breasts. To say that her nipples welcomed me would be an understatement, and her breasts almost jumped at me, filling my mouth amidst sighs and squeals coming from her. Christie was getting ready in a hurry, but I still wanted to play with her pussy more before we moved to the main event.
I figured that it would be fine if she could have multiple orgasms, if we could manage it. It turned out that multiple orgasms were definitely no problem for Christie. She climaxed while I was suckling her breasts and then again when I was rubbing her pussy with my fingers.
Then, when I moved my focus south, she climaxed twice while I sucked her clit and stretched her hymen further with my finger. My finger was up past the second knuckle inside her vagina, and her hymen hadn’t even torn at all. I was able to freely stroke her G-spot as I pummeled her clitoris with my tongue and lips.