“It’s swollen and warm.” He kept stroking, slow…fast…slow. When Tessa shivered again, he slid his fingers a little lower and gently pressed against the lips of her vagina. Tessa tensed.
“I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to. I just wanted to see how excited you are. Okay?”
Tessa nodded.
“You’re wet,” Jason whispered. “Your body says you want more. Do you?”
Tessa nodded, again.
“Ask for what you need.”
“I want you to touch my clit, and whatever else you touch, to…you know…”
“To make you come?”
Tessa shook her head and thought of years of marriage and months of her own “homework.” “I can’t come. But I want you to make me feel good.”
Jason kissed her forehead. “Because you’ve never had an orgasm doesn’t mean you can’t.” Jason began to massage her swollen clitoris. “Shall we just see what happens?”
Tessa’s response was to shift her bottom to put Jason’s fingers at the perfect angle.
“That a’ girl.”
Jason focused on pressure and pace—fast and slow—until Tessa began to squirm, eyes closed, lips slightly parted. She pressed her hips to meet Jason’s fingers and her breathing became rapid. But she plateaued, and the grimace on her face told Jason she was frustrated.
Jason slid his free hand under her bra and began to knead Tessa’s breast. Tessa groaned. He dipped his finger in Tessa’s wetness to lubricate her throbbing clitoris and stroked and massaged with a pressure unlike any Tessa had ever felt before. When he sensed she was right on the edge, he pinched Tessa’s nipple, bringing her almost to the point of pain, and taking her exactly where she longed to go. Tessa began to spasm. It wasn’t powerful, but it was.
When Tessa stopped quivering, she opened her eyes and looked at Jason.
“Was that what I think it was?”
“Congratulations.”
“It was…” Tessa struggled for words. “It was nice, but not exactly fireworks. Is there something wrong with me?”
Jason pulled his hand out, wiped it on a paper napkin, and pulled Tessa into a hug. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Most firsts aren’t fireworks. But now that you’ve opened yourself up to it, and your body is relaxed and receptive, I think it’s safe to say fireworks are in your future.”
Tessa cried while Jason held her. After a few minutes, she pulled herself together, Jason paid the bill, and they headed back to the Westberg. Jason used the time in the car to further educate Tessa. He began with an explanation of a woman’s orgasm. It was something Tessa had read about, part of her homework, but Jason’s explanation seemed easier to understand. Then he asked Tessa how she had felt, both emotionally and physically. “That wasn’t a rhetorical question,” he said when Tessa didn’t immediately answer. So she thought about it, and answered.
“First I was appalled at myself for letting a man I don’t know touch me there, and in a public place. At first, I was so nervous I thought I might throw up. Then I started to feel something, a little spark. After that, I didn’t care about anything. I just wanted to feel it.”