I added another finger and pressed my knee into the back of my hand, "Are you okay?" I asked, God I was actually nervous.

"Yah," she breathed. I stopped moving in and out and just gently massaged her walls,not touching her g-spot, just exploring. If you ever make love to a girl be sure to do that, every girl is different, every spot never gets you the same reaction.

"You’re so beautiful," I whispered in her ear as I kissed her neck, she sighed but I knew she didn’t believe me.

"Go in and out," she asked, I smiled and did as I was told, I pumped in and out and pushed my knee into her at the same time. I fingered her, I loved her, I did whatever she asked, whatever she said felt good and the whole time I watched her. I watched her face change with every different spot, I watched her writhe in frustration when I pulled out and then inhale sharply when I entered her. I had never been so turned on just by doing someone else.

"Stop, stop," she breathed, I was scared, I thought maybe I had hurt her, I pulled away and looked at her carefully.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" I asked cautiously, oddly she was smiling up at me.

"I’m good, really good…I can’t breathe, just let me breathe for a sec," I smiled huge. Spencer got better with every minute I spent with her.

"Babe, thats a good thing," she smiled up at me and I kissed her, "Did you come?" I asked, I knew she hadn’t, I hadn’t felt it, but I asked anyways.

"Um, I…I don’t think so…" she answered nervously. Didn’t think so? Hadn’t she been fingered before? Didn’t she know how it felt? I didn’t bother asking though, I trusted her, I trusted what she said was true.

For the rest of the night we went on like that, I would finger her until she needed to catch her breath, then we would talk and cuddle and kiss, and then kissing would lead to fingering her again. But then, then she turned me over and it was my turn…and something was wrong.

"Don’t, I don’t want you to hate me," I said, I was scared, but why? She was putting her hand down my pants and she was lightly touching my clit, I closed my eyes and then focused on her again. She was looking down on me, something was telling me that this was more than fun. I had had fun sex before, this was nothing like it. This was tender, it was loving, it was hot, but it was gentle and soft and…it was warm.

"I won’t hate you Ash," she insisted, I nodded, I put my hand on her arm and just let myself feel her. She was rubbing my clit and watching my reactions with a small little girn on her face that she probably didn’t know was there.

After a while I couldn’t take it anymore, "Finger me," I said. She asked if I was sure and I nodded, she was nervous I could tell, but she put one finger into me, as if to test it out. That’s when it happened.