by Iona Nixon
"Melinda," Ben said, "I think you're gorgeous. Your butt is amazing and your breasts, well, they're incredible." He blushed bright red. He couldn't imagine that he could ever say anything like that to a woman, much less a minister's wife.
"Ben, you're a flatterer. And it's sweet that you're blushing. But, sweety, when you have 38C boobs and you're 27 years old they don't stick out like a teenager's."
"They're still gorgeous," he replied.
"Thank you," Melinda replied. She blushed a little herself and looked at Ben. He was handsome. He was sweet. He was her friend. OK, she told herself, I'll push it a little. He needs to know about this stuff anyway. She sat quietly, thinking about what to do next. What did he need to know?
A moment later she sat up a little.
"Ben," she said. "Get down here on your knees in front of me. Here, put this towel down so you have something between your knees and the tiles."
Ben did as he was told.
"Now look at my pussy, Ben," she said. "Look at it carefully. Now, every one you'll ever see will be different, but they all work pretty much the same way. Right now I'm not really aroused. Just a little."
"A little," Ben said, looking up at her.
"Yes, Ben, a little. You're a very good looking man. You're naked. I'm not totally immune."
"Oh, wow," Ben replied. "Thank you."
"You're welcome. So look at me. You can see that my pussy is just a little swollen. My inner labia are just starting to poke out a bit. A lot of women are like this – when we're not excited you can just see our outer labia, pushed together, or maybe just the edges of our inner lips poking out. Other women are shaped a little differently. They're inner labia may be longer, or more prominent. Anyway." She hooked her hands under her knees and pulled her legs up and open, exposing her mound and her ass. "Underneath here is my anus. You know what that's for."
"Yes," Ben said. He couldn't believe that he was staring at Melinda's anus. And that she wanted him to do it.
"Now," she said, letting her legs down but keeping them spread open and then grasping and pulling open her labia, "look inside me here. This hole here, down at the bottom, that's my vagina. That's where your penis goes, like my finger is doing now. You know that.
Ben did. Melinda pulled her finger out of her vagina and he looked at the round, pink opening.
Now, here," she said, pulling her finger up a little, "here's my urethra. That's where I pee from."
"Yes," Ben said. He tried to memorize what it looked like.
"Ok, now, here's the most important part. Do you know what a clitoris is?"
"Umm," Ben replied, "Umm, that's where your nerves are. The ones that make you feel good during sex."
"Right," Melinda said. "Look here, here where my inner labia come together at the top. This little bit of skin here, at the top, that's the hood of my clitoris. It covers up my clitoris – it protects it. A woman's clitoris is very, very sensitive. A lot of times it's too much if you touch it directly...it hurts sometimes. So just rubbing here, on the hood, feels really good. It rubs against the clitoris and feels incredible." Melinda rubbed herself gently, sliding the skin of her hood up and down her clit. She felt it starting to swell.
"Yes," said Ben. He felt himself starting to get hard.
"OK," Melinda said, taking a deep breath, "I'm going to pull back the hood so you can see my clitoris."
"Good," Ben said.
"Yes, good," Melinda replied. "Look carefully." Slowly she began to pull back the hood and expose her clitoris. She was getting more excited, and as she slipped the hood back fully she felt herself lubricate.
"That little pink nub, right there, that's my clitoris. Can you see it?"
"Yes," Ben said. "It's beautiful."
"Well, no one's ever said that to me before," Melinda laughed gently. "I never really thought of my clit as being beautiful."
"It's gorgeous," Ben replied. "All of it is, just like the rest of you." He meant it.
"Well, thank you Ben. And look, if you look at my vagina, you'll see that it's starting to get wet. That means I'm really starting to get aroused." If only he'd be a little bolder. If only he would lean forward and start licking her. She had to resist. Showing him her pussy and pointing out its parts was pretty aggressive.
"Oh," Ben said.
"And so are you by the looks of things," Melinda said, looking down at Ben. He was erect and Melinda couldn't help thinking about it in comparison with Gerald's. Ben wasn't quite as long, but he was noticeably thicker. She scooched forward, hoping he would get the idea and start licking her.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Ben said, blushing and sitting back a little.
"Don't be, it's ok," Melinda told him. "It's normal and natural. And it gives us an opportunity to talk about what responsible people do in this kind of a situation."
"Yes," Ben replied.
"Yes. Go sit down." She had to make herself say it. She wanted his mouth on her. She wanted to feel his tongue poking into her and lapping all around her clit.
Ben got up off his knees and sat down in the chair opposite Melinda's.
"Some people, in this situation," Melinda continued, "would move right to intercourse. They'd say, 'we're good friends, it would be fun, let's do it.' And they would."
"Umm, right," Ben replied.
"But in a responsible relationship, they might choose to do something different, especially if it was during a time of the month when the woman was particularly fertile."
"Like what?" Ben asked. He had some ideas, but wanted to see where Melinda was headed.
"Well," she replied, "let's start with the situation you and I are in right now. For whatever reason, we're sitting her together, both naked, both beginning to be aroused. Skinny dipping isn't all that unusual. You might be at a cabin at the lake, sitting in chairs like we are, with a woman on a warm evening. You might know her fairly well, like we know each other. You may both have romantic feelings for each other. Since you were comfortable enough to skinny dip with each other, maybe you've kissed a little, or even more."
"OK," Ben said. He was getting a little more excited.
"So, one option, assuming they didn't want to tempt themselves too much by doing anything where they touch each other, could be to watch each other masturbate."
"They could?" Ben asked. He'd never thought about watching a woman masturbate. He wasn't really sure they even did.
"Yes, they could Ben." All right, Melinda thought to herself, I'm really getting in deep here. But I'm not touching him and he's not touching me. It's just a demonstration. It's ok. "She might start pinching her nipples, like this," she said. With her left hand she pinched and tugged are her nipples as Ben watched. She looked down at his crotch and saw his cock harden even more.
"And he might start rubbing his cock," she continued. "Go ahead, it's ok. You need to know how the responsible actions feel – what your emotions will be when you do it. Go ahead. Now."
Ben did as he was told, taking hold of his cock with his right hand and beginning to stroke it up and down. It was a familiar action, but for some reason felt different with Melinda watching him.
"And then she'd reach down between her legs, and rub herself, like this," Melinda said. Her left hand stayed crossed against her chest, the fingers worrying her right nipple and with her right hand she reached between her legs and began to rub herself.
Ben's grip tightened on his cock and he began to stroke himself a little faster.
"That's looks so good, Ben," Melinda said, her fingers working steady circles around her clitoris.
"You do, too," Ben replied. He was fascinated. Melinda was actually masturbating in front of him. He was really, really excited. He stroked even faster.
Melinda watched, fascinated as Ben's hand moved faster and faster. She pushed two fingers into herself. "Oh god," she moaned. It felt so good. It had been too many days since Gerald had been inside her. She pulled the fingers out, and then thrust them into herself again, the heel of her hand pushed
against her clit. Another moan escaped from her throat.
Ben gripped himself even harder, sliding the skin on the shaft of his cock up over the head and then pulling it back down again. "Oh geez," he moaned. He was getting close.
Melinda looked up. This was going a little too far. She pulled her hands away from her body and sat up.
"Stop Ben, stop now!" she said, firmly and loudly.
Ben dropped his cock, a bit confused.
"We don't want to go too far," Melinda said. "We want to be responsible," she explained.
"Yes, responsible," Ben replied.
"And if we stay out here much longer, she said, changing the subject, "we're both going to get burned even worse than we already are," Melinda continued. "And I don't know about you and that nice cock of yours, but I'm not really interested in sunburned boobs or pussy."
Ben blushed. He'd never thought about getting sunburn down there. He looked at Melinda and realized she was right. Her pale skin was beginning to redden a little, and not just in the places she'd been rubbing herself.
"Come inside," she told him. "I've got some lotion with aloe. It will help relieve anything that we might have burned."
"Wait here," Melinda told him when they got to the living room. "I'll be right back."
"OK," Ben replied. He looked around the room while he waited for her. He'd been in it a thousand times, it seemed. But standing naked in the minister's living room, it just didn't feel quite right.
"Here," Melinda said as she returned and handed him a folded up sheet. "Help me spread this out on the floor."
Ben took the sheet and began to unfold it. Melissa set a bottle of lotion she was holding down on the coffee table and pushed the table close to the couch. Then she helped him spread out the sheet on the floor.
"Another thing people might do is a nice massage. When I was in college that was one way I could let someone know I really liked them. I'd get them to take off their shirt and lie down on the floor on their front. Then I'd give them a nice back massage."
"That sounds pleasant," said Ben.
"It's very nice. But, I'll tell you something private. The way I knew Gerald was really something special was when we gave each other back massages. When it was his turn to do me I took off my blouse and lay down. Before he started he unhooked my bra. I thought that was pretty bold and I told him so. But he said he had no intention of taking advantage of me, just that my bra would get in the way and he was a little worried about staining it with the lotion we were using. And then he kept his word. His hands didn't go anywhere near my breasts. When he was finished he hooked my bra back, and then he turned around and didn't look so I could adjust it before I put my blouse back on. That's when I knew he was really special."
"Uh, uh," Ben said. He filed the information away for future reference.
"Lie down, Ben, let me rub some of this on your back so any burn you might have doesn't hurt."
"OK," he replied and lay down on his stomach, cradling his head in his arms.
Melinda poured some of the lotion into her hands and then began rubbing it into Ben's back. His shoulders were broad and strong and his skin smooth with just the faintest blush of a sunburn.
"Mmmmh, that feels nice," he said.
"I enjoy doing it. You see, this is another way to be intimate and to be responsible about it," she said, running her hands up and down the length of his back. A picture flashed into her head, and she resisted the urge it brought to her mind. When she rubbed Gerald's back she frequently bent forward, and, letting her breasts dangle, would run her nipples up and down the length of his back. She felt them harden and throb at the thought.
"OK, my turn," she said, lightly slapping Ben's ass. Melinda knew if she didn't change places soon she would be rubbing more than just her nipples against Ben's back.
Ben rolled over and sat up and Melinda lay down. He picked up the bottle of lotion and poured some into his hands.
"Rub your hands together a little to warm it up," Melinda said. "I hate the feel of cold lotion."
Ben did as he was told, gently rubbing his hands together and warming the lotion. He began by rubbing her shoulders. Her skin was pale, soft and warm and he gently kneaded the lotion into her. Slowly he moved down to the small of her back, and then back up again, taking care not to brush against
her breasts that were bulging softly from her sides.
It was incredible. He wasn't quite sure he should be doing it. Melinda was the minister's wife. They were naked. He was touching her. Her skin was soft. He could see her ass, and her breasts bulging out from her sides as she lay on her stomach.
"Rub my ass, Ben, please," Melinda requested. His hands on her back were exciting her unbearably. She wanted more, but didn't want to go too far. But having him squeeze her ass, surely that wasn't too much. Was it? It was educational. He could learn what a woman's ass felt like, and how it felt to rub it, and how he reacted to that intimacy.
"Really?" he asked.
"Yes, please. It's a bit more intimate. Just don't slide your hands between my legs. Just rub and stroke it like you're doing my back, and maybe squeeze it a little."
"Squeeze it?" Ben asked.
"Yes, Ben, squeeze my ass. I want you to know what it's like to touch a woman intimately, yet respectfully. And while you're doing it, pay attention to your feelings. Find out where your limits are – where you think you'd be tempted to go too far."
Ben already thought that they'd gone a lot further than his limits were, but if Melinda was comfortable with it, maybe it was OK. And his cock was definitely telling him not to resist, even if his conscience was.
Ben slid is hands down an over Melinda's ass. His cock throbbed. He was touching Melinda's ass! He squeezed the soft, round globes a bit.
"Oh Ben, that's so nice," Melinda moaned.
He squeezed a little harder, and then ran his palms in circles around and around.
Melinda moaned again. There was no question; Ben had wonderful, exciting hands. She let him rub her for a bit longer, and then sat up again.
"That was wonderful Ben, but let's cool off a little. I think I might have been getting a little too aroused. But anyway, do you see how it's possible to be intimate and responsible?"
"I guess, Melinda," Ben replied. "But I'm really excited now. If you hadn't stopped me, I would have kept rubbing your, your..."
"May ass, Ben, my ass. Say it. Ass."
"Your ass, Melinda," Ben blushed.
"It's ok to use those words, Ben," Melinda said. "This isn't a clinical situation. This is two friends, two good friends, showing their affection physically. Using those words can make it more exciting. Being clinical is fine in certain situations, but doesn't really get into the spirit of things when it comes to fooling around."
"But still," Ben said, "I would have kept going."
"That seems pretty normal to me, Ben." Melinda replied. "While early in a potentially romantic relationship it would not be unusual to limit your activities to remaining clothed and stroking and rubbing each other's backs and buttocks, and maybe even the woman's breasts, and kissing each other, later on it would not be unusual to take things to the point where one or both of you reached orgasm. And then after that, well, then you might indulge in intercourse."
"I can understand in a romantic relationship," Ben replied, "But, where are the lines? How do you know where to go? And is it really ok to do these kinds of things outside of marriage?"
"Yes Ben, outside of marriage. In a truly loving and respectful relationship making love with each other can be a wonderful and special way of expressing that love and respect. However, going that far would imply and require a very, very committed relationship. Pregnancy is always a possibility. As a rule, such intimacy should be reserved to a committed marriage. If before, well, if before well, that would take a very special relationship – perhaps even an engagement. After all, in historic times it was the marriage contract that was important, not the ceremony itself. Some people indulged. Bu
t for a lot of folks it wouldn't be responsible. It would be going too far, or letting lustful feelings take over."
"But people do it anyway, don't they?' Ben asked.
"Yes, Ben, they do. Think about the feelings you were just having. You were rubbing my ass, and you wanted to keep doing it, and maybe do more. It takes maturity and self-discipline to resist – to know when to stop and then to actually stop. It can be very difficult, especially for mature, thoughtful people. For most it's easier just to give in, to have fun. Lots do. To be honest, before I met Gerald, I did. But once I met him, well, I saw the difference. I learned the difference. I don't regret what I did, and I like to think I was a little more mature about it then some, but I learned from it. And from Gerald. And I hope you're learning something from what we've been doing today."
Ben was perplexed. He wasn't totally surprised – Melinda had said some things in classes before that hinted that she had boyfriends before Gerald. But she said she'd learned that there was a better way to do it...so shouldn't he be trying to do it that better way?
"Ben, I know this is a lot to try to understand. It is different. But in the right relationship, with the right respect, and caring, and love between the people, physical intimacy can help reinforce that love and caring. In marriage, well, in marriage sex is different. It's wonderful and amazing and, well, I always think of it as soul-uniting."
"Isn't that what it always is?" Ben asked.
"With Gerald, yes," Melinda replied. "But Ben, and Ben I'm really trusting you when I tell you this, I'm trusting our friendship and your discretion."
"Yes," Ben said.
"Ben, with others it's good, too. Sex is fun. Sharing yourself sexually with someone else is incredibly intimate. What we've done here so far kind of shows that. I feel closer to you, especially since you know more about my body and I know more about yours. But Ben, if this wasn't a teaching moment, ummm, a way to help you understand the subject matter we will be teaching, well, Ben, then it would not be right. I'm married. I love Gerald, deeply and completely. I, obviously, trust your maturity and your discretion. I know that you understand that our activities – nudity, masturbation, massage and whatever else we do – are purely in pursuit of giving you the knowledge and experience you need to help us teach the responsible sexuality portion of the responsible relationships class. That we have a close, mature friendship, and that we are both discrete adults, enables us to do this."