He just held her. Even with her like-liking him, he didn’t want to do anything irrational. It wasn’t John. Where Sabin took what he wanted from he...r and gave so much more back, John would ask, wait for permission and be sweet and gentle with her. With her head still against his shoulder, Amber chuckled as she remembered what her mother had said at dinner, and made a mental note to tell her that she wasn’t a monkey’s uncle, after all. She placed a soft gentle kiss on John’s neck, slowly moving. Soon I had my hands above my head and momslid the dress down over me, buttoned it up back and tiedthe sash in big bow in back."It fits well," she said. I was then allowed to changeback into my own clothes. I hoped it all over.By the time we left the mall my mom had several littlegirl dresses, tights, ankle socks, shoes, sweaters, slipsand petticoats. I thought all this was for my sisters. Boywas I wrong, but I didn't know it at the time!When we got home, Mom took the bags to my sisters'. She was struggling to enter the world of adult thinking and leave behind the constraints that had been drummed into her during a sheltered childhood. She wasn’t a virgin. There had been little incidents with three boys. But little incidents they were. Fumbling, trying, rummaging, failing, with minor successes. Gaining experience but slowly, uncomfortably.This Martin chap made her feel naked but safe – an odd combination.“And I want you to suck me,” Martin continued.“Suck what?” she answered. He was better developed than I suspected under the suit. She gave him a little shove on the chest. It was all I could do not to giggle as he unbalanced like that, sat on the mattress with a soft "flump" noise. She glanced at me, telling me with her eyes to kneel beside her. She began lightly stroking and scratching his thigh up and down, so I did the same. She reached down to take off his shoe while I continued. He was starting to firm up, his cock hardening down on my side. A tiny dark area.