“So,” I invited. “What’s the problem?”She looked worried. “I don’t know how to say this. I’m afraid of what you’ll think of me.”�...Nicky, what is there to be afraid of? You’ve been on holiday. Didn’t you enjoy it?”“Oh, yes! It was great!” Then her face clouded, “Oh well, here goes. I had sex with a guy while on holiday. It was only the once; it was at a wild party. I felt so guilty afterwards, I wouldn’t go out partying at night with the girls again after that.”“Condom?”“Yes. He didn’t like it. Then it was easy: a flip of the hair, a hand on the arm, or, if she was really brazen, a deep look. Guys were simple, now women... oh, those poor guys. She realized for the first time what a frustrating time most of them must have.Her attempts at catching the eye of some of the pretty girls she'd seen were all failures. Mostly, they were oblivious to her advances, feeble as these were. As she'd been more bold, the outcome was worse. One woman she'd tried just to stand close to--real close--,. It was like a puzzle with an infinite number of parts: move one, and another was shifted out of place.“Ah!” Yael cried. “Gently, gently...”“Sorry,” I mumbled.“It’s okay.” She chuckled low in her throat, running her fingers through my hair. “I love your enthusiasm. She’s just – mmmm – very sensitive...”I pulled my lips up from her clit and pursed them, blowing a stream of warm air over her wet, throbbing center. “Better?”“Mmmm. Oh, that’s lovely. Yes.”I loved this: feeling her against my lips.. ”But I actually did understand. Letting me make her come was a kind of surrender that she wasn’t prepared to offer yet.But there did come a day, months after we first kissed, and weeks after the marvelous encounter of my cock with her sweet mouth, when she agreed that she did want to try making love with me. We drove to a motel, and melted into each other’s arms when we finally were alone in the rented room.I was uncertain about how it would be for her. She had told me that she was capable of.