WARNING:
THERE IS EXPLICIT SEX IN THIS STORY. I marked this clearly in the header. The sex is graphic, but all loving and consensual (and not that much worse than a typical romance novel). If reading sex scenes like that would offend you, please don't read this.

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Part 6 First Day at School

The kiss seemed to go on forever, while the last bits of food went tumbling onto the floor unheeded, Kitty's cereal box and milk bottle joining Pete's loaf-end and jam jar on the stained carpet by the bed. She didn't spare more than a fraction of a thought for the fresh mess on the floor, especially after she felt his warm fingers quickly unbuttoning the rumpled white shirt she was wearing. Pulling back, she pushed his hands away.

"Wot's wrong, Pryde?" Feeling her withdrawal, Wisdom shifted back a bit himself. "Too much fer you, too soon?" Trying to cover his sudden worry, he forced a grin. "Or you still hungry?"

She wasn't sure exactly what she was seeing in his blue eyes staring intently at her -- trepidation, self-doubt, concern -- but it made her reach out, to lay her hand over the dark, prickly stubble running along his jawline. When he turned slightly to nuzzle his lips into her palm, she smiled, touched by the oddly sweet gesture. "No, silly. But you've done all the work so far, and you promised me some lessons, a couple of times already as I recall. So how about you start teaching me what to do for you, for a change?"

Hiding his sigh of relief, Pete obligingly dropped his hands back down to his sides. "Ok, love, you undress me, then." He watched in rapt admiration as she uncurled her long, bare legs to shift closer to him, then reached out to grasp her around her tiny waist and quickly lift her up and forward to sit straddling his lap, holding her there loosely.

Accepting his obvious challenge, Kitty began struggling with the thin black tie hanging loose around his neck, staring at the knot as she tried to figure it out. She glanced up, absently, only to see his mouth open temptingly only a few inches away as Pete grinned at her futile efforts. She didn't think about it; she just grabbed the tie and yanked his head forward into a deep kiss with one hand while her other slid around to tangle in the black unruly hair she'd been just itching to run her fingers through. She kept her mouth glued to his, copying the tantalizing dance of his tongue as best she could, while she simply phased the still-knotted tie off through his neck and threw it aside.

A bit flustered by his chuckled "That's a right useful power t' have, love, it'll save us all kinds o' time losin' our clothes..." Kitty fumbled at his shirt. When one of the buttons popped off in her frantic efforts to get the shirt off him as quickly as possible, Wisdom reached up to hold her hand still for a minute while he muttered, "Slow down, Pryde. We ain't in any particular hurry right now."

Kitty froze, looking at him wide-eyed. Seeing her flush nervously, Pete reached out a hand to stroke the reddened cheek soothingly, hastening to explain, "It's a mood thing, like, see? You can rip off me clothes anytime you want, love, but that's best kept fer when yer feelin' all hot an' wantin' us t' be at it right quick, but unless I'm missin' somethin' we ain't in that sort o' mood right now, we're gonna play it slow, like. So don't rush it, just take everythin' nice an' easy, right? Takin' off yer partner's clobber can be a lot o' fun as an appetizer, before gettin' to the main course." He kissed her gently, then leaned back slightly.

Remembering how slowly he'd undressed her the night before, and how much she'd enjoyed his hands sliding under the rich thin silk she'd worn, Kitty resumed opening his shirt but more calmly, and wasn't much surprised to find she didn't have any more trouble with buttons sticking. Working her way downward, pausing after each one, at first she just ran her small fingers in under the soft cotton to stroke the warm skin being uncovered. But she soon couldn't resist bending down to kiss his bare chest in the widening vee, then kissing his exposed neck and shoulder while pulling his shirttails out of his belt and running her hands up under the loose fabric to caress his back, encouraged by his low groaned "Yeah, love, just like that, that feels *so* good..."

He shrugged his shirt off, letting it slide down his arms to lie crumbled on the floor. Kitty just stared at his naked upper body for a long moment, watching his chest rise and fall as his breath got faster and more ragged, not realizing how erotic he found her large brown eyes fixed on him, her small pink tongue darting out to lick at her slightly parted lips. Wisdom was just about ready to reach out to her when Kitty brought her hands up again, to glide all over his warm, slightly damp skin. Her fingers were drawn to play with the small brown nipples on his flat chest, and she stroked them curiously, asking shyly, "Do you like this? Are you sensitive here?"

"Some. But not as sensitive as you..." He ran one hand inside the shirt he'd partially unbuttoned earlier, and Kitty gasped and arched her back when his hand closed gently around her breast, fingers tweaking the nipple expertly.

It felt so good it took Kitty a minute or two to grab his arm and pull his hand away, scolding, "It's supposed to be my turn now. And you're cheating."

"Nah, that was just part o' yer lessons, love," Pete leered at her unrepentantly. But he moved his hand up to stroke her tumbled hair, brushing it back off her forehead, while he stopped teasing her and answered her earlier question, "Yeah, love, I like it when you play with me there..." And he didn't try to stifle his groan of arousal when she lowered her head to lick at his chest and suck on his nipples lightly.

Wisdom leaned back, very slowly, very slightly, and Kitty took the unspoken hint without even realizing it, and pushed at him gently until he lay on the bed, with her still sitting on him, straddling his waist with her knees. Pete's calloused fingertips traced warm patterns against her bare legs, but he didn't hold her close -- he left her free to do as she wished, except for growling huskily "Kiss me, love... touch me..."

Kitty lay against him and spent a long time just kissing him, taking in the taste of him deeply, then pulling back for sweet, fluttery kisses that barely brushed his lips. He shifted beneath her, shivering with his own gathering passion, sighing his delight in her gentle attentions. Her hands were exploring every inch of his body she could reach -- the warm expanse of his back, the firm muscles of his wiry chest and the wispy hair there, the changing outline of his face as his jaw moved softly, his mouth drinking her kisses in. She could feel the large, hard bulge in his trousers pressing against her where she lay on him, and she knew what that meant now as she hadn't the previous day. She could sense Pete desiring her, but realized without any words that he would wait as long as she needed, and would let her do as much or as little as she wanted.

But Kitty herself wanted more, with every minute and every touch. She lifted up her head, with one last lingering kiss, to gaze down at her lover-instructor. "What next, Pete?"

He brought his hands up to tangle in her hair, and drew her head back down for just one more kiss. "You sure you're ready fer more?"

"Oh, yes..." It was amazing, she thought muzzily, as she bent down to claim his mouth yet again, how there seemed to be no such thing as one last kiss. "This is great, I love touching you, kissing you, but I'm sure I'll enjoy anything else you suggest just as much..."

Pete had to fight to hide his smile. He'd realized Kitty was taking his brief, vague instructions very seriously, even though she seemed both willing and able to experiment within those bounds, so he had to be quite careful about exactly what he said. "Two things, love... Lose the shirt -- I want t' look at you..."

She couldn't help blushing again, a delicate pink shading her cheeks at the raw desire in his husky tone, but Kitty didn't hesitate. Still sitting astride his upper body, she straightened up, first untying the tie-belt and dropping it onto the floor, then slowly unbuttoning the shirt and letting it fall open before shrugging it off her shoulders as Pete had discarded his own shirt earlier.

He'd seen her undressed before this, for the first time the night before, then earlier that day. But they both felt something special about this moment, when she herself presented her body to his appreciative gaze. Kitty didn't slouch in embarassment, she flaunted herself proudly, her self-confidence buoyed by his obvious infatuation, as she prompted, "And the second thing?"

Wisdom didn't reply for a minute, his mind filled with the sight of her naked astride him, his hands rising to cup her small firm breasts. "Slide down an' take off me trousers, then, if you're ready fer more..." But they both sighed in simultaneous, temporary deprivation when Kitty followed his instructions immediately and his hands didn't reach any more.

Scooting down gracefully to settle astride his upper legs, Kitty took off his belt first, dropping it to join the growing pile of clothes by the side of the bed. Remembering how she'd had less trouble with his shirt when she didn't rush, she took her time undoing his pants, and was rewarded by not having any trouble with button, hook or zipper, not to mention the cheerful rainbow of color now appearing. She didn't even try to hide her giggles at the yellow-and-green underwear thus revealed.

Grinning down at her contagious pleasure, Pete braced his arms on the bed and lifted his hips to let her pull the rough black fabric out from under him. Kitty was trying hard not to fumble this step in undressing him, and she was quite proud of how smoothly she'd gotten the heavy pants down his legs as she shifted downward until she was sitting by his feet -- where the bunched-up fabric promptly stuck, while Wisdom chuckled at her in turn, "Oh yeah, love, I fergot t' tell you -- it works better if you take th' shoes off first... although I don't reckon it matters much when th' socks go..."

"Forgot? Yeah, sure I believe that, Wisdom," Kitty mock-growled back at his gentle teasing, to his delight. "You just like making fun of me. Well, we'll just have to do something about that..." She yanked off his shoes and socks and trousers so quickly he was sure she'd phased at least some of the tangle, and started tickling the soles of his bare feet.

"Hey! Pryde, cut that out!" Pete jerked up and twisted around and grabbed at her, using his weight to pin her down, while a squirming Kitty switched to tickling along his ribs. They rolled around in a laughing, breathless tangle for a while until Wisdom managed to get his mouth on her breast. That made Kitty lay back and stretch out langurously, burying her hands in his unruly black hair as he suckled at a crinkled nipple tingling with her growing arousal, one arm under her back to hold her chest up to his attentions, the other hand kneading her other breast with fingers playing with its erect little nub.

Continued in Part 7 The Lesson Continues