I spoke up then, telling Nadia "And I love Sis because I know how smart and affectionate and patient and understanding she is -" among a whole lot of other things that I like about her. I think she's a babe, but that's just my good luck; I'd still love her even if she didn't look anywhere near as good as she does, because I know what kind of person she is, inside."
Janet went on to tell her "That's how Danny and I could love each other so much that we gave each other our virginity, and why we love each other enough to be happy if the other one finds someone special to them. Something that Dad says is that love is when somebody else's happiness means as much to you as your own. That's how much I love Danny -" when he finds another girl he likes, I'll be happy for him because he'll be happy. Remember, I know Danny, and what kind of person he'd like -" he tells me that he loves ME, and why, so I know that if there's a girl he likes, it'll be because he sees good things in her, too; so I'll be happy for him because he found another good person to be with."
Several seconds ticked by before Nadia hesitantly asked Janet "You said that you weren't upset that he had enough love in him to make me feel good, too – is – is that really what he felt?"
Grinning, Janet told her "I'd be willing to bet money on it, but if you want to know for sure, then ask him."
Facing me, Nadia wanted to know "Did you really love me, Danny?"
I smiled and gave the tip of her nose a kiss before answering "Yes, I loved you. Still do, if that helps any."
Unsurely, Nadia asked "You – love me? Why? You hardly knew me before tonight -"
Shifting myself around so that we were fully facing each other, I cupped Nadia's face in my hands as I told her "Yes, I love you. I don't think that we should be making wedding plans just yet, but I love you." After moving my hands to my lap, I continued by telling her "As for why – No, we didn't know each other very well before. But what I*did* know about you was good. You try to get people to not gossip about others. You're one of the first to introduce yourself to a new person. You're smart enough to get good grades. When a bunch of people started talking bad about Ophelia last semester, you were one of the few people that was willing to stay friends with her until everybody found out that one of the other girls was just mad and jealous and started the rumor. You don't do what everyone else is just because it's 'popular'. And like I said, you're pretty, and sexy. So I liked you -" you could even say loved you, a little bit -" before tonight, because what I knew about you was good things that are important to me. Then, tonight, you showed me that you were brave by letting me look at you naked, and asking if it was okay for you to look at me, so you could learn something you didn't know before. When we started kissing and touching, I found out that you're affectionate and gentle; after that, I learned that you're passionate, too. So because I got the chance to discover that there's even more good stuff in you, I love you even more than I did before. I don't think you realized you were doing it, but while you were learning what kind of person I am, you started loving me more, too. Otherwise, why would you have let us do the things we did?"
Nadia sat there looking at me for several seconds before quietly announcing "Damn. You're right – I did decide it was okay for us to do all of that once I realized that you were as nice and patient as you are, and that I liked it, and you. And I see what you mean about liking or caring about someone being another way of saying you love them. You're right that I do love you, too -" not to get married or anything, but still liking you and caring about you."
A moment later, she asked "You think you're someone that I'd like? Isn't that being kind of – full of yourself?"
Janet started to speak, but when I waved my hand at her, she quieted down so I could tell Nadia "I think I'm someone you might like, yes. That's because I know what kind of person I try to be: honest, and patient, and nice, and gentle, and other stuff like that. But I'm not full of myself because I know I'm not like that all the time, or as much as I'd like to be. Like Sis said, you have to be absolutely honest about what kind of person you are -" I know what's good and bad about me, and how much; and I'm always trying to make myself better. So I know that there's enough good stuff in me that other people will probably like me once they get to know me, but I also know that there's also enough in me that isn't good that I can't start thinking I'm something I'm not."
When I was done, Janet quickly spoke up to add "I think the same way, Nadia, and try to do the same things. Have I ever given you or anyone else any reason to think that I'm full of myself?"
"No, never; Danny, either. I was just surprised when he said that, and wanted to know why he did, is all", she answered, apologetically.
A few moments later, Nadia told us "I think I've learned enough for one night. If you don't mind, I think it's probably time to get some sleep."
"Of course", I told her before moving so that I could get off of Sis' bed. Both of them got up, too, and Nadia moved to stand in front of me so she could tell me "I wanted to thank you again for tonight, Danny. What you said after you looked at me, it really did make me feel a lot better; and the stuff we did after you let me look at you was really nice."
I put my arms around her, and she moved close enough for us to give each other a kiss before I told her "I'm glad I could help, and that you're happy with what happened."
After Nadia moved away from me, Sis and I kissed and wished each other a good night -" followed by my giving her a pat on the butt. After I left her room, I made a quick trip to the bathroom before going to bed myself.
Several weeks later, Sis and I had enjoyed a nice session of "69" after we got home from school, and were snuggling in my bed afterwards when she told me "After you were with Nadia that night, she's been a lot more relaxed about how she looks, and even started flirting with guys. She's been asking me a plenty of questions about sex -" what it was like for me the first time, what positions I like, what feels good for me, and stuff like that. At first, I just figured she was curious; but when she kept asking me things – well, it wasn't hard to figure out that it was more than that. When I stayed over at her place last weekend, she told me that after her birthday last month, she went to the family planning place and they started her on birth control -" an IUD, like what Mom helped me get. I asked her how she could do that if she's never had sex before, and she said that her hymen broke when she was a little girl; that's a lot of why her folks are so strict about her going out, from what she said. I asked her why she did that, and she said she's thinking about starting to have sex."
When Sis was silent, I kind of interrupted her to ask "Let me guess -Nadia wants me to be the first guy she has sex with."
She turned and looked at me in surprise before responding "Yeah, she does. How did you know?"
My answer was to tell her "Sis, sometimes you're about as subtle as a circus pony. I knew you were leading up to something, and as soon as you told me that Nadia was on birth control, I pretty much knew what was going on."
Blushing slightly that she'd been found out, Janet told me "After the way you were with her that night, she's sure that she'd be okay with you; and she*knows* that you wouldn't tell anyone, so her folks won't find out. She SAYS she's only thinking about it, and wanted me to find out if you'd be willing to go that far with her. If she decides she's ready, she'd be the one to actually ask you; but the way she's been acting, I don't think there's much 'if' to it. Would you be willing to go that far with her?"
I thought about it for a bit before telling Sis "After I told her that I loved her, I'm kinda worried that she thinks I mean it more than I do -you know what I'm talking about. As long as she understands that I'm not looking for a girlfriend or anything, then sure, I'll do it 'cause she's your friend and I do love her enough to try and make her first time good."
Wriggling herself a little closer to me, Janet said "She understands what you meant when you told her you loved her; I'm actually kinda surprised at how well she*does* understand. And she isn't looking at you as a boyfriend or anything, either -" the way she explained it to me, after the first time, she just wants somebody that she can be with and make each other feel good, sometimes."
"As long as that's the case, then yeah, I'd be willing to go that far with her. I expect we'll need a time when Mom and Dad will be gone again, though. I don't think they'd say anything about it, but having them home would probably make her nervous."
I heard the humor in Sis' voice when she asked "Ya think?"
A little while later, the two of us went in to rinse off in the shower before Mom and Dad got home -" not that it mattered whether they knew we'd been together, but simply because we liked to be fresh and clean when the family sat down to dinner.
A little over a week later, Dad let me and Sis know that he and Mom were going to look at maybe doing some kind of upgrade to a factory belonging to one of his customers, and that they'd be gone for two nights -" leaving Thursday morning, and coming back Saturday afternoon. Just like I figured she would, Sis got permission for Nadia to spend Friday night with us. I don't think that it escaped Mom and Dad's attention that Sis was again asking if one of her friends could spend the night when they weren't going to be home, but they were willing to give us our privacy -" right up to the point that we made a mistake that got them involved.
The Thursday before Nadia was to come over, Sis and I spent the evening cuddling (and molesting each other) on the couch while watching TV, and spent the night together in Janet's room. The next day, Nadia came over a little before supper, and the three of us sent out for a pizza. After we'd demolished it (I ate almost half, Sis and Nadia easily dealt with the rest), the three of us watched a video that Nadia had brought over. She and Sis sat on either side of me while we watched it, and neither one of them was bashful about pulling my hand down to their breasts.
When the movie was over, Nadia extracted my hand from the light sweater she was wearing (with no bra on underneath it). Holding it between both of hers, she told me "Danny, I – I've never had sex before; but after I really, really thought about it, I've decided that I'm ready to stop being a virgin, even though I actually lost my cherry when I was a little girl. As good as you made me feel before – you know, when you looked at me and everything – and hearing how good you made Janet's first time – I wanted to ask you if you would be the first guy that I'm with like that. Even though I don't have a cherry now, could I give you my virginity?"
Looking into her eyes, and seeing how nervous she was, I told her "If you're really that sure that's what you want to do, then I'll accept the gift you're offering me, and do my best to be worthy of it. Did you want it to happen tonight?"
"If it's okay with you", she answered, uncertainly.
"It's more than just 'okay' with me, Nadia, if that's what you want.", I assured her.
"Can we go now? Before I chicken out?"
"Now is fine", I agreed.
Several seconds passed before she realized that I wasn't going to drag her kicking and screaming into one of the bedrooms. Understanding that I was literally leaving the first move up to her, she gave me a small smile of relief before standing up. I got up, too, and as we started back to where my and Janet's bedrooms were, Sis told us "I'll see you guys in the morning" -" smiling at Nadia in reassurance.
When we were in my bedroom, I closed the door before turning and standing in front of Nadia. Cupping her face in my hands, I looked into her eyes as I told her "You just said that you wanted this to happen before you chicken out. I want you to know that it doesn't matter to me if you chicken out – or change your mind, or get too scared, or anything else. I'm not going to do anything that you don't want to happen, and let happen. If you don't want this, for*any* reason, then it stops when you say so -" and I'm not going to be mad or upset or angry or disappointed or anything like that. If you didn't know it already, Janet and I didn't do this until she was a hundred percent sure; I didn't push her, or bug her, or do anything to try and make it happen before then. We have started this, but it ends if and when you say it does. I told you before that I love you. Even though it isn't like we're boyfriend and girlfriend, I still love you enough to not do this, if that's what you decide."
Nadia's eyes stayed locked on mine as she answered "I know that, Danny. That's what makes me want to be with you my first time -" 'cause I know I can trust you to be patient and not do or say anything to make me feel bad if I have to ask you to wait, or slow down, or something. And as nice as you were last time, I know you'll do whatever you can so you don't hurt me. What Janet said to me – I know that you understand how special this is to me, and that you'll do your best to make it as good and happy for me as you can. I'm nervous about this, because it's my first time -" but I'm not afraid of what happens. I – I even got started using birth control, so we wouldn't have to do anything special or different, and can just try to make this as good as possible."
After moving my hands to her hips, I tilted my head forward and gave her a kiss that was as tender and affectionate as I could make it -" and Nadia readily kissed me back.
More kisses followed, and our affection evolved into desire – and then into passion. Both of us were breathing heavily when our lips separated by mutual accord.
I slid my hands under the hem of Nadia's sweater, and she responded to my raised eyebrow with a nod. I carefully lifted it up far enough to reveal her lovely breasts, and helped her get her arms free before finally lifting it over her head. After I set it aside on my chair, my hands went to the waistband of the skirt she was wearing; it took only a little exploration to find the closure – and UNclose it. A few more seconds, and I was easing it down her legs -" and discovering that she didn't have panties on, either. When I looked at her, she just gave me a mischievous smile before I got the skirt low enough for her to step out of it. As I set the skirt with her sweater, she slipped off the sandals she was wearing, and nudged them out of the way. That left her standing stark naked in front of me, her pretty face and sexy body on full display.
I started to reach for the buttons on the polo shirt I was wearing, then stopped and asked "Unless you want to?"
It took her only a second to decide that she did. Once she'd gotten the buttons undone and my shirt off, she spent several seconds just running her hands across my chest before letting them move down to my waist. I had to help with my belt, but she dealt with the snap and zipper of my jeans on her own before she slid them down my legs. She nudged each of my legs to let me know to lift it so she could slip my loafers off my bare foot and pull my jeans off. Kneeling in front of me, her eyes were locked on the bulge in my undershorts as she slid her hands under their waistband. Slowly, as if teasing herself, she slid my briefs down to reveal my cock and balls; once they were in sight, my shorts quickly joined my pants and shirt. I was as naked as she was when she stood up again and took a step back, giving each of us a chance to look at the other; I figured that the scenery was better for me.
Our eyes returned to each other's faces at almost the same time, and from the look in hers I could tell that she was ready for us to continue. She walked with me to my bed, and helped turn down the bed covers before calmly laying down when I did. We rolled onto our sides to face each other, and after I put my hand on her hip, she told me "Danny, I wanted to make sure you understand that I'm not asking you to do this because I want us to be a couple, or anything. I'm ready to start learning about sex and everything, and I know that you're someone I can trust to make it *right* the first time. I – I love you, but it's like you told me that night -" it isn't the big stay-together-forever kind of love. Ever since you and Janet talked to me about what you think love is, I've been thinking about it; and I think maybe I'm even kinda-sorta starting to understand it. I mean, I've been watching my parents, I can see what you and her meant about how there are different parts that make up loving someone. I see how hard my dad tries to make sure me and my mom have all the things we need, and I know how much my mom does to keep our house nice and take care of Dad and me. And – and for the first time, really, I understand how much they love me and care for me; and how hard they try to help me learn to be a good person, and that I have everything I need while I'm growing up -" and it makes me love them even more, and try harder to show them that they don't have to worry about me. I know that the way I feel about you isn't anything like how I feel about them, so I know that I don't love you as much as I do them; I still love you, just not as much, because you're so nice and smart and everything. I even realized that I love Janet, too, because of how good of a friend she is, and all the good things that I know are in her. I – I kinda feel bad, a little bit, because I've got such wonderful people like my parents, and Janet, and you, and I don't understand how all of you can be so good and loving and everything with me."
I started caressing Nadia's side as I told her "After you were here, and Janet said she probably wasn't explaining it right, I asked my Mom and Dad how I could help other people understand what we mean about love." Seeing a look of concern on her face, I quickly said "I didn't say anything about who or why or any of that; I just made it sound like something I wanted to know. Each of them answered me in a different way, but that actually just helped me understand how to explain it better."
Nadia was listening closely as I continued "You know that we love other people because of the good things we see in them -" brave or honest or smart or whatever, and that the more of the good things there are, the more we love them. The thing is, other people love US _the same way, and for the same reasons_. According to Mom, that's something a lot of people have trouble with – really understanding and*accepting*. You said that you loved your folks even more when you realized how much they do; now try to understand that they love you because of what kind of person you are. They love you because you are smart, and because you are the kind of person that they wanted you to become, and because you are responsible and honest and all the other things they've tried to teach you to be while you were growing up. Nadia, they love you because you*deserve* it by being the kind of person you are, the same way Janet and I do."
Nadia just lay there for several seconds, looking my general direction, but focused on a point about a thousand miles over my shoulder. When she came out of the reverie she was in, I wasn't anywhere near being prepared for it when she suddenly latched onto me and began crying. I was afraid that I'd really messed things up, but Nadia was so busy trying to drown my nipples with her tears and making these big globbering noises that I knew there wasn't any point in trying to get her to tell me what was wrong. All I could do was hold her, and rub her back as I tried to tell her it was okay, that everything was fine, and other such things. Finally, after what seemed like forever her tears slowed, and she began to calm down again.
Figuring that Nadia would want us to stay together for a while after the first time, I'd brought a towel into my room. I was able to grab it, and offer the end of it to her. She looked at it blankly for a second, then gave me an embarrassed smile before taking it and dabbing at her eyes. Even after she got her face dried off, she was still snuffling from a runny nose, and I gently told her "Go ahead and use it to blow your nose, too." Her ears turned pink, and I looked away and pretended I couldn't hear as she got her sinuses cleared before looking back at her again.
"Are you going to be okay now? You want me to take that?", I asked.