Somewhere in my upbringing, my parents must have taught me chivalry, because, following one of the most wonderful, climactic moments in my entire life, I found the good sense and decency to roll off of the tiny little cherub I had just make love with and spare her the necessity of asking, that is when we regained any amount of consciousness. I have no idea how long I or we were stuck in that blissful moment of afterglow, but when I opened my eyes, they were treated to that glorious sight of Bobbi, still sleeping peacefully.

I almost wept at the sight of this girl. She was beautiful, physically and emotionally. She was tender and sweet, young and innocent. She was shy and demure, yet daring and fun loving. She was serious yet silly. She was perfect in so many ways and she was here beside me, sleeping off the most powerful and outstanding climax I have ever participated in.

As I lay there looking at her, my eyes absorbed the essence of her inner self, as it manifested out in her physical beauty. Her lovely facial perfections, her smooth, long flowing hair, splayed out under her delicate little body, to her soft, petal perfect torso, innocently idle now, waiting to be held once again in my arms. I felt an inner attraction to this beauty and wondered how and why she entered my life at this time.
She must have sensed my gaze, because as she slowly stretched and opened her eyes, she smiled the most loving smile and reached for me to hug.

“Hey, Sleep Head,” I cooed to her, softly.

“Hey, yourself, Handsome,” she replied, stretching herself out and yawning. “How long have you been awake?”

“Not long” I responded. “Just long enough to realize that I’m falling in love with you. Did you know that you have that affect on people? In just two weeks, actually eight days, you’ve made me fall madly and hopelessly in love with you. What do you have to say for yourself?”

She smiled the biggest smile, turned a slight color of pink around her beautiful face and snuggled into my arms. Very soon, I felt a warm droplet of moisture falling upon my chest as it escaped from her eye.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

She just chuckled nervously and said, “Yeah, I’m just getting all emotional on you, that’s all.” She looked up into my eyes, raised herself up and said, “Ben, that was the most wonderful thing you could have ever said to me. I do love you, too. I know that we are young. I know we or I don’t have that much experience with love. But whatever love is, I feel that for you.”

She proceeded to give me the warmest hug around the neck and she wouldn’t let go; not that I minded in the least. Her warm bare body crushed into my own, emulated our newly declared love. I wasn’t about to stop that feeling. Slowly, she sank down into the bed again leaning against me for support. I soothed and caressed her arm and held her tight for a few more moments.

“Let’s go in take a shower together,” I declared, rising into a sitting position.

“Do I stink?” she asked, teasingly.

“I don’t know. Let me smell,” I said as I rolled towards her smiling.

She squealed and made a dash for the bathroom but her attempt at locking me out was foiled by my foot in the door. So she threw herself into my arms, looked up in my eyes and said in a seductive a voice as she could muster, “Do you want to smell me, Big Guy?” I just closed the door and turned on the shower.

During our time together in the shower, I was caressing her with a soupy washcloth and as I swiped it down her abdomen onto her groin area, I suddenly marveled at the tightness of her crotch. Her lips, lightly covered by her light brown pubic hair, were actually firm to the touch, not pliable as I expected. I had never inspected labia before, so I don’t know why I was surprised, but I marveled at how soft yet firm they were. They looked like a day-old hotdog bun, firm yet you could, with a little effort, separate it to put the good stuff deep inside. There was nothing hanging down between them, just the firm tightness of a little used labia lips. Discovering her unexplored treasures like this, made me want to discover more.

“I’ve got an idea.” I stated. “When we finish cleaning up, I want to take an hour or so and kiss every square inch of your body. When I finish, I want to kiss it a second time.”

She squealed with the thought of my explorations, then said, “Is an hour enough time or are you going to skip the parts you’ve already kissed? In that case, it’ll only take you about five minutes.” She grinned with glee as she turned off the water and reach for a towel.

“After you finish your kissing, then it is my turn,” she stated matter-of-factly. “What do you say about that?” she asked, scooting up to me a giving me a hug. Then with a slap on my rear end, real hard, she made a dash back to the bedroom caring her towel.

As I arrived, she was toweling off her back and her sides leaving the front of her body wet. I was looking at this curiously, when she noticed my look and said, “I’m leaving the front for your kisses.” Spreading the towel down on the bed, she crawled up on it and lay down on her back. “I’m kissably yours,” she said with pride in her voice.

I started at her head, right on top and moved my way down.