Arranging Kasiutrellas First Night (Chapter Two)

Pierre knocked on Kasiutrella's bedroom door; hoping simply to explain what should be effortless, in the form of declaring that though he did like her very much and even think her a beautiful young lady he was involved with her mother; apart from not wanting to take advantage of her youth. Pierre even preparing the words he would say; which included explaining how it would not be long before she found another one who would make her even laugh at how she had at one point even considered him as a man for herself.

"Go, away mother, I don't want to talk to you tonight; this can wait till tomorrow!" were the words he heard as he waited outside her door. Pierre at any other moment would have announced his presence and explained the reason for his wanting to see her yet there was something about the night and the way Karen had spoken to him along with her touch that made him simply open the room and enter to see Kasiutrella sitting at her desk sobbing. It was odd to him how women, even young ones like Kasiutrella had never failed to turn him on when ever he saw them with their eyes almost cried out and in a desperate state as she was; still in her dress with make up running down her check; as she turned around to where he now stood probably expecting to find her mother.

Kasiutrella having lost conscious of the position of her legs, had placed one foot on top of her chair; leaving her in a position that exposed the inside of her dress to him; who could see clearly that her were stockings. Pierre, as he approached Kasiutrella became excited by her legs, which seemed to add to her sexuality as well as her sadness which she could see so clearly in her red eyes which seemed to be gazing up at him almost like a homeless child. Pierre for a moment forgetting what he would say however his words were not the ones that would be heard as Kasiutrella simply cried out "I am sorry, I got you in trouble" as she placed her arms around the one who had come to consul her. Pierre feeling overwhelmed by the warmth of her body, contrary to feeling unaffordable took an air of wanting to protect her more with his embrace than the almost sermon he had prepared about how they should be only friends.

Kasiutrella, cried on Pierre's shoulder as he knelt in front of her chair; clinging on to him as if one who simply needed somebody's shoulder just to release all the emotion she had within. Pierre in all truth had not been too keen on explaining what Karen had asked of him, given he felt it was really something which had already been understand between himself and Kasiutrella. He having accepted to come to Kasiutrella's room only because of her mother's insistence, perhaps so Karen might feel better about herself; specially after what she had said and done yet it was as she held Kasiutrella in his arms, with her sobbing and looking in his eyes lovingly that he realized the speech he had prepared on his way to her room would only get in the way of the friendship they were feeling for each other.

Pierre; however for his part was still slightly aroused by what he and Karen had commenced and the sensation of Kasiutrella's body so close to his own only helped to renew this in him as he held her who seemed so warm and lovable. She even kissing him on the check and slightly on the mouth as they had done that evening. Once with their tongues while dancing a slow number at the disco. Pierre once arrived at that moment would have simply said good night wishing her to sleep well had it been any other day under any other circumstances but it was then that it became perfectly clear what he as a man should do.

Pierre proceeded to pick up Kasiutrella in his arms, much like one does with an infant and carry her to bed; where their relationship would be decided in favor of what they had both wanted from the start. Kasiutrella had dreamed of this moment for a long time; being held by this man like she knew her mother was yet there was fear in her which made her shake as if with fever; for this would be her first time. The way to her bed in Pierre's arms was not long yet it seemed eternal as her rose moistened from the strength he demonstrated not only in the way he carried her but the lust she could see in his eyes. Kasiutrella, had been aroused by the evening and to a large extent her mother's action yet she needed to be reassured she would be handled the way she had always wanted to, which was in fact what she meant when she cried out still in her admirer's arms "Please, don't hurt me". Pierre smiling warmly at these words as he responded "I love you Kasiutrella, like your mother; I'll never hurt you, ever", just before placing her on the bed with their second kiss; on that evening to involve both their tongues.

Kasiutrella had waited for this moment for so long; almost since childhood. It being then when she first had visual contact with the man, whose intensions were now all too clear that they would make love. Pierre kissed Kasiutrella, who had become perhaps due to what had occurred before; filled with the lust that takes all who experience it. Pierre however being the one of the two with the more experience led his hand down Kasiutrella's dress to that spot on her breast he knew so well for all the delicate features it possessed.

There was even a slight moan from Kasiutrella; as her breast's areoles were called to attention yet she was now a very young woman, who desired not to cover familiar ground but have theirs end where none other had ever delivered her. Kasiutrella feeling the need for Pierre's root simply took matters to herself; knowing he was with her to guide. Kasiutrella lusted and was not about to have her virginity continue; making her almost to Pierre's surprise spread her legs, allowing his body between them as she raised her dress, exposing to his eyes the white stockings she wore beneath.

Pierre was ready; his root had taken the form required to intrude itself inside Kasiutrella; them both feeling foreplay in further form would be but a disturbance. This given how the events of the evening concerning all the accusations and even violence had served this purpose; to the point of taking them to where theirs was at hand.

Kasiutrella with her legs apart felt Pierre's presence about to penetrate her yet it was his hand that seemed to search for something between her legs; as she felt his stroke on the most intimate part of her sexuality. This being the part of her which like the fashion of the time was not covered by hair. Pierre looked at her with a smile; realizing she was not wearing this under garment (Karen had suggested she not wear any, given how their line would be visible through the dress's light fabric) which would have definitely gotten in the way.

Kasiutrella's smile of approval told Pierre that all was ready; for theirs which had almost been imposed on them by circumstances and it was then that in the most traditional of positions, Pierre thrust his root on to Kasiutrella's rose, which up till then was unaware of such sensations. Kasiutrella felt a sharp pain as she had so often heard referred to by all her girlfriends; who had already engaged in their first full sexual encounter yet it was her being ready that lessened this unpleasant impact. It however was only this initial moment for once her rose had fully adopted, it did not take but a few strokes for theirs to become the actions of lovers accustomed not only to the act but each other. This being the case since their moves had become coordinated; Pierre holding Kasiutrella by the shoulders as his eyes looked in to hers in the same mode she had so often imagined they did at her mother.

Kasiutrella, now moaning loudly as Pierre made love to her like a full grown woman; who had wrapped her stocking covered legs around his waist; while her nails and teeth in desperate ecstasy carved in to the back of he who in all reality contrary to minding even took glee in how he had caused her to loose contact with her conscious being to act on instinct. Pierre even remembering and echoing Karen's words "take care of me and Kasiutrella" in his head as he made love to Kasiutrella.

Kasiutrella had in all truth never thought of pleasing either one of her parents with the choice of the one to take her first in sexuality yet making love to her mother's admirer was also not something she had ever figured on. It being strange to her how at such a time when her first orgasm approached; her mind would sway in such a direction. This was what she wanted; with the one she deeply desired yet had not had the courage to seek out even in her thoughts of awareness, for it had all been but that which she had denied herself.

Kasiutrella, however was now engaged in the ultimate act of sexuality between a man and a woman; as Pierre's root was making its presence felt all through out her inner self. It sending sensations of flight in her like the ones she had heard about on so many occasions but had doubted that such be in truth. She groaned as her moment approached yet it was the shock that followed which she would never forget.

The moment was just as she would not only experience her first body trembling and spray of lust that Karen came in to her bedroom. Kasiutrella was stunned, having been caught in the act yet she could not bring to a halt that which had already been set to go forward even if she had wanted to.

Karen, seeing what her daughter and admirer were involved in simply looked lovingly at Kasiutrella with a hint of pride and worry. It much like a parent seeing her own child ride a bicycle for the first time; Kasiutrella could not stop yet did not need to for her mother's eyes told her nothing would have been more inappropriate. Kasiutrella received courage from her mother's gaze much like when she played tennis and it was what increased her audacity to accelerate her tempo to bring about a climax. Karen for her part making over to Kasiutrella, taking her hand as she and the man who had become their mutual admirer experienced their first orgasm in simultaneous fashion.

Kasiutrella at that moment felt the love of both; the man who would be father to her first child and the woman whose child she was. Pierre (still unaware of Karen's being in the room) continued, having grown in affection for the young lady he had always seen as a child till then. Karen held her daughter's hand as if guiding her; knowing what her body was going through and while she herself took spirit in how it was this what she planed all along. Pierre, Kasiutrella and herself would form a loving couple, composed of two women and a man; ever eager to please both his ladies.

Kasiutrella, in all this was also pleased; as her mother still held her hand, providing that ever required moral support like she so often had done through out her life. It was however as Pierre's passion exploded in her that she appreciated her mother perhaps more than before; for they were friends of the truest nature.