Nuture my inner virgin

[BustyImp]

Going back in time,
I am a virgin. Young. Beautiful, Stacked and horny.

Raised in a strict Italian household, I was taught sex was bad and was only done to reproduce.

Bull@

I'm walking home in my favorite park. It is a beautiful fall day. It's nice and warm.

I'm strolling past the river basin to my secluded spot by the water fall. When who appears, but a mysterious stranger.

Oh, boy! Today is my day! I'm on the road to becoming a woman. I am about to have my first lesson in sex (forget about love, that's another thread).

Who are you and what do you teach me today?

 

[ReturnedOne]

Chapter one

You cannot help but notice the stranger. He has not been a part of the scenery in your favorite park before. He is older. He is not unattractive, but you would not stop to stare at him. But he looks directly at you as you saunter by and says, "Buon giorno, signorina."

Having been brought up in the strictest of Italian families, you are not absolutely certain whether you should be polite to your elders -- as you have been taught -- or whether you should ignore the comments of strangers -- as you also have been taught. You make a momentous decision and slow enough to respond, "Buon giorno, signore," and continue your stroll.

It takes but a moment for you to realize the stranger has fallen in beside you, matching your youthful stride with his own. He smells slightly of some sweet tobacco and a musky-sort of soap or cologne, much like the saddle soap you smell when you visit your uncle's stables at the villa.

He speaks to you again, "Where might a beautiful young lady such as yourself be going on this wonderfully bright Fall day? Of course, it was not especially bright just a few minutes ago; and now it is overwhelming."

You understand he is flattering you, but you have to laugh inwardly at his old-world charm and other-generational romanticism. You decide that teasing this older gentleman would be great sport for the afternoon, and respond, "Oh, I have decided to venture into the world and find what surprises lie in wait for me there. What surprises do you think I shall find?"

He slows his pace and, unwittingly, you slow yours because you honestly do not wish to break off the conversation this quickly. "I am aware of many, many surprises that a young woman such as yourself might run afoul of in this park, dear lady. Perhaps I might be your protector until we reach the other side of the path. Who knows who might be lurking in the undergrowth just ahead?"

 

[BustyImp]

Signore Please tell me more...

Why would such a handsome and worldly man such as yourself take any time talking to a silly young girl like me?

My mother say's I'm not too bright and my father says I'm plain looking, too. Why would you even look twice at me? A kid at school say I was pretty, but I think he just wanted to "give me a reputation" as my mother said. Mother said only dirty, sluty, girls "are loose" and that's why they're popular. I want to be popular too, but those kids at school are sooo stupid!

I have long auburn hair. I'd love to wear it loose. But my mother says it gets in the way. I want to wear make up too, but of course she says no to that too. I think my green eyes would be much prettier with make up, don't you? Don't you think that I should be allowed to wear my hair long and wear make up?

I dream of a man touching me the way they do in the movies. I sometimes go to my friend's house and her brother has tapes. Dirty movie tapes. Those ladies are sooo beautiful! When I go home, I touch myself in my private places. Mother says my fingers will fall off. Bitch! Sorry for saying a bad word.

Would you like to sit with me? There's a nice clearing just past those bushes. I hope you will come...

 

[Guest]

My dear girl, how mistaken you and your parents are! I am certain that your mother and father mean well. They tell you that you are “plain-looking;” and they do not allow you to wear your hair long, down your back; and they do not permit you to wear make-up because they are protecting you. They do not want to acknowledge the beautiful young woman you have become right under their noses. You see, that makes them a lot older than they really want to be. As long as they keep you looking like a child, and thinking you are a child, they can remain as young as they want to be.

And let me tell you this, young lady, no one I know would ever call you ‘silly’ for any reason. I don’t know where you came up with that idea, but it is as far from the truth as possible. For example, how many young ladies your age could carry on a conversation with an older man such as myself? You have shown no hesitation and you are quite in control of yourself here. I am quite impressed with what I’ve seen and heard today.

Now, as for sitting with you awhile, of course I shall join you. I know the clearing of which you speak, too. It was one of my favorite “hiding spots” when I was your age. And, yes, dear, I was your age at one time. <chuckle> Let’s move on to where we can slip through the bushes and be alone. I would like to hear more about your dreams and your plans. You must have some very interesting ideas running through that beautiful head of yours. I want you to tell me about them.

((as we walk, I continue to talk)) Of course, this idea of yours about “…dream[ing] of a man touching [me] the way they do in the movies…” could get you into some very serious trouble if you ever decide to go through with that idea. First of all, you must make absolutely certain that your parents never, ever learn about those experiments. And second, you must be very particular in who you choose to be the one who will assist you in learning about such things. The boys of your age are truly just that – boys. They have no idea how to make you feel special. I am certain that all they really think about is making themselves feel good at your expense. So, be careful, dear, in your choosing.

Ahh, here we are. Just slip through here and we’ll be in our own private, green world. This is the way I used to disappear from the rest of the world when I was younger. Well, it looks just as it did back then. I wonder how many young people have discovered this place? You did. But, of course, you’re special. That’s why you found it.

Sit here with me on the moss and tell me about those movies you see at your friend’s house. What sort of things do they do in those movies? Why do you think those ladies in the movies are beautiful, as you said? And, my dear, you must never think of those as “dirty” movies. There is nothing “dirty” about what they are doing. If it makes them feel good, and if it makes their partner feel good, then it cannot be ‘dirty,’ can it?

I am not surprised that you touch yourself when you get home. I used to touch myself all the time after watching that kind of movie when I was your age. I never knew when I was young that girls touched themselves, too. I thought that only boys did that. I learned about girls doing it much, much later. I wish I had known earlier.

And you know that your fingers won’t fall off, don’t you? Your mother is very old-fashioned and thinks that is a way to make you stop. It won’t. It didn’t make me stop when my mother told me I’d go blind. One time, she smacked me in the head with a wooden spoon because I was a smart-mouth at 13 and told her that “I’ll risk one eye.”
It’s a very natural thing to do. Everybody does it. Nobody has ever gone blind that I know of and no girl’s fingers ever fell off, either. Of course, it is only a substitute for having a boy or another girl do it for you. Do you and your friend ever touch yourselves when you are together? Or do you ever touch each other? How about your friend’s brother? Does he ever join in?

You know, of course, that if you’d really like to learn, I can teach you all about those things you are wondering about. We’d have to keep it our own secret, though. No one else would understand how important it is to you. They would make fun of you, probably, and you wouldn’t want that. So, if you agree, we can begin today. What do you want to know? What do you want to do first?

But before you say anything, let me kneel here behind you and loosen that long braid of yours. I want to see this young woman’s hair as it was meant to be. We can put it back up later. But for now, let me comb it out with my fingers and see if it shines in the sun like I think it will. ………… Ahhhhhh, Bellissima mia. You are beautiful that way!

 

[ReturnedOne]

A surprise...

OOC: In reviewing the previous post, I noticed that it was listed as being submitted by "Unregistered"....hmmmm, there is soooo much I have to learn about this Board.... I posted the previous paragraphs from a different computer location and was listed as "Unregistered, a guest"....well, sorry about that, loyal fans.
I do hope my partner returns soon. I am far into the future with this story and I would like to continue.

 

[BustyImp]

the beautiful ladies in the movies...

to my signore Edward
I love having my hair loose. It makes me feel free.

I will never tell my parents about my lessons. I can't stand their rules! This is my body, and I'm going to use it...

The sun is beating on my face. It's warm. I'm very warm in my sweater. May I take it off? I hope you don't think I'm forward.

Signore, what will my first lesson be? I want to be beautiful, just like the ladies in the movies. I've brought some make up with me. Will you wait until I put some on? I want to look beautiful for you. You've been so kind.

I love you running your fingers through my hair. It's auburn, you know. My mother said I couldn't even get that right. "It's not brown, it's not red! Just like you to have hair different from us. Maybe you don't even belong in this family!" "Oh, but don't worry, you'll stay. You're my cross to bear..."

Signore, I hope I'm no cross for you to bear. I son't want to be an imposition. I'm graitful for any time you spend with me.

There, I have my make up on. Did I do it right? I don't look silly do I?

I'm kneeling down beside you. Suddenly, I freak. I'm sitting on the ground with my white underwear on. If my mother sees my underwear dirty, she will kill me. I'm going behind that bush to take it off....

Now the ground feels funny against my "private parts". You're smiling. Why? Am I silly?

 

[ReturnedOne]

Your Education Commences...

Cara mia,

Once again, you ask that question for which I have no tolerance: "Am I silly?" I will not accept that question from your lips one more time, my dear thing. You have no cause to ever think you are "silly," so let us permanently dispense with that question and that terminology. I hope I am understood in this.

Next, I honestly do not see why you choose to disguise your natural beauty with commercial products. What you have is a gift, my dear; make the best of it. I AM gratified that you have not slathered on tons of paint and gloss. That is a mitake so many young women make these days.

Here, let me rub just a bit of that lipstick from your small lips. You do not need quite that much. Just a slight coloring will allow the fullness and the firmness of those lips to flow through.

The blush is light enough that it only serves to highten the color of your cheeks, and so, is acceptable. The eye-shadow, however, must go. It is not for you. It makes you into something you are not and should not wish to be. "Those ladies in the movies..." apply gobs of that cosmetic to hide the fact that they are older and becoming "used-looking" and cannot allow that or their careers would be finished.

Here, lick the tip of your finger and let me use it to wipe away some of the color. Ahhh, you tease your fingertip with your tongue. That, my dear, is both beautiful and grown-up.

There. Now. Imminently better. The real you. The innocent, pure, and beautiful you. That is what I saw on the path; and that is what you must strive to be....yourself.

I must disagree with your mother's statement about your hair. Having auburn hair is like having green eyes....beautifully individual. How many millions of redheads are there in this world? How many billions of brunettes? Now, count the number of women with a glorious crown of auburn hair like yours and you'll find just how much of an individual you are. Revel in it, my dear; make it your crowning glory. Treat it with tenderness and reverence. It will serve you well in attracting the most interesting males of the species.

You could never be considered a "... cross to bear...," my love. You are far to beautiful to be compared to that sort of symbol. Look at yourself in the mirror sometime. Allow your eyes to feast on every luscious inch of that young body and tell yourself that you are more than anyone else thinks you could ever be. You are you!

I didn't mind that you took off your sweater, dear; it allows me to take in more of your natural beauty. But removing your panties is a bit of a push, isn't it? I suppose that sitting there on the cool moss is making your "special parts" feel a bit different, isn't it? If it gets too uncomfortable, you could sit here on my lap, dear one. It would keep you warmer and drier while we talk.

You are going to think of me as rather foolish, I know, perhaps even forward; but I am going to ask you to open your hand and give me those litte white nothings. I don't want you to wrinkle them in your hand. Dear, dear, what would mother say if she saw them all wrinkled? Let me put them into my pocket for now, and I'll return them when we leave. Would that be ok?

And I think I would like to help you along in your
education. Have you ever kissed a man? I don't mean a boy your age, but a man. Have you? I think that this is the first lesson we might undertake to find out if you have what it takes to be like those ladies in the films you've been watching. What do you think?

(you may describe your feelings and your actions here.....I hope you'll follow through with my suggestions)

Edward