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But what an enticing scenario it was...

It suddenly occurred to me to make sure the blinds in front of our window were closed. They were.

"Stand in front of me and take off all of your clothing, one piece at a time," I instructed.

Yayoi gasped, and I thought maybe it was a real gasp. Was she not expecting such instructions? She dutifully stood up and took off her tights, then her sweater. At that point it was just her blouse and skirt. She paused, looking at me.

"Everything?" she asked. She paused. I was going to say something, I'm not sure what, when she said, "I've never been naked in front of a man since I was very little."

Without waiting for me to tell her that she didn't have to take her clothing off if she'd rather not, Yayoi turned around and pulled her blouse off. She then started fiddling with her bra strap, with her back turned towards me.

"Face me," I instructed.

She turned around, continuing to take her bra off, letting it drop to the floor. She was breathing heavily.

"Good girl," I said, which caused her to gasp again immediately. This seemed real. "You like to be a good girl, eh?" I asked. She gasped again, gently nodding affirmatively, as she pulled down her skirt and faced me in nothing but her tight panties. She paused, and then removed her last article of clothing.

"Lay down," I instructed, offering her the space in the bed beside me.

Yayoi lay down on her back, her breasts rising and falling noticeably with her pronounced breathing. I touched her face, which seemed to be slightly ticklish for her. I kissed her briefly, and touched her all over the front of her body, her breasts, stomach, thighs, her pussy, which was wet and glistening. She lay still as I touched her, tense.

I rolled over on top of her, propping myself up with my elbows. Her legs were stiffly spread out to either side of her. I lifted them up and out, and Yayoi kept them in place after that.

"What should I do?" she asked.

"Nothing. Just stay like that."

"I've never done this before," she said. Such a clich__ line, among so many others, probably. But it was spoken with complete conviction.

I slowly pushed inside of her, a little bit at a time, until after a while I was all the way in. I stayed there. Her stomach, her pussy, everything seemed to be pulsing, tense, tight. I could feel her heart beat with my cock, easily, clearly.

"How does that feel?" I asked.

"It hurts. And it feels so good. I had no idea." Almost exactly the same three short sentences I remember my lover uttering years before, who was actually in the midst of being deflowered at the time. Maybe that's what Yayoi said the first time, too.

"I'll move in and out slowly, but if it hurts too much, tell me."

She's a virginal high school student, I thought. If I'm to be a decent deflowerer, I shouldn't fuck her too hard. I wanted to, but I was also suddenly enjoying what seemed like the very clear knowledge that Yayoi desperately wanted me to move a bit faster and harder, too.

"Does that feel good?"

"Yes, really good," she answered. Nothing about the pain this time. She was hoping that by not mentioning the pain, maybe I'd go faster and harder. I kept on moving slowly, wondering if she'd ask me to move faster if I didn't do it. She didn't. She just became more tense.

"I guess if you've never had sex before, you've never had an orgasm this way either?" I asked.

"Sometimes I touch myself," she said, vaguely.

I started moving a bit faster and harder. About the pace that had made her come repeatedly the night before. Her body suddenly seemed electrified, like every cell in it was now made aware that the proper fucking conditions had been created for orgasm to occur.

Yayoi was tense, and clearly on her way to an orgasm, but not there yet, when a look of pain appeared on her face.

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