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when he panicked and tried to tuck her panties underneath his side.

Sauntering over to the bed, her eyes raked all over him again as her breathing deepened. She put her knee on the bed and leaned in to loom over him before giving him a warm kiss on his inexperienced, and therefore unmoving, lips.

“So what have you been up to?” She asked with a teasing smile.

He squirmed beneath her and answered too quickly.

“N-nothing.”

She settled down on her side against him, her head propped on her elbow, their faces still close as she used the back of one finger to stroke his cheek.

“Ah baby, now be honest. A woman hates to be lied to. It hurts us more than anything.”

At first his mouth opened and he looked ready to try to do just that, but she arched an eyebrow down at him and he closed it again.

His hand pulled her panties out from beneath his side and together they looked down at them.

A deep blush spread over his face and shoulders, even a few splotchy patches of red appearing on his upper chest.

“I-I was just looking at them.” He whispered.

She chuckled and kissed the side of his head.

“That’s okay, I said you could, remember? But I’m surprised, you weren’t... smelling them?”

No response beyond the continued blush, so she reached down and pulled the bit of lace away from his fingers before bringing it up to his narrow chest between his nipples.

“I see, maybe you think that admitting it makes you a pervert. It doesn’t, there’s no such thing. Being curious about sex, about the feel of things, the touch, the smell... it’s how we survived as a species. Make no mistake, we are sexual animals.”

She brought her panties to his chin, she had told him they were from the day before, they weren’t, because that would be gross. She’d worn them for a few hours that morning, long enough to infuse them with her scent, but not so long that it became overpowering.

Maria studied his reaction carefully: she hardly wanted to just stuff them into his face!

No, she waited for him to ever so slightly tilt his head before pressing them against his lips.

“It’s okay, I want you to.” She leaned in to kiss his temple.

Slowly, uncertainly, he shifted his face, tilting his nose to press into the lace that had been covering her pussy not twelve hours ago.

Just a hesitant little sniff.

Her head slipped off the hand supporting it, and she brought her face right down to the side of his head, her wet lips brushing against his ear lobe.

“Oh come on, how were you doing it before I came in? Take a good long sniff.”

Now she pressed them to his face, making sure that the lacy silk enveloped his nostrils.

He took a deeper inhalation, her sweet musk filling his world.

As soon as she heard his nose working, her tongue lashed out and pulled his earlobe between her teeth and he let out an involuntary exclamation of surprise.

“Do you know what that smell is?” She whispered directly into his ear; “That’s me your smelling, that’s my warm, wet heat. That’s my vagina you’re smelling baby.”

Her use of the more clinical word was deliberate.

She didn’t like to use too much crass language in her dealings with virgins.

When ‘penis’ and ‘vagina’ became ‘cock’ and ‘pussy’ it shifted into the fantastical language of mature seduction and holo-pornos. And none of those held any appeal for her, so she deliberately used words that would strip back that veneer of fantasy.

To make it more real.

To make her more real.

His eyes fluttered closed.

Her desire with all of her lovers was to make the experience as visceral and tangible as she could in order to brand the experience into their brains so that years later they would look back fondly and still get aroused when thinking of her.

He took another deep breath and let out a moan through his mouth.

She could feel the heat of his exhalation on her palm as it saturated the fabric in her hand. Breath by breath, it would eventually mingle his scent with hers.

“Do you like that smell baby? Does my vagina smell good to you?”

He couldn’t reply with a face-full of her panties so she pulled them away a bit.

“Y-yes. You smell so nice.”

Her tongue slid into his ear and a cold wave of goose-bumps went over the right side of his neck and shoulder from the unfamiliar, but not unwelcome sensation.

She brought her hand away from his face, the silky fabric bunching up in her fist as she settled it against his chest again.

Her lips moved from his ear to his cheek, her face now hovering over his.

“What do you want baby? Say it, and it’s yours.” She asked with a husky whisper.

His throat moved as he swallowed, while his eyes flicked back and forth between hers as her sweet breath washed over his face.

Shyly, still hesitant, he answered her.

“C-can we, can we maybe k-kiss again?”

He surprised her. She had promised him another blowjob when she returned, that was what she was expecting him to ask for, what she had wanted him to ask for.

This was so much better.

Her smile was like the sun coming out right in his face.

“Oh honey, you are just too sweet!” She pecked him on the lips quickly; “Make-out session it is.”

She rolled off of the bed just long enough to tear her shirt off, while her purple panties stayed sitting in a bunch on his chest.

He made to remove them, but she put her hand over his to stop him.

“Not yet baby, I still have a use for those.”

His brow furrowed and she smirked as she settled back down against him,

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