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In the time since their first session, Sol had slowly blossomed with confidence, however limited the experience was. Before, she was always comfortable hugging Rex, but now she was able to freely kiss him to her heart’s content. He’d always hold her in all the right ways, be equal parts tender and gentle, and he always made sure to ask her first.
They have yet to do anything else sexually, but Rex was insistent that they only do things when she was ready. He never pushed her, even in moments where she came close to saying “yes” only to say “no” at the last moment.
He’d always reassure her: “No means no. No matter when you say it. And you are always allowed to say no, even if you had just said yes.”
Sol smiled to herself. He’d never failed to make her feel safe.
She leaned back and bumped her head against said dog-boy’s. They were currently sitting in his room just watching a show that Nomi-Nomi had recommended to them. Rex was resting against his pillows and hugged Sol close to his chest, her laying in between his legs. Rex smiled and shuffled slightly, moving his head above her shoulder and pressed a kiss against her head.
He was in bliss being able to share these touches with Sol so freely and frequently. Sol had always been different to him. So important, so unattainable. But being able to be this close to her, being one of the people she trusted the most, he’d be happy if they never did anything more than this.
Sex was fun, don’t get him wrong. Man, woman, nonbinary, he didn’t care. He couldn’t deny he loved a good orgasm (or a few, depending on partner and stamina), but he loved love more. He loved the feeling of being intimate with someone. The trust, the care, the love between him and his partners. He had more than enough love to go around, and he made sure that his partners felt love through every step of the way.
But this… this tenderness, these gentle interactions he had with Sol… they were on another level entirely. She was different to him. And he never wanted that to change. So he’d go at her pace, for eternity if he must, if only to make sure he could keep holding her like this.
Sol sighed in peace and relaxed further into Rex’s embrace. She slid down slightly, resting her head against his chest and tucking herself under his chin. She closed her eyes and just let herself get lost in his hold. Rex held her tighter in response. He pressed another kiss to her head then rested his cheek there.
Neither spoke, not wanting to disturb their peace.
Eventually, though, Sol moved her hand to hold Rex’s. She stared at their hands as she played with his fingers. Rex could tell that something was going through her head, but he waited for her to say something.
At last, she said, “I think I want to try again.”
Another kiss to her head. “Are you sure, sweetheart?”
Sol nodded and shifted in Rex’s hold. She turned to face him, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek, rubbing a thumb across his cheekbone. “Yes.” She was confident. She felt relaxed. Though she’d tried to force herself in the past, at that moment, it just felt natural. She had none of her prior reservations.
Rex couldn’t help the sweet smile that crossed his face. She’d come a long way already. He leaned in to give her a small kiss-
Then he moved her.
Sol blinked and looked at Rex in confusion, trying not to feel hurt, but she realized that he was prepping something instead.
He wasn’t shy to admit it, but Rex had been planning something for their next session. From what Sol had told him in the beginning, she wasn’t even sure of her own body. In his mind, it was far better to know herself before trying to know someone else’s body. He shifted to the center of the headboard and waved a hand to turn off the holoprojector and turn down the lights.
Sol’s breath hitched a little. The only lights in the room belonged to the string of fairy lights above them, and they illuminated such a soft look on Rex’s face. One of adoration. She couldn’t get enough of it. Rex tilted his head and opened his arms wide. “Back to me, darling,” he said, his voice soft and low. Sol nodded and shuffled to sit between his legs, her back against his chest again.
Rex kept his touches light. His hands settled briefly on her thighs, his palms sliding down toward her knees before coming back up. His fingers trailed over her hands, up the outsides of her arms to settle on her biceps. He pressed a lingering kiss against her shoulder with a gentle squeeze to her biceps, then let his hands travel down her arms, very slowly, until they rested on top of her hands. His large ones enveloped her own. He gently held the back of them, moving her hands and arms into a self-hug.
His voice ghosted across her ear. “Tonight,” a kiss to her shoulder, “will be all about you.” A kiss to her cheek. “I will not be exploring your body,” a kiss to her temple, “you will.”
“How—”
“Shh,” he whispered, giving her a squeeze. He never let go of her hands. He intended to use them well tonight. “Just close your eyes. And trust me.”
She did. Oh how she did. Her eyes slid closed and she relaxed further into him. She could feel the gentle weight of Rex’s hands on her own, how he held them just above her wrists, how his thumbs curled around to her palms.
Rex guided her hands out of the self-hug. He let Sol’s fingers trail over her own body, letting her do the tracing instead of him. He guided them up her arms to her shoulders then down again, brushing the opposite hips and waistline, uncrossing them to settle on her thighs.
“Your body tells a story,” Rex said, his voice calm. “It tells you what it needs. How it feels. Tonight, you’re going to read that story. You’re going to discover things, discover yourself, and finally listen to your body instead of being afraid of it.”
“But… I am afraid.” Sol was a little embarrassed at the admission, but it was true. She was scared of touching herself. It was too embarrassing. She wasn’t sure what to do. She was afraid she’d do something wrong. The very things that kept her from intimacy with a man kept her from intimacy with herself.
“Then we will teach you to be unafraid.” Rex leaned forward to press a reassuring kiss to Sol’s cheek. “Your body is nothing to fear. It’s something to love. So let’s learn how to love your body.”
Rex started small. He led one hand up to her face. He traced Sol’s jaw with her own fingers, the touch feeling light, sensual, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Together they went from her jawline down the column of her throat, just off center. Her fingers brushed her collarbones, and Rex had her linger there for a few moments before moving down.
After a brief brush toward her shoulder, Rex brought her down to the swell of her breast. Not too close, just barely past where her sternum ended. He carefully shaped Sol’s hand so it curved with her skin, just letting her cup the top of her breast, then moved his own hand back to her wrist, careful not to physically touch her anywhere else. He wanted her to just get used to being near any intimate zones.
Sol took the time to just register the weight of her hand. She wasn’t touching herself, not yet. But it still felt so intimate. On her own, she brought her other hand from her thigh to the other swell of her breast. The tips of her fingers dipped ever so slightly into her cleavage, and Sol found herself actually comfortable with the touch, and she grew warm but also curious.
Without prompting or guidance from Rex, Sol moved her hands slowly. She cupped her hands, curving them over her breasts. She explored across the tops of her breasts, over the front, to the sides and back, squeezing lightly and just exploring herself at her pace.
Rex placed a light kiss on her shoulder as he moved his hands to rest on her elbows. “Tell me what you’re feeling, baby,” he said, his voice soft.
“I feel… good.” It was true. The weight of her hands felt nice surprisingly. The way she moved and explored had started making her feel warm. Her hand brushed the front of her breasts again and she bit her lip. She could feel her nipples through her bra, the peaks getting more prominent the warmer she got.
“Use your thumbs,” Rex whispered through the beginning haze in her mind.
It was as if her body was under his control. Without really thinking about it, she cupped her breasts again and let her thumbs run back and forth across her nipples. Her breath hitched at the sensation. She was incredibly sensitive and responsive. Her thumbs sped up slightly, chasing that feeling.
Rex kissed the side of Sol’s head, rubbing her arms in comfort. He felt at ease knowing that Sol was gaining confidence in herself, her actions, her body, her pleasure. He rested his chin on her shoulder to speak softly, “Do you wanted to try under your shirt now?”
He felt Sol tense under him for a moment, but she surprised him by biting her lip and nodding. She wanted to feel that skin to skin contact. Rex let Sol move on her own, quietly reinforcing that he would not touch her. Sol actually felt emboldened. She wasn’t sure if it was the mood, her confidence, or her rising pleasure, but she began to lose herself to it. Her hands moved to the edge of her shirt and she pulled it to rest above her breasts, exposing her bra. Just that act alone sent shivers of pleasure through her.
There was something incredibly sensual, so sexually powerful about it, and it made Sol crave the skin to skin contact more. Her fingers brushed her bare skin, the swells of her breasts rising with her breath. Her head tilted back with a sigh. She grasped at her breasts with slightly more force. She could feel her heated skin through the thin fabric of her sports bra and she wanted to feel it all. She clenched her thighs together the more she played with her breasts, chasing her pleasure. She couldn’t explain why it felt so sexy to her, but she liked it.
A gentle smile bloomed across Rex’s face. His pride in Sol was soaring. He wanted her free to try things and was glad she was confident enough to take initiative. Sol had always been beautiful, so her discovering how beautiful she was made his heart swell. He moved his hands away from her arms to rest on her thighs and he gave them a gentle squeeze.
With Rex’s change in touch, Sol surprised him again. While keeping one hand on her breasts, she turned her head and brought the other hand up to Rex’s hair, threading her fingers through it. She brought him into a deep kiss, both their eyes fluttering closed. They savored each other’s mouths, their kisses heated without moving fast. Sol began to understand what pleasure could do to you. She never wanted to leave this embrace. She was getting addicted to this feeling, the feeling of him, the feeling of herself.
Sol broke their kiss to breathe, but she didn’t go far. She rested her forehead against his, brushing their noses. “Talk to me, baby,” Rex whispered, wanting to hear her voice.
“Good. So good,” she breathed, a little delirious. “You feel this… all the time?”
Rex chuckled a little. “Not all the time. But often, yeah. Your body is speaking to you the way it’s supposed to. It’s nothing to be afraid of.” He kissed her again with another squeeze to her thighs.
“Teach me more,” she murmured.
“Are you sure?”
“Please.”
Stars that plea nearly did him in. He willed himself to stay grounded, but one day, he swore he would hear those pleas again. Instead, he gently took the hand tangled in his hair in his own. He grasped her wrist lightly again and brought it down to her stomach. He trailed her fingers across her skin, brushing her ribs and stomach, then led her down to just rest her weight on her pelvis. He gently eased her fingers flat, letting her feel her heated skin through her pants.
The feel of her fingers felt odd again, but again, not unpleasant. Sol allowed her fingers to slightly rub back and forth and only just realized how sensitive the skin was. She wasn’t even near an erogenous zone but her skin already buzzed under her hand. She didn’t know that places like that could even feel sensitive or pleasurable. Rex’s hand moved back to her wrist so she could explore the area, pressing her fingers in with different forces and areas.
Rex ever so slowly nudged her hand, inching it downward and downward until her fingers brushed just above her sex. Sol’s breath hitched. The closer she got, the warmer she felt, the more sensitive she was, the more pleasure she felt. But she hesitated for a moment, knowing she was about to really touch herself for the first time.
Rex sensed her hesitation so he stopped moving, instead pressing a kiss to her shoulder. He would wait. He’d wait forever.
Sol took a deep breath. She could do this. She moved her hand herself, her fingers brushing across her clothed mound until she fully cupped herself. She felt how warm she was, her hand burning and sending pleasure blooming through the area. She involuntarily clenched her thighs around her hand at the feeling.
Rex moved his hands to Sol’s knees, gently pulling her legs open again. “Don’t hide from yourself, love. Just discover.”
Sol nodded, focusing on her hand. She curled her fingers, letting the tips brush along the seam of her pants, along the sensitive skin. She explored along the seam, down the middle, then to the outside, circling the outside of her mound, then pressed her full hand against herself. The warmth against her hand grew more and more, especially from where the heel of her palm rested.
She recalled vaguely from Congruence’s lecture about what was there. Her hand was brushing her clit, and the pleasure she felt from just a slight pressure had her hips just slightly bucking. Her eyes rolled a little, definitely liking the feeling. Her other hand tightened on her breast as the other slowly ground her palm against the area. Sol finally let out a moan at the feeling, her pleasure reaching higher than it had before.
Rex had to bite his lip to swallow the groan that had bubbled up. Stars she sounded so sexy.
As Sol experimented with different pressures and positions of her hand, Rex pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Do you want to try underneath your clothes?”
This time, the question had her stilling. So far, she had not once touched her bare skin in any of those areas. She knew it would feel different. But how different? Would it be good? Bad? Could she? The pleasure began to fade as her mind started to spiral.
Rex pressed another reassuring kiss against Sol’s shoulder, giving her knees a light squeeze. “No is always an option, Sol. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
“I…” Sol bit her lip, unsure of what to do. She did want to try. She wasn’t even sure if she was scared to do it. She just… was unsure of what it would be like. The thought of touching herself skin to skin beneath her pants felt odd, almost taboo. Like she wasn’t supposed to. But that was ridiculous. It was her body, there was nothing taboo about it. She just… didn’t know.
Another kiss to her shoulder. “It’s okay, Sol. I promise.”
“I… Can you… not look?” Her voice came out small, but Rex understood. He shuffled slightly behind Sol, recentering her against his chest before settling his hands on his own knees rather than hers. He closed his eyes, but he rested his forehead against the back of her head to reassure her that he couldn’t see anything she was doing. Somehow, just knowing he wasn’t watching anymore helped her breathe.
She steadied herself with a few deep breaths. Her hands shook as she undid the button and zipper of her pants, but she remained determined. She slipped her hand beneath her pants first, just to test the waters. Only the thin fabric of her underwear separated her from herself. She could feel the outline of the small curls of her pubic hair through the thin fabric, and how damp her underwear had gotten. Acknowledging that seemed so… bizarre. She’d never really given it any thought before. It was just there like every other part of her body.
She took another deep breath before moving her hand underneath her underwear, finally touching bare skin. She still felt sensitive along her pubic mound, which brought some of the pleasure back. But as her fingers went lower, she just felt… weird.
It wasn’t a good weird, but it wasn’t a bad weird either. She’d never touched herself in this manner, with the mindset of it being sexual. All she’d done before was clean herself in the shower, never thinking much else about it. But now, she was hyperaware of every part of herself.
How slick she felt, how sensitive her parts were, the different textures across her vagina. It was all so new and bizarre to her. She didn’t know what to make of any of it. What confused her the most was… why didn’t it feel sexual anymore? Why didn’t it turn her on like everything else had? Was she doing something wrong? Was it her?
Rex could practically hear Sol getting lost in her own head. When she stopped moving and became stiff, he gave her head a gentle nuzzle. “Talk to me, Sol.”
“Is… is there something wrong with me?”
The timidness in her tone had Rex wanting to embrace her, but he restrained himself knowing how delicate a position she was in. “Why do you ask?’
Sol began stumbling over her words. “I… I don’t feel… anything. Like I feel it, it’s there. But I don’t feel anything. Not like I did before. Like… I don’t know! I can’t describe it. Is something wrong? Am I not doing something correct? I—”
“Nothing is wrong,” Rex cut in softly. Sol tried to continue but Rex spoke first. “Nothing is wrong. Not with you or your body or what you’re doing.”
Sol’s breath hitched as the anxiety pushed forward again. “Are… are you sure?”
“I promise, love.”
With practiced precision, even without his eyes, he placed a gentle hand on her arm and pulled her from her underwear. He turned her in his arms, making sure she faced him. He wanted her to look at him while he talked. He wanted to make sure she understood. He opened his eyes to meet hers and his heart broke at the unshed tears.
“Sol, you’re not broken. Today is about listening to your body. Remember when we found out that you don’t like kisses along your neck? This is your body telling you something similar. You’re not aroused by touching yourself bare. It’s natural. Especially since you’ve never done this before. You found out good things today. You found out weird things today. You listened to your body. And I’m proud of you, baby. So proud.”
He lifted a hand to brush away the one tear that escaped her. He pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead then pulled her into a tight hug, drowning her back and forth.
“Your body told you a story today. Your story. And there’s nothing wrong with your story.”