"I'm not sure what to do," I said, looking down, avoiding her gaze. It felt stupid to say it, but it was true.

Ashley's voice was little more than a whisper, there in the moonlit granny flat. "These things usually start with some kissing." She looked me in the eye, as though she was waiting for me to make a move.

We were standing so close that all I had to do was move forward a little, and kiss her on the mouth. It wasn't much of a kiss, and I knew it. She drew back only slightly, and I could feel her breath on my face, as she said, in a voice that was little more than a whisper, "Not bad, but I know you can do better. Just relax a little." I could smell bourbon on her breath, but it was still sexy, and not unpleasant at all.

I moved forward and kissed her again, this time with my lips open just a little. She kissed back, just barely brushing my lips with her tongue, and in my seventeen years of life, it was one of the most exciting things I'd ever experienced.

"That's better," she said, almost in a whisper, as our lips parted, " Do you want to sit down?"

There was an old armchair against the wall, opposite from the double bed, and we moved over to it, still holding each other. "You first," Ashley said, quietly. I sat in the chair, and she sat in my lap, facing my left, and putting her arms around my shoulders. Then, she said, "Where were we?" smiling as she leaned to kiss me again.

I put my right arm around Ashley's back, but I was unsure of what to do with my left one. I went to rest it across her legs, but I hesitated, wondering if I was moving ahead too fast. She saw me hesitating, and took my left hand in hers, placed it across her legs, near her knees, and said, quietly, with a sweet little smile, "I can't believe you're so nervous, but it's okay."

She took my chin in both her hands, and kissed me very gently, holding the kiss, and then moistened her lips and did it again, without speaking. My heart was pounding in my chest, and the soft warmth of her lips, and the taste of her mouth, made me even more excited. Then, the absurd thought occurred to me that when the time came, I might be too nervous to perform, although I could feel that my cock was already hard. I moved my left hand up, and put it across her waist, and I found it hard to believe any of this was really happening. My hands could feel the warmth from her body through the thin material of her blouse, and she said, softly, "Nothing bad's going to happen." She paused, and said, "You're just going to make love to a girl for the first time. How scary can that be?" She smiled.

"I always get nervous with girls," I said. It may not have been the time and place for that, but I said it anyway, and I added, "Especially pretty ones."

Ashley kissed me again, gently this time, and said, "That's a compliment, if I'm making you nervous." She moved her right hand up to the back of my head and gently rubbed my hair, and said, "I was inside the house, and everyone was kissing and cuddling, and I knew what they were going to do next. I felt kind of sad, because I didn't have a man to make love to, and I looked around, and there was this nice, funny guy, kinda good looking," she smiled, and continued, " I thought, so what if it's my best friend's brother. The world's not going to end."

I swallowed, but didn't say anything, so Ashley went on, "Then, you said you'd never done it before, and I thought, if I take you to bed, it's your first time, and you'd remember it for the rest of your life." Then, with a kind of sad little girl smile, she said, "That's a lot of pressure."

I began to feel a little bolder, and with my left hand, I undid the first button of her blouse. She looked down at my hand, and then back to me, and said, "Keep going," then with a smile, added, "please."