In Part 15, Sharlene and her partners are unprepared for the response the emotional recordings generate after their online site goes active. At the same time, Angelisa is apprehensive about discussing her native language with university representatives and everyone involved is surprised at what is revealed. Then she’s surprised when Sharlene supports her request to go on a journey of touching.
A peek inside:
“. . . Anyway, the first step of the journey was that when we were hugging and kissing, he started to caress my back through my shirt.”
“How much of your back?”
“Between my waist and my back bra strap.”
“That’s all?”
“Yes. The next step, a couple of days later, he caressed the outside of my leg through my pants to a little above my knee. I guess it was a week after that when he touched my belly through my shirt, while he again stayed between my waist and bra.”
Rebeka shakes her head as she exclaims, “Wow, most guys once they figure it’s okay to go beyond hugging and kissing would have you half undressed by then.”
Angelisa responds, “That’s what I’ve overheard. Other than my hands and face, he hadn’t touched any of my skin until the next step when I happened to be wearing a knee length skirt and he caressed my lower legs to no higher than my knees. Several days later, he took me to the next step where he caressed the outside of my legs through my pants all the way over my hips and combined it with touching my back and belly through my shirt, but no further than before.”
“When you say he caressed you in those ways, it must not have taken very long. What did you do for the rest of the day?”
“Other than playing with Molly and Teekuh for awhile, talking some or having a meal, the rest of my time with them was spent being hugged, kissed, and caressed. I wasn’t watching the time, but I’m sure if I added it up, we spent several hours each time in his arms.”
Rebeka’s eyes open wide in surprise and it takes her a little while to ask, “Hours?”
“I don’t mean to shock you, but yes, hours, and every bit of it was simply marvelous. If I remember right, he’s hugged you a long time on a couple of occasions.”
“Yeah, you’re right. It wasn’t hours, but it was a long time and now that I think back on it, I didn’t want it to end.”
Angelisa nods her head as she says, “That’s how I feel when I’m there, but with him adding kisses and caresses to the hug, I want to stay there even more.”
“I wonder. . . . Considering how nice his hugs have been, maybe I am a little curious about how it would feel to be kissed. Or at least I’m assuming that he’s gentle with his kisses too.”
“Yes. Unless I make it clear I want a fuller kiss, then he’s very willing to participate, even though he was rather hesitant at first.”
“So, during all of those hours of hugging and kissing and caressing, he’s never tried to reach into your clothes or touch your breasts or between your legs?”
Angelisa shakes her head as she says, “No, he’s never made any move towards touching my breasts or between my legs. A couple of days ago he took me to the next step and unbuttoned some of my shirt buttons.”
“He took your shirt off?”
“No, Rebeka. He slowly unbuttoned only the bottom buttons of my shirt and he looked at me the whole time to see if I showed any sign of disagreement so he would know when to stop. When the buttons were undone, he gently pulled the bottom of my shirt out of my pants then paused again to give me time to object. When I didn’t object, he very gently slipped his hands under my shirt and softly caressed my belly and my back. It felt so good and he never went near my bra or made any attempt to slip his hands into my pants. Considering how relaxed and wonderful I was feeling, I’m sure I would have welcomed him touching me more, but he never did.”
“I’ve never heard of a man taking so much time to touch a woman and to slowly increase the touching without getting inside of her pants. . . .”
