The Yoni Dance - Book 1 - Chapter 22 --- For the Very First Time

My Sixteenth Birthday:

When I hung up the phone, I was absolutely ecstatic. I didn’t care where we went. I just imagined myself holding her and kissing her. I immediately start counting the hours. Thursday and Friday seem to last about a year each. When Saturday morning finally arrived, I was standing tall on Norman’s front porch ringing the doorbell at exactly ten a.m.

Nobody answered the door. I rang again. I waited. There was no sign of anyone being home. My shoulders began to droop as I pushed the bell button a third time. Then, much to my relief, I heard Susan’s voice from an upstairs window. “Stoney?”

“Yes.”

“Go around to the back. Come in the kitchen door. I’ll be right down.” With fast-beating heart, I hopped over the porch railing onto the lawn, skipped to the side of the house, opened the side gate and walked into the yard. As I closed the gate behind me, I became aware that my fingers were trembling. I hadn’t even seen her yet, and already I was losing my cool. I stopped and placed both of my hands on the trunk of a large pine tree that grew beside the house. I moved my feet back slightly and pushed against the tree while taking several deep breaths. When I again stood up straight, I felt much calmer. Just as I walked through the kitchen doorway, Susan was coming down the stairs.

She was a delight to see. Her eyes were bright, and she was wearing a smile that definitely said welcome! I don’t usually remember much about what women wear, but the sight of her on this day was a complete exception. She had on a knee-length, light blue full skirt with very fine, wavy white lines on it and a white, short-sleeved, button-down-the-front blouse. Her light brown hair was pulled neatly back into a ponytail. She had no shoes on her feet.

The moment I saw her, I stopped. She didn’t. She came directly to me and embraced me in an all-encompassing hug. After only about five seconds, she backed up just enough to look into my eyes. Her arms were still around me. “Relax, Stoney. I am here for you today. Can I show you how to give and receive a really vibrant, energy-filled hug?”

“Oh, Yeah! Please do.”

“OK. Wrap your arms around me and allow your body to contact mine. Place one hand on the back of my heart and the other hand just above my waist. As you hug me, you can, if it feels right, adjust your hand positions slightly, or even move your hands on my back, but do not and I repeat do not lift your hands off my back, and do not pat my back. As you begin your hug, take in a deep breath and, as you exhale, completely let yourself flow into me. At the same time, completely take me into yourself and just be there with me. Then as we hold each other, breathe normally. Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

“Then, may I have a hug, please?”

We melted into each other. For the longest time, we just stood there. I felt my heart beating — or was it her heart beating? I couldn’t really tell. Perhaps our hearts were beating in unison. Soon I didn’t care whose heart I was feeling because the entire world had gone away and I was just there with her. After I don’t know how long, she slid her hands up the back of my neck and over the top of my head and released me. I shivered as her hands moved up my neck. She giggled and stepped back.

“Happy birthday, Stoney.”

“Thank you!”

“Is there anything special you would like to do?” I just smiled and said nothing.

She smiled back. We just looked at each other. Finally she said. “Would you like some fresh orange juice?”

“Sure! I mean, please.”

“Then take the juicer off the shelf over there and plug it in here. I’ll get the oranges.”

We spent the next few minutes making and drinking orange juice and chitchatting about nothing in particular. It felt good just being with her.

After a while I remembered to ask, “When we hugged, why didn’t you want me to lift my hands off your back?”

“I’ll answer that with a little story.”

“Good! I like stories.”

“Imagine yourself living in a cold winter climate. Imagine yourself at home, sitting warm and comfortable in front of a sparkling fire in your fireplace. You look out the window and see icicles hanging from the edge of your roof. The fresh, powdery snow from a recent snowstorm is being whipped around the yard by the winter’s north wind. You’re sitting there comfortably, when someone opens the front door for no reason at all. They close the door and then open and close it again a couple of more times, still for no reason at all. So tell me what has happened to your cozy living room and how do you feel?”

“The heat dissipates and it’s colder. I’m less comfortable, and I’m annoyed.”

“Right. The energies of two bodies wrapped in each other’s arms is similar to the heat in your winter home, only the body energies are far more subtle and much harder to sense. Patting someone on the back while hugging them is similar to opening the door and letting the warm air out.

The essence of a real hug is for two people to share their energies with each other. Patting someone on the back is an unconscious way to avoid that subtle connection. Let me give you a fake hug and see if you can sense the difference.” She hugged me briefly with hardly any body contact and without a deep breath. She patted me several times on the back and then moved quickly away.

She asked, “How did that feel?”

“Empty! Like nothing.”

“That’s a pretty accurate description. Now let’s share another real hug and feel the difference.” We hugged in the manner that I previously described and as we released each other, she took my hands in hers.

She looked intently into my eyes and said, “Now how did that feel?”

“It feels like I want some more!”

“OK,” she said with a laugh and embraced me again, only this time, instead of putting her head beside mine, she kissed me full on the mouth. In my surprise, I was tense. She pulled back just enough to speak.

“Let go. Let your lips and your mouth be completely relaxed.” I relaxed my mouth.

“Now open your mouth slightly and just copy me. Do whatever feels good, or do back to me whatever I do to you.” She began sensually exploring my lips with hers. I felt her tongue lick my lips and then retreat back into her mouth. I copied her actions. She again licked my lips only this time her lips were a little wetter. Her tongue slipped between my lips and touched my front teeth before it retreated. I followed suit.

Soon we had a game going, and, with our tongues, we did slow, sensuous, mutually exciting dances upon each other’s lips and within each other’s mouths. As we carried on, I felt my heart pounding faster, and I got more and more excited. Until that moment, I had not realized why kissing is such a turn-on. We kept going for about a minute, and then she pulled away far enough to look into my eyes.

“Thank you, Stoney. That was very nice. Either you’re a well-rehearsed kisser or a fast learner.”

“I must admit I haven’t had much practice, so I must be a good student. I guess that also makes you a good teacher. Thank you. I’m now ready for my next lesson.”

“Perhaps a little later. Right now, I have a birthday present for you, that is if you’d like your present now.”

“Of course.”

“I’ll need to go up to my room to get it. You can come up with me, and we can share it there, or we can put on our swim suits, and I’ll give it to you out at the pool. Which would you like?”

“If you’ll put on your white tank suit, then I choose the pool.”

“Then to the pool we shall go. I assume you brought your swim trunks.”

“Yup. I did.”

“Then go change and I’ll meet you at the pool in a few minutes.” In less that two minutes, I was changed and sitting on the edge of the pool splashing my feet in the water. About three minutes later Susan came out the back door wearing her sexy, tight, white, swimsuit. Her ponytail was pinned neatly up onto the top of her head and she was carrying a large red box. The moment I saw her, my heart began to race. As she approached, my lingam began to rise so I slipped into the water to hide my otherwise-obvious arousal. She set the box at the side of the pool. I was not consciously aware of it, but she set the box very close to where I had been sitting three days before when we had our little emotional encounter.

She stepped into the shallow end of the pool, walked over to where I was standing, took my hands and gently pulled me toward deeper water. She said, “I’d like to keep my hair dry, at least for now, so please don’t splash me.”

We swam around a bit and then she said, “Are you ready for your birthday present?”

“Yes!”

“Then hop up onto the side of the pool here near the box.” As I climbed out of the water and turned to sit, I became aware that she had directed me to the exact spot where I had been sitting three days ago.

Then she said, “Close your eyes and keep them closed until I tell you to open them.” I did as instructed and heard her climb out of the water near me. I heard and felt the water dripping off her body. I next heard the red box being opened and the rustle of I-was-not-sure-what. I waited with great anticipation.

Pandora, Open, Please

“OK. You can look now.” I opened my eyes to see Susan standing very close beside me. She was wearing a large red bow over her right shoulder and down across her left hip. Her nipples were unusually erect and pushed strongly against the white cloth of her swim suit. She was holding a nine-inch, square card in front of her so the area where her slender, sexy legs meet her torso was out of my sight. On the outside, the card said, “Open, Please.’ I looked at her beautiful smiling face. I looked at the card.

“Take your birthday card, please.” I took the card and as I did my eyes focused on her crotch. The swimsuit was again pulled up very tight against her genitals, and this time the shape and split of her pussy was even more strongly apparent behind the cloth than it had been before.

I opened the folded card and read its three-word message, “Happy birthday Stoney.” With a questioning expression on my face, I looked into her eyes. My gaze moved to her crotch and then back to her face again. She stood silently looking intently at me with a broad smile on her face.

Finally, with a full realization of what my present was, I became speechless with excitement. My body was suddenly extremely alive. My fingers and toes tingled in anticipation. A whole new world of possibilities instantly opened to me. As the endorphins flooded my brain, my mind magically transformed itself into a state I could call nothing short of ecstasy. I sat there in a dream-like trance and did not move.

“Well… Aren’t you going to unwrap your present?”

I managed to stammer, “You’re the present?”

“You did ask to see me naked, didn’t you?”

“Well, yeah.”

“So here I am. Only you’re going to have to unwrap your own present.”

“Here at the pool?”

“We’re in complete privacy here. Norman and his parents have gone to Jacksonville and won’t be back until late tomorrow evening.”

“In that case, I’d be delighted to accept and unwrap my present.”

I set the card aside, stood up and proceeded to unveil one of God’s greatest gifts. She simply stood there smiling as I removed the ribbon, slipped the swim suit straps off her shoulders and proceeded to peel the white cloth down and off her body. As her breasts and belly came into full clear sight, I said to myself, “I’m unveiling Venus.” When her pubic area came into view, I stopped and stared for a moment before pulling the suit down onto the poolside tiles. She stepped out of the wet suit and stood facing me.

“Stoney, I’m your birthday present. I’m yours today any way you want me. What’s your desire?”

“Wow! I… I…” I was at a loss for words.

“May I offer some suggestions?”

“Of course! Please.” To my response she immediately reached for me and, with teasing sensuality, transferred my swim suit to a position on the patio next to hers. She then led me to the lounge chairs at the end of the pool and sat me down there.

“Wait here,” she said. I watched intently as she walked back to the red box and brought it to the table beside the lounge chair.

She took out a bottle of oil and said, “Put some oil on your hands and play with yourself while I dance for you. But don’t come, at least not yet.”

She danced around showing off her body from every angle I could imagine. Then she pulled a second lounge chair up close to me and proceeded to sit, then lay back spreading her legs for me to see her genitals close up and wide open.

“Would you like to come by yourself while looking at me, or shall I stroke you with my hands.”

“You do it,” I said. She slid over and stroked me until I experienced an incredibly intense orgasm. I then laid back looking at her with love and gratitude flowing out of me as powerfully as water flows over Niagara Falls.

“Thank you!” I managed to stammer.

“’Tis my delight,” she replied.

Then with a laugh, she said, “Now that we have your urgency out of the way, may I ask a couple of questions?”

I replied, “Sure.”

“At age sixteen, am I correct in assuming that between now and, say midnight tonight, you’re good for at least a couple more orgasms?

“Definitely correct. What’s the other question?”

“Will you come up to my room and make slow and passionate love to me so I can come with you inside of me?”

In spite of being totally blown away, I managed to respond with, “Absolutely yes.”

I started to get up, but she pulled me back down. “Stoney, before we continue, there’s one thing I need to make very clear to you.”

“And that is…”

“You need to be aware that you and I cannot have a long-term, love relationship. I’m going to Austria in a few months to study at the Bearhart Institute. I have no idea where my life will turn as a result of my choice, so you must promise not to make any long-term plans for your life that include me. Are you OK with that?”

I was in too high a state of ecstasy to really look at the implication of her statement, so without much real thought, I simply said, “Agreed.”

For the remainder of that day and evening, we played and shared our sensuality and our sexuality with each other. I was all but lost in the ecstasy of the experience. She introduced me to numerous variations of sensual intimacy from a light touch between our finger tips to the intense sexual interactions between our genitals. I was amazed at the number of delightful variations we found between those two ends of the sensual spectrum.

Jazbell spoke for the first time since I started relating my story. “What a wonderfully delightful way to give up your virginity.”

“I certainly think so. I came inside her four times and once while we were 69’ing each other. Susan got totally wild with me, so I didn’t count how many times she came.”

“So you like oral sex.”

“Yes.”

“Giving or receiving?”

“Both.”

“I’ll file that information away for possible future reference, and, by the way, are you aware that mutual oral sex is no longer called “69?”

“Yeah, but go ahead, tell me anyway.”

“There’s now a new number, 77. You get 8 more that way.”

“Jazbell! That’s the first corny joke I’ve ever heard you tell!”

“I thought the little boy in you might like it.”

“He does, but it’s still old and corny.”

“So it is. OK, back to your story about Susan.”

“The six orgasms I shared with her on that day are the most incredible ecstatic feelings I’ve ever felt in my entire life. She was an absolute delight. That day with her is my most cherished memory.”

Jazz asked, “What happened after that day?”

“She was at Norman’s for another three weeks and then she went back home to Massachusetts. During those three weeks we had sex 27 more times.”

“That’s a pretty impressive record for only 21 days.”

“Remember, I was madly in love with her, and I was in a raging-hormone, sixteen-year–old body. Unfortunately, as good as those 21 sessions were, none of them matched the day of my 16^th birthday.”

“What happened after she left? Did you see her again after that?”

“When she left, I was in a blue funk for about two months. She went to Austria as she had said. We corresponded a few times. Two years later, she wrote to tell me she was marrying a fellow student. Since then, I’ve not had any direct communication with her. The last I heard about her, by way of Norman, she was living in Virginia with her husband and one child.”

“Your birthday celebration was an incredible manifestation. You obviously hold that memory powerfully in your being. Are you aware of the similarities between your experience with Susan and the experience you are about to share with me?”

“Yes, I do see some parallels. What similarities do you see?”

“Both are first-time experiences. Both are occurring on your birthday. Both are with women you hold strong positive feeling for. Both are intimately sensual and sexual experiences. Both take place in settings that are unusual to you. Am I correct in saying that you’d like to share with me some sexual experiences that are similar to those you shared with Susan?”

“Definitely yes.”

Fantasies & Anchors:

“Good. It will be my delight to bring you joy.”

“Even if I’m sometimes fantasizing about another woman?”

“If it brings you joy and ecstasy, that’s fine with me. I will, with great delight, play any role you desire. No flesh and blood woman can compete with a man’s sexual fantasies, so I no longer even try. And, rather than condemning your fantasy, I encourage you to share it with me so I can role play part of it for you and with you.”

“Wow!”

“Let me tell you why.”

“OK.”

“Do you recall my saying that the reason men want to be with me is that they feel good in my company?”

“Yes.”

“Well, if a man is experiencing something close to one of his favorite sexual fantasies and he’s looking at my face at the same time, the sight of my face becomes a very powerful visual connection to me. That connection will later draw pleasant feelings out of him whenever he looks at me. He can’t help but feel good simply by being in my company.

“What a novel way of looking at this usually frowned-upon activity.”

“It’s novel only in the sense that most people aren’t aware of how to intentionally use of a basic principle of life. We create emotional connections to physical experiences all the time. It’s just that when most of us create an emotional hook to something in our environment, we do it unconsciously.”

“We do?”

“Absolutely! I’ll give you some examples from your own life. I’ll say some words or describe an experience and you tell me what feeling responses, if any, you have to my words.

“OK.”

“Susan.”

“Wow! You just hit a home run with the bases loaded.”

“What feeling did her name evoke?”

“Ecstatic joy.”

“And she’s not even here. All I said was a simple two-syllable word and you jumped immediately toward feelings of ecstatic joy.

“Yeah, I did.”

“Here’s another one. You’re driving down the street and see a red flashing light in your rear view mirror?”

“UGH! Grief and misery.”

“Mom.”

“Very mixed emotions; some joy, some pain.”

“How about George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, The American flag, The Bill of Rights?”

“I feel good.”

“The smell of fresh-baked apple pie.”

“Mmm. My mouth starts to water.”

“Lemons.”

“More mouth watering.”

“You see an attractive woman on the beach in a one-piece, white swim suit.”

“Bingo, I’m off again into my fantasy.”

“So you see how we attach feelings to things we see, hear, taste, smell or touch. Do you remember the now famous experiment of a psychologist name Pavlov?”

“Yeah. He rang a bell for his hungry dogs when he fed them, and soon they responded to the sound of the bell the same way they responded to food.”

“That’s the classic study on what is today called conditioning and anchoring. The dogs were conditioned to respond to the sound of the bell. The bell was an auditory trigger; it acted like an anchor connecting a sound with a specific emotional and physiological response that’s not normally connected to that sound. If we repeatedly see, hear, smell, taste or touch something while in a state of high emotion, then later experiencing that sight, that sound, taste, touch or smell triggers an equivalent emotion.”

“So are you suggesting that we intentionally use emotional conditioning or anchoring as you call it?”

“Absolutely! We do it all the time anyway, so why not use it consciously to bring more joy into our lives. Stoney, have you ever had a romantic relationship that didn’t work out?”

“Of course. Who hasn’t?”

“Early in that relationship, when you looked at her face, what emotions did you have?”

“Joy. Feeling good.”

“And later, when things weren’t so good, what emotions were evoked when you looked at her?”

“Pain, suffering. Let me out of here.”

“What made the change?”

“I don’t really know.”

“Let me give you a hint. When you were arguing with her, whose face were you looking at?”

“Hers.”

“When you were mad and complaining to her about what was wrong, whose face were you looking at?”

“Hers.”

“When she was telling you how stupid you were, whose face were you looking at?”

“I’m beginning to get this.”

When she was telling you what you did wrong, whose face were you looking at?”

“Let me guess, hers.”

“When she was mad at you, whose face were you looking at?”

“Hers.”

“And so you dumped each other to turn to someone with a new face, a face without all those negative anchors — and then you did the same thing all over again with your new partner.”

“Yeah, I guess I did.

“Well, welcome to being human!”

“So how do I avoid that?”

“Awareness is step one. Allow others the space to be who they are. Be less angry. If you must be angry, go out and yell at a brick wall or at a telephone pole. Then, when you’re calm, go back to your partner, talk with love in your heart, and express your needs [requirements] and your desires calmly to her. But then, this is a whole new elephant that we will save for another day. And besides, there’s Pete’s restaurant just up ahead.