Beth looked down. “I’ve never seen a guy naked,” she said softly. Then, quickly, brightly, she looked straight at Dean and said, “I guess that means it’s your turn to walk the halls.”
They laughed and it eased a little of the tension.
“There is absolutely no way I am brave enough to do something like that. No way.”
Beth mocked a sad face. “So now you’ve seen a nude girl, but I still haven’t seen a nude guy. What’s fair about that?”
Dean shrugged.
“What if you didn’t have to walk? What if you just showed me right here?” Beth held her breath, not knowing how Dean was going to take her suggestion. She knew about Amy of course, but his admission that he’d never seen a girl naked told her she might be wrong about their relationship. Maybe everyone in the school had been wrong. Or maybe Dean just said that he never seen a girl naked.
“I can’t, Beth. I’d be too embarrassed. I’d feel, you know…” Dean said.
“For me,” was all Beth could manage.
“I…you know…I have a…” Dean paused, then started again. “I got pretty excited following you through the halls. I’m still pretty excited, I guess, just talking to you about all this. I have a boner, an erection, and I would like to just sit here until it goes away.”
“I’ve never seen one of those either,” Beth laughed. “But I’d like to see yours.”
Beth stared into Dean’s eyes. He knew there was no way he was going to say no, but he tried to imagine how awkward it was going to be getting out of the too small desk, standing up, unzipping his jeans, and just leaving it out there for her to look at.
“Come with me,” he said at last.
They walked to the front of the building again and through the receptionist office where they’d first spoken. Dean and Beth held hands. As Dean turned the doorknob to the nurse’s office the school bell rang, shattering the silence and startling them both.
The small room was filled with one examining table, one plastic chair, one free standing coat rack and two white counters anchored to the walls. Above the counters glass cabinets stored gauze and tongue depressors.
“Sit over there,” Dean said quietly.
Beth sat in the chair and watched Dean unbutton his jeans. She watched him unzip his fly and push his jeans until they rested around his ankles. He watched her watch him. She was staring at his underwear and his obvious hard-on. Here goes, he thought to himself. Dean hooked his thumbs inside the waistband and pushed his blue briefs to the floor.
His cock sprang out and stood straight in front of him. The foreskin could not reach the head. Dean could not remember ever being this hard.
“It’s wonderful,” Beth said, almost in a whisper. “My God, it’s beautiful. Do you feel good when it’s hard like that?”
“I guess. I mean ‘good’ might not be the right word. It’s hard to explain.”
“Do you touch it?”
“If you mean ‘do I masturbate?’, yes. Sometimes I masturbate.”
“Do you think of Amy when you masturbate?” Beth asked, then immediately wished she hadn’t.
“Sometimes. I have a feeling I’m going to be thinking of you next time.” Dean knew Beth hadn’t meant anything by mentioning Amy. He wanted to let her off the hook.
“Will you do it here? Now?” Beth asked. Then, after a moment: “And think of me?”
Dean moved his right hand to the head of his penis. He circled it with his hand and began to stroke the length of the shaft. He looked at Beth. Her eyes were fixed on his unit. He imagined her stroking his rod, making his balls tighten with anticipation, making his hip buck back and forth. Then he imagined Beth’s mouth on his cock.
Dean opened his mouth to warn Beth he was about to come, but no words came out. He stroked faster as he spurted semen onto the examining table a couple feet away. He reached beneath the head of his still hard cock and caught what hadn’t made it to the table. He looked around the room for something to clean up with and spied a box of tissues on the counter.
“Do you always come that much?” Beth asked. She had a ton of questions, questions like are all penises that big, what does come taste like, how long can you stay hard, when will you get hard again…Questions like that.
“That did seem like a lot. I think I usually come less than that. Must be my audience. I’ve never had an audience before.”
Beth stood up. “What were you thinking when you came and shot all over this table?”
Dean thought for a moment. How could he tell her he exploded by imagining her sucking his dick. But he had just jerked off in front of another virgin and figured they had few secrets left. “I was thinking how nice it would be if I was in your mouth.”
Beth didn’t say anything. She jumped up on the table, unbuttoned her blouse and bra, and tossed them to the side. She wiggled out of her Levi’s and panties and spread her legs.
Dean was still hard. He stared at the soft red hair just above Beth’s pussy. It looked better than any picture he’d ever seen. Beth rubbed her breasts for a second then slowly moved her right hand over her pubic hair and let a finger rub her clit.
“I masturbate, too,” she said.
Dean moved the plastic chair so he was sitting between Beth’s dangling legs. She worked her fingers inside her cunt and got noticeably wetter. Dean saw and heard how wet she was. Instinctively, he moved his head between her legs. Beth’s hands moved from her pussy to the back of his head. She gently pulled him toward her and he let his tongue dart in and out of her sweet, sweet box. Her clitoris swelled with excitement. It was stiff. Dean sucked at it. Beth bucked toward him and tightened her legs around his head. She pushed his face deeper into her muff and splashed over his mouth and nose. She released again and again. Beth shook, and let him go.
“I never knew I could feel like that. My God, Dean. That was incredible. How did you know what to do? That was great.”
“ACTING” he said in Jon Lovitz Saturday Night Live kind of way.
Dean and Beth laughed. Neither could remember when it felt so good to laugh.
To Be Continued…
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