Summer Lessons in Blow Jobs

Literotic asexstories – Summer Lessons in Blow Jobs by Ravenwood,Ravenwood
Ch. 1

Tom stretched his legs, enjoying the morning sun from his perch on the lifeguard’s chair at the municipal pool. It was good to be back from college for the summer. He’d had a good first year at State, made a lot of friends, dated a little, and now all he had to do for the next three months was soak up the sun and occasionally tell people to Walk-Don’t-Run by the pool.

Lifeguarding had to be the best job ever invented.

Oh, he took it seriously, and wasn’t worried about being able to handle an emergency. Shoot, he’d even used his first aid training at the Student Union when a girl sitting near him at dinner had discovered the hard way that she was allergic to peanuts. But in the two years that he’d been a lifeguard at this pool during high school, nothing had ever come up.

Well, no emergencies at least. His cock, however, was something else altogether. It was a good thing he’d never had to shift from his seat and rescue someone, or people would have seen exactly how much he enjoyed the number one perk of his job: nearly naked girls.

God bless the inventor of the bikini! There couldn’t be a more perfect design. Thin scraps of fabric and flimsy straps covered just enough to kick his imagination into hyperdrive — and that was when the thin scraps were dry. Wet? All bets were off. He’d seen tiny, red satin triangles that might as well have been pointers, screaming “this way to the nipple”. A particular favorite were the skimpy bottoms that made it clear who had the smooth, shaved pussy and who left just a tiny bit of bush. All those pert, glistening-wet bodies would be draped across towels and deck chairs, sometimes for hours at a time, his to survey.

He almost hated getting off his shift.

But when the afternoon finally rolled around, he was ready. Slinging his towel over his shoulder, he went back to the staff locker room to grab his gear before heading out. As he passed a utility closet on the way, he stopped at the strange sounds coming from behind the door. Curious, he turned the handle.

Tom’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. On her knees between the spread legs of some guy he didn’t recognize was Amy, his friend Joe’s little sister. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what Amy had been about to do, given that her face was scant inches away from the guy’s erect cock. However, any plans she may have had came to a screeching halt as a look of horrified recognition dawned in her eyes.

“Oh, God!” she squeaked.

“Amy? What the hell are you doing?” Tom demanded, glaring at both of them.

“Holy fuck,” the guy swore under his breath.

Narrowing his eyes at the no-name jerkoff with his pants around his ankles, Tom warned in a low, menacing voice, “You have ten seconds to get your sleazy ass out of here before I beat it until it’s as ugly as your face.”

“Hey, back off, man! It was her idea,” the guy snapped defensively.

“Ten…nine…eight…” Tom counted, staring him down.

Before Tom made it to three, the guy had done his pants up and beaten a hasty retreat, glowering as he went.

Getting rid of him had been the easy part.

The hard part was standing in the closet with her arms wrapped tightly around her, looking like she wanted to shrink down to the size of a mouse and hide. Tom just stood there looking at her for a few moments, saying nothing. Amy just looked at the floor.

When he finally found his voice, Tom muttered awkwardly, “Come on, I’ll take you home.”

“It’s okay. I don’t need a ride,” Amy murmured shakily, her eyes still downcast.

“I think you do,” Tom countered. “There’s no way in hell you’re staying here now, not after–”

“Just leave me alone!” Amy cut him off, finally snapping her head up to glare at him with tear-rimmed blue eyes.

When she tried to stomp past him, Tom shoved her back, stepped into the closet after her and pulled the door closed behind him. Beneath the dim light of a single light bulb, Amy glared up at him, her petite, athletic frame rigid with indignation.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she demanded, eyes flashing angrily as she became the epitome of the fiery redhead.

“I asked you first,” Tom shot back, meeting her fire with stern rebuke. He folded his arms across his chest and demanded, “Who was that guy?”

“I don’t have to take this from you.”

Once again, Amy made to move past him, but when she reached for the door, Tom grabbed her wrist in an unyielding grip. Ignoring her protests, he said, “You can tell me, or I’ll share what I saw with Joe and then you can tell him.”

Instantly, Amy’s arm went limp and the fiery redhead was transformed back into the forlorn girl who looked like she wanted to become a mouse. Her gaze dropped back down to the floor.

When she didn’t say anything, Tom prompted, “What’s it going to be?”

“His name is Rick. I just met him today by the pool,” Amy answered in a dull, flat voice.

The veins in Tom’s forehead nearly popped. “Jesus Christ, Amy! You just met him and you were going to–”

“Yes! Okay?! It’s my life!” Suddenly the fire returned as Amy yanked her arm vehemently out of Tom’s grasp and backed as far away from him as the cramped closet would allow. “I turned eighteen six months ago — I’m registered to vote, for Pete’s sake! I’m old enough to do what I want!”

“Not on my watch,” came Tom’s equally vehement reply.

Amy’s face contorted in fury, and for the life of him, Tom couldn’t understand why, but his brain picked that moment to notice that in the year he’d been away at college, she’d shaped up pretty nicely. It wasn’t just that her breasts had gotten a little fuller, softening the tomboy look she’d always had. It was the whole package: running on the cross-country team had toned her all over in a way that definitely worked. At least, his cock thought so.

It twitched in his swim trunks.

“Your watch?!?” she bit out incredulously. “Who do you think you are? You’re not the boss of me.”

“No, but Joe is my–”

“Joe isn’t the boss of me either!” Amy interrupted again. Although she continued to glare at him, Tom thought he saw something else flicker in her eyes. Sadness, perhaps, or frustration. She leaned back against the wall, folded her arms and sighed, “Do you think I’d even be here if I didn’t have to deal with that? Every single minute of my whole life…”

Hands on his hips, Tom chided in disbelief, “Oh, come on. There’s no way you’re going to blame him for this.”

“I’m not blaming him,” Amy insisted miserably. She glanced away. “Well, not for this…not entirely. Look, just take me home. You wouldn’t understand.”

Tom should have left it at that. He was at the junction, and there was a nice, straightforward path that led directly out of this mess he’d somehow found himself in. And boy, was it ever a crazy mess! Not only had he and Joe been swim team buddies, but in high school Joe had been notoriously protective of Amy. Given that Joe studied judo in addition to swimming, and had promised to rearrange the face of any guy who took advantage of his little sister, the rational part of Tom’s brain told him to get Amy home and then get himself clear of the whole situation ASAP.

For some reason, that part of his brain didn’t connect with his mouth.

“What do you mean?” Tom found himself asking. Okay, so maybe curiosity didn’t just kill cats.

“I’m just…tired of the fact that no guy will ever touch me. They barely even look at me. When they look at my face, it’s like they’re looking straight through me and seeing Joe,” Amy began softly. “I mean, I’m glad he cares about me not getting hurt, but…I…Jesus, I can’t do this!”

She fell silent for several moments before admitting in a very small voice, “I’m afraid of getting to college this fall and being totally dumb about sex. My brother has done such a good job of scaring everyone away that I haven’t been able to do anything. It’s not that I’m looking to go all the way…I don’t think I’m ready yet. But I just…I just wanted the chance to try something, just so I could see what it’s like. I don’t want to show up on campus this dumb, know-nothing virgin.”

Tom blinked at her, dumbstruck. At last, he said, “You were going to blow a complete stranger because you’re curious?”

“Could you not make fun of me?” Amy demanded hotly, raising watery eyes to his. Her lips were trembling as she attempted to cling to some semblance of dignity. “This is humiliating enough, and I still have to look forward to my entire summer being ruined after you tell Joe.” She let out a curt, shaky laugh. “Entire summer…more like my whole life.”

Mentally numb, his mind still in complete meltdown, Tom turned aside, hung his head, and wiped his hand over his face. This was nuts.

“If I don’t tell him, are you going to pull a stunt like this again?” he asked at last, his dark eyes fixing her with a resolute stare.

Surprised, Amy’s eyes widened for a moment. Responding to his frankness, she blushed a little but admitted, “Probably, yeah.”

Joe would kill him. He was a dead man, that’s all there was to it. Amy was definitely cute, but Tom happened to like having an unbroken face and working limbs. The right thing to do would be to get out, right now. This wasn’t his problem. And it was always the well-meaning guy who tried to step in and break up a fight who got clobbered the worst. He should just leave well enough alone. True, after Amy explained herself, he could understand her dilemma — even felt bad for her. But. This. Was. Not. His. Problem.

“Look…if I help you satisfy your curiosity, will you promise not to go experimenting with any more strangers?”

Fuck! Why did he just say that?

Amy gaped at him. Several seconds passed as her soft mouth formed a little ‘O’. Eventually, she squeaked, “Are you serious?”

“Firstly, before we go any further, Joe never hears about this,” Tom warned sternly. “Not the fact that I offered, and definitely not if we…uh, go ahead with it.” His rigid posture relaxed slightly as Amy nodded at him, completely guileless and still looking like a deer trapped in the headlights. “But yeah, if it means keeping you from messing around with guys you don’t know anything about, and who could be dangerous because there’s a fucking REASON your brother is protective…yeah, I think it’s better me than fuck knows who else.”

Tom could see the instant Amy’s decision was made. It was subtle, but there was a strange shift in her stance, a slight hint of awe in her eyes like she was seeing him as a man for the first time. Not one of her brother’s friends, but a man.

“Okay,” she agreed softly. After a moment’s hesitation, she added, “Can I ask you a favor?”

Tom cast her an amused, dubious look that almost screamed, what, letting you suck my dick isn’t enough?

Amy’s blush deepened but she managed to ask, “Could you teach me? You know…what guys like?”

There really weren’t words for that. Well, okay, so YES! was a pretty good word. Tom simply nodded. He eased out of his swim trunks and sat down on the stacked boxes so recently vacated by that guy he’d chased off. Amy tentatively approached him and crouched between his knees, bringing her face level with his partially erect cock.

Her eyes met his in a final, shy search for approval, before she reached out and brushed it lightly with her fingertips. Tom’s cock jerked in response.

Amy jerked her hand back and snapped wide eyes to his. “It moved.”

“Yeah, it does that sometimes,” Tom acknowledged. His eyes slipped shut when Amy resumed stroking him with her delicate, curious touch, her warm breath ghosting across his shaft as she peered closer.

Taking the plunge, Amy flicked her tongue over the tip of his cock. Hearing Tom’s guttural approval, she tried it again, this time indulging in a long, luscious swipe of the full length of her tongue. She reveled in the sensation of the pink, fleshy head, so soft and yielding to her exploration. So eager to discover this uncharted territory now that she finally had the chance, Amy’s mouth practically watered as she gently insinuated her tongue in the tender slit at the very tip. Tom let out a breathy sigh as she brought her wet lips together in a kiss, sucking ever so lightly.

Amy briefly rested her warm hands on Tom’s inner thighs as she settled herself in more comfortably. As she did so, Tom urged in a whisper, “Play with my balls.”

She spared him a questioning glance as she moved her hand to his velvety sac. Tom moaned his encouragement. Emboldened, Amy cupped his balls in her palm and caressed the buoyant flesh, fascinated at the hidden knots that seemed to swim and roll as she squeezed. Still kneading gently, she closed her lips around the tip of his cock and sucked it in a few inches, letting her tongue swirl around the shaft.

“Yeah…suck my cock,” Tom breathed. He stifled an ecstatic curse as Amy slid him deeper into her warm, wet mouth, swallowing him almost to the root.

Soon her head was bobbing up and down his shaft. Slick, juicy sounds filled the air as her mouth glided up and down. Tom rocked his hips in sync with Amy’s inexperienced efforts, thrusting in and out of her blissfully wet warmth.

At one point she faltered uncertainly and pulled away just enough to pant for breath, but leaving her moist tongue draped over the tip of his cock. Tom took the opportunity to coach her further.

“Circle your fingers and stroke my shaft while you suck,” he managed to get out, already dizzy with pleasure from her ministrations. When she complied and he felt her squeeze him through a tight little ring that moved with her mouth all along his straining dick, Tom let his head fall back and groaned out something that was a cross between “Gah!” and “Yeah!”

Encouraged by his reaction, Amy invested herself even more fully in stroking him, testing to see just how much pressure he liked and easing up when she seemed to be squeezing too tightly. Sometimes she ran her circled fingers all the way up over the tip and narrowed the diameter to create more resistance when she pushed back down, slipping her tight, makeshift knot over his yielding flesh. Wanting to make the most of her chance to experiment, Amy let Tom guide her in the way he liked to be jacked off, but also added some of her own touches. His hand rested over hers at first, coaxing her to just the right pace as she licked and sucked the crown.

At last, Tom’s balls tightened and drew up in anticipation of release. Thrusting eagerly into Amy’s mouth, he tried to warn her that he was about to come, but the words “I’m cum–” had just barely blurted out when orgasm seized him. Tom shuddered as thick streams of cum fired out of his cock.

Unprepared for the sudden onslaught, Amy sputtered and withdrew her mouth. The final waves of Tom’s cum arced in the air and landed on her chest, dribbling over the smooth curves of her breasts to cling to the delicate strap between the twin panels of her bikini top.

For several moments, they both sat panting from the workout, Tom with his eyes squeezed shut in near bliss, Amy wiping her hand over her mouth to catch the slippery fluid that leaked out. Tom felt a twinge of regret that he hadn’t talked about this part with her before they started. It had been a bit of a letdown when she’d pulled away right at the crucial moment and he’d lost her warmth. But he’d definitely gotten off — she’d done all right for her first time.

When he opened his eyes, Tom saw Amy staring expectantly at him, her cum-slicked chest heaving as she breathed deeply.

“So…was that okay?” she asked.

Tom flashed her a satisfied grin and assured her, “Yeah, definitely okay.”

He reached for the towel he’d had slung over his shoulder when he’d found her in the closet and began wiping her chest clean. Then, while he was tidying up between his legs, Amy persisted, “So, it was good? That was how you do it?”

Stepping into his swim trunks and pulling them up, Tom acknowledged, “It was fine. It felt really nice, Amy, that was definitely the high point of my day.” He reached down and helped her to her feet. Cupping his hand beneath her chin, he looked her in the eye and said, “Now, no practicing on total strangers, okay?”

Blushing shyly, Amy nonetheless met his gaze with twinkling eyes and promised, “Okay.”

Tom poked his head out of the closet and checked to see if the coast was clear, like some hokey scene out of a spy movie spoof. When he saw that no one was around, he tugged Amy after him and walked her to his car.

This would definitely go down as one of the most memorable, bizarre incidents of his life.

Ch. 2

Tom had thought that would be the end of things. Amy had gotten what she wanted, he’d gotten a decent blow job, and soon the summer would roll to a close and he’d be off to his second year at State. He found himself thinking about his plans for a major. Last year, he’d figured that he’d probably do a Management major like everyone else. It seemed like the thing to do: graduate, make money, live in style.

But he also liked working outdoors. On a whim, he’d signed up for a botany course and had really taken a shine to it. Through the prof, who had been impressed with how easily the material came to him, Tom had learned about the Landscape Architecture program. It might mean an extra year, but as he worked in the yard while his parents were at work, the idea steadily grew on him.

Weeding was supposed to be one of those chores that everyone hated. He actually didn’t mind it. It felt good to get his hands dirty.

About a week after his encounter with Amy, on one of his days off from the pool, Tom had finished mowing the lawn and was just toweling off after a cool shower when the doorbell rang. Thinking it was just one of his buddies, Tom just wrapped his towel around his waist and went to answer the door.

There stood Amy, fidgeting slightly and shifting from foot to foot.

Taken aback, it took Tom a moment to say, “Amy…hi. Uh, what brings you here?”

Inwardly, however, his brain was shouting ‘Duh!’ at him. Gee, let’s see, what could she possibly want?

“Can I come in?” she asked.

After about a split-second’s hesitation, Tom stepped back and waved her inside. He was curious, but not worried. He’d hung out with Joe since Amy’s blow-job lesson, and when it became clear that big brother was none the wiser, Tom felt confident that their secret was safe.

“Let me just go put on some clothes,” Tom excused himself and started toward his room.

Amy’s voice halted him in his tracks. “I want to try it again.”

Slung low on his hips, the towel stirred slightly. Tom pivoted and stared at Amy, not really surprised but a little wary.

“Come again?” he said. When she smirked uncontrollably at his unintended pun, Tom sighed and added, “What brought this on? I thought we’d satisfied your curiosity.”

“Yeah, but…it wasn’t as good as it could have been, was it?” Amy countered, folding her arms across her chest.

“Amy, it was just fine,” Tom protested. “Honestly, it was really–”

“Nice, I know. You told me,” Amy conceded. “But it could have been better. Something about you seemed…I don’t know, disappointed a little. Like it was good, but not great.”

And then Tom saw it.

That competitive gleam in Amy’s eyes. He’d known that she was driven to be the best when she ran on the cross-country team. No doubt it came from trying to keep up with her big brother. Joe had set his fair share of records in swimming — the 100-meter fly, the 50-meter freestyle. He’d definitely taken home some trophies.

Tom almost laughed. Sure, why should her competitive spirit stop at sports? It looked like her Olympic drive to excel had found a new outlet: his cock.

Tom rested his hands on his hips and arched an eyebrow. “Look, what are we talking about Amy? One more try? Two? Ten?”

Amy lowered her gaze for a moment, absently wetting her lips with her tongue. Her hesitance, which was in such contrast to the proposal she was making, sent another stir of interest through Tom’s groin. This was the stuff of fantasy: a fresh, young woman eager to practice her techniques on his body.

“How about until I do better than ‘nice’? I’d like to try for mind-blowing,” Amy said at last, meeting his eyes with a tentative smile.

There was a brief moment in which Tom thought about just showing her the door and avoiding her for the rest of the summer. This would mean lying to one of his buddies, and Joe was a really good guy. However, Amy seemed determined, and he had a feeling she’d be hard to refuse.

Besides, he wasn’t that sure he wanted to refuse. Certain parts of his anatomy were screaming to take her up on her offer. Ultimately, they won out.

“Okay,” he agreed. Stepping close to her, Tom continued, “But if you want to learn mind-blowing, then we have to start the right way.”

Before Amy could say anything, Tom took her face in his hands and kissed her, slow and deep. Although she was startled at first, she didn’t pull away but instead parted her lips and twined her tongue with Tom’s as it thrust into her mouth.

When he’d kissed her breathless, Tom reached for her hand and led her down the hall to his room. By now, the towel around his waist was visibly tented over his groin. He adjusted the Venetian blinds on his window to ensure complete privacy, then let the towel drop from his waist.

With inward satisfaction, Tom noted the glimmer of delighted awe in Amy’s eyes as she ran them over his nude form. The closet had been pretty dark, so he guessed she’d never really gotten the chance to see him. Without being vain, he was proud of his body. Four years on the high school swim team had sculpted lean, sinewy muscles along his entire frame. His shoulders were powerful and his broad chest tapered to a flat abdomen and taut thighs. Tom let her take in an eyeful before he crossed toward her and placed his hands on her hips.

Slowly, he slid his hands beneath her tee shirt and up her smooth tummy to fan across her breasts. Amy’s breathing instantly quickened. In her eyes, Tom could see a combination of excitement and fear. Reassuringly, he murmured, “If you’re going for mind-blowing, you have to get comfortable with being touched in addition to touching. Giving really good head isn’t something you do *to* a guy, it’s something you do *with* him.”

Wordlessly, Amy nodded and let him take off her shirt, then her bra. Tom eased her down to the bed as he undressed her. The shaky breaths that whispered from her lips became a sudden gasp as Tom lowered his head and sucked her tiny nipple into his mouth. He let his hands roam all over her as he teased and licked her aroused peak, and soon Amy was running her hands over his back, lightly scratching with her fingernails.

They kissed for a while, feeling each other out as Tom’s cock got harder and harder. When Amy began teasing it with her fingers, Tom eased back against the pillows near his headboard and spread his legs so she could settle in between.

The contrast with her first attempt at a blow job was phenomenal. In the darkened, cramped closet, she’d been hesitant and uncertain of herself, although she’d gotten the job done. Now, she was aroused. Her lips were swollen and moist from the ravishing Tom had given them.

Amy closed those ravished, wet lips around the weeping tip of his cock and began sucking him with gusto. When she stroked her hands over his thighs and caressed his balls, her touch was no longer shy and inquisitive. The heat that Tom had stirred deep within her radiated through her every gesture. She lavished his cock with affection, teasing the sensitive ‘V’ of flesh just beneath the tip with soft flicks of her tongue. When she started to bob up and down, sucking his dick with zeal and massaging his balls like she never wanted to stop, Tom met her with eager thrusts of his hips.

Panting, Tom threaded his fingers through Amy’s soft, red hair, gently brushing it away from her face. He massaged her scalp, squeezing urgently every now and then when she did something that felt especially good. Pure ecstasy.

Soft moans filled the air as Amy sucked with increasing frenzy on his throbbing staff. Tom was achingly hard. Pleasure buzzed all through him. When he felt his balls tighten almost painfully, Tom managed to bite out, “Amy, I’m almost there. You don’t have to swallow, but it feels best if I can cum in your mouth.”

Anxious but determined, she looked him in the eye and kept going until he came with a powerful surge of fire and spent himself in her mouth. Tom squeezed his eyes shut and rode the waves, his entire body racked with the intensity of his orgasm.

As he came down, Tom noticed Amy slipping away from the bed. She bent over his wastebasket and spit out a mouthful of his cum, still too squeamish to swallow. Tom sighed.

When Amy returned to his side, he pulled her down and proceeded to kiss her soundly. He wasn’t going to rush her to do anything she couldn’t handle, but he wanted to show her that there was nothing to feel squeamish about. She stiffened slightly at first when he ran his tongue inside her mouth, tasting himself, but he knew how to be a persuasive kisser. Soon, Amy relaxed into his embrace.

Definitely an improvement over the first time.

The weeks of summer rolled on, and at least two times every week — sometimes three — Amy and Tom would find a way to sneak off, unnoticed by friends or family, so that Tom could reap the benefits of her campaign to learn how to give mind-blowingly good head. Sometimes they would hole up in his room; others, they would venture into the woods just on the outskirts of their housing development; and on one special occasion, when Joe was out of town and Tom’s parents were at a barbecue, Tom drove Amy out to the lake, where she sucked his cock beneath the fading rays of sunset.

It was at the lake that Amy finally swallowed when he came, and even continued to suck him after his drained cock began to soften. She looked at him so intently as she did it that Tom knew something had changed.

This had gone beyond experimentation. Granted, it wasn’t quite love — infatuation maybe. But they would both be going off to their separate universities in two weeks. Realistically, this couldn’t go anywhere.

However, Tom was forced to admit that he felt something for Amy, too. She wasn’t just a hot, wet mouth attached to some horny, soon-to-be college freshman. They’d actually gotten to be friends, which had made things a lot easier when they’d spent time hanging out together with Joe and the rest of the old high school crowd.

He cared about her.

So two nights before she left for her freshman orientation, Tom decided to try something a little different. He’d thought a lot about what she’d confessed when he caught her, way back at the beginning of summer, as well as about everything he’d learned about college sex in his first year. Amy had stopped being just Joe’s kid sister a while ago. She was special. And Tom wanted to give her something that could be more important than knowing how to give a good blow job — although by now, he had to admit that she gave the best he’d ever had.

Tom’s parents had tickets to an outdoor concert in one of the parks of city center, a romantic evening they’d been looking forward to for over a week, so Tom and Amy had the house to themselves. Tom brought Amy back to his room, where he’d lit a single candle on his dresser, and started to undress her. With each article of clothing he removed, he brushed feather-light kisses across her warm, bare skin, seducing her with every touch, yet pliant beneath her questing hands as she took off his clothes as well. Amy moaned as he made love to her body. He rolled her beneath him and worshipped every beautiful inch of her with his lips, tongue and hands.

Soon, she was gasping softly, “Oh God, yes…Tom…God, that feels so good.”

He laved her nipples with his tongue, sucking and nipping at the tight little bud until Amy was arching desperately up, thrusting her breast wantonly at his mouth. In a small, urgent voice she begged, “Bite it…please, Tom, bite it just a little.”

Amy had never had the nerve to tell him how she wanted to be touched before. Lust washed through him like a tidal wave as he gladly complied with her wishes. Gingerly, he drew her vulnerable, fleshy peak between his teeth and squeezed ever so slightly. Amy’s entire body jerked with pleasure and she wailed her delight. “Oh yes…oh yes…I love the feel of your mouth on me. Tom, you feel sooo gooood!”

Tom’s mouth continued to attack her breasts with merciless intensity. As Amy writhed mindlessly under his skilled ministrations, he nudged his hand between her legs, which parted willingly. Slowly, he teased her weeping slit, sliding his finger through the juices that coated her pussy lips. Amy’s thighs parted further and she began to rock against Tom’s hand. His thumb circled her clit, then gently nudged it side to side as he dipped a finger into her virgin pussy.

Shifting his mouth from Amy’s breasts to her mouth, Tom kissed her slow and hard as he insinuated himself between her thighs. Far from protesting, Amy spread her legs wider to accommodate him and cupped her hands over his ass. This brought his rampant, straining cock right up against her pussy. Tom let the tip ease into her and rotated his hips just enough to tease her entry.

And still, Amy didn’t stop him. For a second, Tom was sorely tempted to change his plans. But for the first time since that fateful day at the pool, the rational part of his brain was in the driver’s seat. He withdrew the fleshy head of his cock from her still-intact passage, altered his angle and guided himself along her slit. Nestled between her slick folds, he began to thrust, gently at first but with increasing force as Amy’s moans grew louder and louder. At last, she shuddered and groaned from her very depths as his cock worked her to orgasm. It was so erotic, so uninhibited that after a few more thrusts, Tom quickly pulled himself out from between her legs and shot long, thick ropes of cum across her belly.

They lay together for several minutes, kissing and gently stroking each other. Eventually, Tom rolled to the side of the bed, grabbed a towel from the floor and leaned back in to help Amy clean up.

As he ran the soft cloth over her skin, Amy gazed at him searchingly and said, “We didn’t…That wasn’t it, was it?”

Tom shook his head. “You’re still a virgin. But it almost was.” He watched the play of emotions across Amy’s flushed face. Her brow furrowed slightly, a hint of a frown tugged at her lips and her eyes were troubled with confusion and more than a little self-doubt. Before she could get too worked up, Tom added, “It still can be. I can go again tonight, if that’s what you really want. There are some condoms in my dresser — unless you’re on the pill?”

Amy’s eyes widened in alarm. “The pill?!? No…I mean…I never thought…”

Her voice trailed off and Tom could almost see her mind grappling with reality. This was what he’d wanted. Okay, so he had to keep convincing himself that this was what he’d wanted — his dick was rooting for Amy to say, “Let’s go for it!” But the part of him that really cared about her wanted her to understand.

After a long, uncomfortable silence, Amy admitted, “I’m not sure what I want. For a minute, I thought I wanted to…but now….Tom, I’m sorry, I feel awful. You probably think I’m a tease.”

“No, I don’t,” he assured her, cradling her distressed face in his hands and placing a tender kiss on her forehead. When he pulled back, he continued to cup one of her cheeks in his palm, stroking her soft skin with his thumb as he explained, “You needed to see what it’s really like. Amy, at the beginning of the summer, you told me you wanted to learn how to give head so you wouldn’t go off to college completely dumb about sex. But sex is more than just a bag of tricks — it’s what you feel in the heat of the moment. You give fantastic, mind-blowing head,” he paused, giving her cheek a squeeze as she grinned at his compliment, “and maybe that will help you hold off a guy who wants more than you’re willing to give. But you have to think about yourself, too. The only thing that will hold you off is you. We’ve never even talked about birth control. Would you have stopped me when we were in the moment?”

Comprehension dawned in Amy’s eyes, swiftly followed by embarrassment. Sheepishly, she lowered her gaze and whispered, “No.”

Tom didn’t press any further. He figured she had plenty to think about. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her and let her burrow into the warmth of his solid chest.

It had been quite a summer.

Epilogue

Tom’s sophomore year at State practically flew by. He’d really come into his own. He took to the Landscape Architecture program like a duck to water and actually had the faculty competing over who got to assign him to their internships. In the spring, he joined a fraternity and made some friends he knew he’d have for the rest of his life. The brothers in his house definitely knew how to party, although they weren’t anywhere near as bad as some of the other houses that were notorious for all-night bashes that turned into morning-after puke fests.

And he met plenty of girls.

He never had trouble getting dates. Swimming just often enough to stay in shape, he had an athletic build that a lot of girls told him was “buff”, and more than a few of them fawned over “his cute smile”. Tom ended up sleeping with some of them.

But every now and then, his thoughts turned to Amy. He wondered how she was doing. Mostly, he wondered if she felt like she fit in, if she’d made friends, if she’d started to think about what she wanted to do. And yet, he couldn’t deny that one of the things he wondered about most persistently was whether she was still a virgin.

They’d parted as friends — or maybe, as the phrase went, “friends with benefits” — and Amy had insisted that she wanted to stay in touch during the academic year, but Tom warned her that they would both probably get wrapped up in life at their own campuses. And sure enough, he’d gotten a few e-mail messages from her in September, but come October the correspondence had died out.

Early June found him back home, basking beneath the sun in his front yard in the few free days he had before he started a job with the Parks Department. And he was still wondering whether Amy’s virginity had survived her first year at college.

When a shadow fell across his face, he was pleased but not surprised to see her standing above him. She looked great.

“Hey,” he greeted her with a smile, propping himself up on his elbow. “Long time no see. How was your first year?”

Amy beamed back a friendly grin and sat down beside him on the blanket he’d spread out on the lawn. “Great! You wouldn’t believe some of the things that happened…”

Like it was for most everyone, Amy’s first year had been an eye-opening experience. She recounted the highlights for Tom with enthusiastic, animated gestures, and her zeal was so infectious that he found himself with a permanent grin plastered across his face. When the heat started getting uncomfortable, he invited her inside for a cold drink and continued to listen to her stories.

They were sitting on the couch in his living room, cooling off with some ice water, when the conversation turned to sex.

Tom wasn’t terribly surprised when Amy confessed she’d had a change of heart about her virginity. Still, it took some effort to keep the disappointment from showing on his face. She’d probably found someone to experiment with.

“I guess I got tired of it being such a big deal,” Amy said thoughtfully in between sips of water. “It’s like it was becoming this gala event, some larger-than-life production that would never happen because everything had to be just right. The right mood, the right reason, the guy I would spend the rest of my life with. It shouldn’t be that much work.”

“Kinda takes all the fun out of it,” Tom agreed with a nod, although his smile had diminished somewhat.

“That’s exactly it!” Amy threw her hands up to punctuate her point. “My first time shouldn’t wait until I have my whole life mapped out, right down to retirement. It should be fun, something so good that I won’t just enjoy it, I’ll remember it.”

Wait.

Tom blinked as his brain caught up with what Amy had just said. “Your first time…? You mean, you haven’t…?”

The sly, womanly smile that Amy directed at him shot straight to his groin. As she spoke, he went from zero to rock hard in less than ten seconds.

“I want my first time to be with someone I can trust, someone who I know won’t take advantage of me or hurt me. That’s you, Tom,” Amy explained softly, reaching out her hand and letting her fingers dance teasingly along his arm. “I haven’t met anyone yet who’s made me feel as good as you do. You’re everything I could want in a lover. So how ’bout it? Are you willing to teach me some more, or should I go find someone at the pool?”

Amy’s playful smile abruptly became a yelping laugh as Tom pounced on her and pinned her beneath him on the sofa.

“Deal,” he agreed before diving down for a fierce, possessive kiss.

It looked like it was going to be another incredible summer.

But that, as they say, is another story.

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