The Lessons Ch. 22

Literotic asexstories – The Lessons Ch. 22 by Charles Petersunn,Charles Petersunn
I placed this story in the first time series. It is relatively long. However, it need not be read in one sitting, as it actually involves a number of distinct episodes.

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It’s Not Like It’s Real Sex

Melissa Andrews and James Fortune were 18 years old. They had been so for a number of months. Even longer than they had been dating. It had only been about a couple of months since they started dating. In any case, they were now seeing each other quite a bit. They would ensure to spend time at least three school nights together. Their parents both insisted that they not spend every night together. They were frankly concerned that Melissa and James were going too fast, although their effort to constrain them probably had the opposite effect of keeping the passion fires burning. Absence does make the heart grow fonder. Even when the parents insisted that Melissa or James spend an evening at home with them, they still managed to sneak in a phone call.

The parents did not actually have the authority to govern their behavior. After all, Melissa and James were both 18 years old. They were even attending college: Templeton. However, like many of the students at Templeton, they still lived with their parents, and the parents in this case indicated quite clearly that as long as they were living under their roof they would follow the house rules. Besides, Templeton College was itself rather conservative and constraining of student behavior, an aspect of the college that was attractive to the parents and even many of the students. To the administration of Templeton, college students should receive considerable guidance and even supervision regarding social and leisure activity. Restraint, self-control, avoidance, and even denial of sexual dalliances, frittering, and philandering were far preferred over any animalistic, hedonistic indulgence. This was a policy that the Andrews and Fortune families fully endorsed.

Melissa and James though would not deny themselves each other’s company. They would even grab moments of time in between classes. Jim would run over to catch “Missy” (his nickname for her) as French class ended so that he could walk her over to Algebra. Their friends joked that they seem to be physically attached. When they were seen together, they were always holding hands. They just knew that they were the right ones for each other.

It was now even unspoken that they would spend Friday and Saturday evenings together. It didn’t really matter that they had nothing special planned. They didn’t have to plan anything. They just wanted to be together. The only thing that would trump a Friday or Saturday night together was some sort of family affair or a school function. And, even when the latter was true for Melissa, Jim would insist on driving her to and from the event. They just wanted to be together.

Of course, they particularly enjoyed the Friday or Saturday nights when they were on a date. It was time that they could spend alone, together, and express their feelings for each other. Melissa enjoyed those evenings a lot. She felt that Jimmy was the best kisser she had ever known. She could kiss him for hours, and cuddle for even more.

It wasn’t too long though before she started to notice the bulge in his pants. She knew that guys did that. She didn’t mind. She actually liked it, knowing that she was making her guy so excited. However, she certainly wasn’t ready to go all the way. In this regard, she was a true Templeton coed. Such things would have to wait. And, he fully understood. He didn’t pressure her, nor did he really even want to. He held the same values and this was one of the many things she liked about him. He respected her. He would wait for her.

But, it wasn’t like it was easy even for her to wait. She would end most dates all flushed and confused, and, she hated to admit, even a little moist, down there. As the dates passed, she found herself not only noticing his bulge but even willfully, purposely, sneaking looks at it. It looked very mysterious and inviting, poking out so hard against Jimmy’s slacks. How could she not notice something so bold, so prominent?

It was even harder for Jim to wait, and hard was a good word for it. He would be rock hard by the end of a night of necking. He would at times even dash to his bedroom after a date to, well, to do what is rather obvious at that point. There was even one time when they were at a party and they had been in a corner necking heavily for a good hour and Jim finally had to excuse himself to use the bathroom. He just couldn’t help himself. He had to get some relief. So, he masturbated in Lucy Miller’s bathroom (the girl who was hosting the party). He felt really embarrassed at doing this, even a bit ashamed. He felt sort of like a pervert, “pounding his pecker” in some family’s bathroom. But, his balls were just aching so bad. Perhaps it was a terribly wrong thing to do, but he certainly felt much better the rest of the evening, although still a little shameful. He sure hoped nobody noticed how long he had been in there or, worse still, could hear any of the tell-tale sounds through the door of a boy “beating his meat.”

Jim had been hoping that she would notice it, and might then even want to take care of it. But, he couldn’t bring himself to actually tell her or ask her to touch it. He could tell by her actions that she wasn’t ready for that. He would at times reach for her breast but she firmly, albeit sweetly, took his hand and moved it to her waist. He wasn’t annoyed about this. He understood. Some girls just weren’t ready yet. He might himself occasionally loose control when he got real excited, and it was then right and good for her to remind him, and remove his hand from her breast.

He didn’t mind, as he liked her very, very much, and he had good reason to.

Melissa was a very cute, bubbly, cheerful girl. She was lots of fun. She seemed to always be in a good mood. No matter how gloomy or annoyed he might feel, she could always reverse his mood. She was loads of fun to be around. Unlike lots of other girls he had dated, Melissa actually liked to watch sports on TV and to go to ball games. Talking to her just wasn’t like it had been with other girls. He didn’t have to try to come up with things to talk about, he didn’t have to monitor how he was responding to her, he didn’t have to work at maintaining an interest in what she was saying. They just talked about what they wanted to talk about, and it always seemed to be the same thing, the right thing.

Plus, she did like to kiss. It seemed like she could kiss for hours. That was, of course, though, part of the problem. He sometimes wondered if it would be better if they just kissed a few times and stopped. He would not then get so frustrated; his balls so blue. But, who wouldn’t want to be kissing Missy?

In any case, she did finally cross an important threshold. They were visiting Tony, along with a bunch of other friends. Tony’s parents weren’t home but they didn’t mind if he invited over some friends. Melissa and James wandered off to the living room while Tony and the others were discussing music and computer games in his bedroom. They weren’t missed. It was well established that Melissa and Jim would always sneak off.

They went to the living room because it was a good distance from Tony’s bedroom. It didn’t offer a lot of intimate privacy but they would be able to hear if his parents came up the driveway. They didn’t really care if one of their friends discovered them. They would just be kissing.

However, Melissa did more than that. As they were getting into the heat of their kissing, hugging, squeezing, and massaging of arms and backs, Jim felt Melissa’s hand actually, clearly, explicitly, rest right on his notable erection, and she didn’t move it away. He didn’t say anything or do anything in response. It was like a little squirrel had wandered up to him to try to help herself to a peanut. He worried that any sudden movement, anything that might draw attention to what she was doing, would just scare her off.

And, man, did her hand feel so nice. She had the most delicate, little, feminine hands. During a break in kissing she would at times just play with their hands. She liked to hold their hands up against each other, dramatically showing how big and strong his hand was compared to her own. James was not in fact a particularly big guy, but compared to the diminutive 4’10” frame of Melissa, he certainly felt powerful and strong.

And, now this, this soft little, elvish, hand, was resting firmly on his erection. His dick swelled even further with the touch of her fingers through the cloth. He kissed her more passionately. He even stuck his tongue into her mouth. They did do a lot of French kissing. She didn’t mind that. She in fact liked it a lot. To her it was like he was entering her body in a most intimate way, and it was certainly farther than she had ever gone with any previous guy. French kissing to her was a clear sign, a clear indication, a clear statement, of how much he meant to her.

Melissa had been feeling very passionate, very hot, when she finally gave in and touched him there. As she thought about it, she could feel some wetness between her legs and they hadn’t even been kissing that long. It was perhaps due in part to the fact that they were lying down together on the couch. They usually necked sitting up. Lying down was more like they were actually having sex. In any case, she decided that she would finally do it. She would actually touch it. And, she did not regret her decision. It felt so big! This was really exciting. Her hand was actually now right on his “stiffy.” She giggled to herself at calling it a stiffy. She liked that word. It made it seem cute and manly both at the same time.

She then felt his tongue enter her mouth. She could tell by its sudden, forceful entrance into her mouth that he clearly liked that she had touched his stiffy. She flicked her own tongue at his, letting him know that she was equally happy to have him there. And, at the same time, she even gave his penis a little squeeze. She heard him groan.

She did not stop with just touching him. She began to gently slide her fingers up and down his penis, feeling its stiffness through the layers of fabric. She had always enjoyed feeling his muscles, the taut manly strength of his biceps. But, this was even better. This was his taut, stiff manhood; his love muscle. She closed her eyes and slid her tongue into his mouth as she fondled and stroked his shaft.

James was in blissful delight. He had his arms around her soft, gentle body while she was French kissing him and, most importantly of all, she was now finally using her precious hand on his hard cock. This was much, much better than jerking off in his bed when he got home. He considered placing his own hand on her breast or, better yet, between her legs. It seemed only appropriate that he try to give her as much pleasure as she was giving him. However, he hesitated, as he was afraid that this would only snap her out of her moment of passion. She might even think that touching him implies that she must now let him feel her up as well, and so might just stop touching him if he touched her.

He would have to think fast though, as he could feel his arousal climbing quite rapidly. He would hold out much longer when he played with himself. It was evident that this would not be true when it was his girlfriend’s hand, for the first time, fondling, caressing, stroking him. He could feel the surging pressure within his balls; the sense of an impending orgasm. He questioned whether he should let it happen like this, but he wanted to let it happen. He wanted so much to cum as she was fondling, feeling, and stroking him. Although, that could also be the wrong, the worst, thing to do. They would not be embarrassed at getting caught kissing and feeling each other by their friends, but it would be much different having his friends see a sloppy, wet stain in the front of his pants. He might even spook her if he started to cum in his pants.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, he wasn’t sure which, the decision was made for him. They both heard Tony’s parents pull up in the driveway. They quickly separated and gathered their composure. Both were quite hot, flushed, and breathless. Melissa dashed off, ostensibly to check her hair in the bathroom, but also because she was a bit embarrassed at how far she had gone. She wasn’t too sure that she could look Jimmy in the eyes right after she had been so openly playing with his stiffy.

James, though, didn’t let her run off and hide. He followed her down the hallway and even into the bathroom. As she was fixing her hair he wrapped his arms around her waist, kissed her on the neck, and said quietly, “That was real nice, Missy. You know I love you very much.”

They didn’t often use the “L” word. They used the lower case, “like,” word a lot, but not the big one. She liked hearing the bigger one. She giggled with appreciation, and responded, “You stop that now. We can’t have Tony’s parents know what we were up to. You get out of here.”

Jim responded, “Well, I certainly can’t walk out there like this.” He stepped to the side and displayed in the large mirror that rose above the sink the evident presence of his stout erection.

“Jimmy!” Melissa exclaimed, her face flushing with embarrassment as she looked at it poking out his pants. This was the first time that she had actually explicitly, openly, publicly acknowledged its presence. “You’re so bad.” She turned to face him and playfully shoved him out of the bathroom. She said more quietly, “Now you get rid of that thing before anyone sees it.”

This was frankly good advice, and it would be easier to have it go down if he was somewhere else so he would no longer be looking at her pretty face and luscious body, nor thinking of her tender fingers. The thought crossed his mind of suggesting that the bathroom was a good place to “get rid of it,” like he had done previously at Lucy Miller’s house. But, he knew that would be out of the question. “Just one last kiss?” he asked.

She gave him a quick peck on his lips and, much to his surprise, even a quick squeeze of the head of his penis. “Now get going. They’ll be coming through the front door any second.”

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With this threshold finally crossed, it actually became unusual for Melissa not to touch him, down there, whenever they were necking. She certainly wouldn’t do it when they were kissing in public. But, she didn’t mind touching him there when they were alone. In fact, she now found that she looked forward to it. Seeing him get all excited; well, it excited her; it made her happy to know that she was making him happy; it made her feel like a real girl, an attractive and feminine woman, that she could make her guy get so turned on.

And, she would quietly admit to herself, it made her feel warm down there as well. She would even at times masturbate in the privacy of her bedroom after an evening of playing with him, imagining that she had actually taken it out. She would fantasize that she would take him out and stroke it right out in the open, watching it get bigger and bigger until it finally exploded in a big, powerful orgasm, shooting its white stuff all over the place. Getting to this point in her fantasy often brought herself to her own orgasm. She would feel a little guilty afterward about having such thoughts, but they were just thoughts. She wasn’t actually having sex with him.

It didn’t take long, however, for them to realize that this next step, her touching him down there, did come with a problem: a problem with cumming. They could kiss for hours but she could only play with him for minutes at a time before he had to tell her to stop, that if she continued to play with him like that he would ejaculate.

She liked hearing that. She would let go whenever he warned her, but she might then snuggle up to him and giggle with the thought that she was getting him so excited that he couldn’t even control himself. After a little while she would return to his erection, perhaps just to dance the tips of her fingers along it. She would even tease him a bit. As she lightly traced her fingers along its stiffness, she might say “This doesn’t bother you, does it Jimmy?” or “If I just walk along it with my little fingers, that won’t make your big thing all mad or anything, will it?”

She wasn’t actually trying to annoy or aggravate him. In fact, he liked her teasing probably more than she did. As far as he was concerned, a fine evening would be spent just lying back while Melissa amused herself with his erection. The fact that she enjoyed playing with it was nothing but a plus. The aching in his testicles was much more worse after an evening of her playing than it had been after an evening of their kissing, but this only made his own eventual masturbation at home all the more pleasurable.

There was one time though that her hand did get out of hand.

James had been invited over for dinner with her parents. Melissa’s parents liked James a great deal. They knew that he was a good student, that he had big but realistic plans for the future and, most importantly, that he treated Melissa with respect. Melissa had assured her mother that she had not yet gone all the way, that she had no plans for doing so until she was married, and that James was in full agreement. The fact that James shared their values and was not pressuring her, earned him quite a few points.

When James arrived Mrs. Andrews directed him to Melissa’s bedroom. “She’s upstairs, James, finishing her homework. Why don’t you go up and get her. I bet she will be happy for the excuse to stop studying.”

“Sure thing, Mrs. Andrews,” James replied, bounding up the stairs to Melissa’s bedroom.

When he arrived he saw Melissa lying on the bed. She was lying with her head and back propped up with pillows. A book was resting on her upraised knees. She was staring intently at a graph. With her knees pulled up her skirt had fallen well down on her raised thighs, and, with her knees also somewhat spread, James had a very nice view of her sweet, young cunnie, still fully covered by her white cotton panties but nevertheless very evident by the curved rise of the panties over her soft mound. She was so engrossed in her reading that she probably had no idea that she was exposing herself like that to anyone who happened to walk by her bedroom door. Her younger brother Timmy would probably have enjoyed the peek. James felt a bit guilty in doing so himself, but he didn’t let on right away that he was there. He paused to watch.

She was even absentmindedly waving her knees back and forth, alternately hiding and exposing the delicious white mound. James could feel himself beginning to swell as he enjoyed the show.

“Jimmy!” Melissa squealed, as she finally noticed him at the door. “I didn’t hear you come up.” She immediately dropped the book and got up on her knees. Her skirt fell back over her thighs, hiding from view any further appreciation of her feminine softness. However, this did not make her any less desirable or sexy in James’ eyes, particularly as she was now on her knees at the edge of the bed, her arms extended, waiting for a big hug and kiss. He was happy to oblige.

And, she didn’t want just one quick peck of hello. As he approached she said, “Jimmy, I’ve missed you so much.” They hadn’t seen each other for two days and for Melissa that was much too long. She pulled him down to her and gave him a long sweet kiss. He held her tightly to him, feeling her soft round breasts pressing against his chest.

She sighed with pleasure and yearning as she separated from him. “Did you miss me too, Jimmy?”

He smiled. “Oh yes, yes, very much so,” he replied, affectionately stroking her cheek as she gazed up into his eyes.

She reached out with her right hand to feel the front of his slacks. She smiled broadly when she felt that he was in fact already fairly erect. She playfully said, “I guess he missed me too.” She could see and feel him becoming even stiffer through his slacks. He had decided to wear loose boxers that evening. He found them much more comfortable and he was frankly hoping that they would be able to find some time alone together. The boxers gave her much better access than his tight briefs, particularly when he wore his loose fitting dress slacks. It didn’t take him long to get rock hard with her fingers playing along his growing penis.

She look down to see the very clear protrusion in his slacks where the swollen head of his cock was trying to push through. She smiled with satisfaction as she said, “Yes, it looks like he misses me very much indeed.” She licked her lips as she circled her index finger around and around the round bulge in his pants. James pushed out his hips to encourage her.

“You know, Jimmy, I think I should give him his own little name.” She looked back up at his face with her large round eyes as she was tenderly circling around and around the head of his engorged cock with the tip of her index finger. “I’ve given names to all my little animals, dolls, and pets. He shouldn’t be left out.” She smiled teasingly at him, “What should I call him, I wonder?”

Jim’s breathing was becoming more rapid and heavy. Her finger felt so nice. If they weren’t in her bedroom, he would be sorely tempted to just unzip his pants. It seemed to him that she was at the point that she would not object to putting her hand right on it.

“I’d call him ‘Mr. Peters,’ but that would only make me think of one of my teachers at college,” although, she didn’t really mind thinking of Mr. Peters that way. He was one of the better looking professors. But, still, he should have his own name. “No,” she said, as if in deep thought, “I think I’ll call him ‘Pogo.’ ‘Pogo’ was the name of my first puppy. I loved him so very much.”

Melissa was in fact thinking of giving Pogo a little kiss. She could feel her heart flutter and the blood rise to her face as she contemplated doing this, of actually putting her lips right on his stiffie. It did look awfully inviting. She could see the round bulb of the top of his stiff penis poking out hard against his slacks. She felt the soft curves of his crown, tracing her finger around and around the tip. She heard Jim groan. He pushed out his hips even further, giving his erection a more dramatic display. She leaned down toward him, lowering her face closer and closer to his hardness.

“Alright kids, dinner’s ready!” Mrs. Andrews yelled up from downstairs.

The sound of her mother’s voice snapped her out of her reverie. She turned her head up to look at Jimmy. She smiled sweetly at him as she squeezed the head of his cock through his slacks. She could see the frustration in his eyes. “Pogo is awfully stiff and hard, isn’t he Jimmy.”

He smiled back and stroked her hair. “That’s cause he likes you so much.”

Melissa giggled. She gripped him hard through his slacks and stroked him up and down. She wasn’t sure why she was doing that now. She certainly didn’t want to make him cum just as they were about to go down for dinner. But, she also felt such a strong urge to do it, as well as feeling sorry for getting him so aroused.

“Missy,” Jimmy gasped as he felt her little hand rubbing his cock through his slacks. He gripped her shoulders tightly, lost in the pleasure of the feel of her fingers, dancing up and down his erection.

But, good sense overcame lust. “Wait, wait, stop,” he said, breathlessly. They had to control themselves, or at least he had to control himself. He wasn’t about to walk downstairs with a big wet stain in his crotch. “Not now, not here!”

She knew he was right, but she was awfully disappointed. There was something about being in her bedroom that made her want to go farther, kneeling on her bed while Jimmy showed her his stiffie. But, still, the door to the bedroom was open, her mother was just downstairs, and her parents were in fact waiting for them to come down for dinner. He was right. Not now, not here. They needed to be much more careful where she did things. She gave him a playful pout. “Ok, but you have to promise to let me play with him later.”

“Not a problem,” he replied.

She crawled off the bed and scampered out of the room. He followed right behind her, enjoying the swing of her hips and the wiggle of her bottom through her short skirt as she made her way down the stairs. Staring at her butt though did not help him lose his stiffness. He had his left hand stuffed down into his pocket to hold his dick tight against his body, trying to keep it from being so obvious.

When they reached the bottom of the stairs she reached back for him with her right hand. He pulled his left hand out and grabbed hold of hers, but just as quickly stuffed his right hand into his slacks to grasp his cock. He couldn’t help but wonder how awkward he might look to her parents. Would they wonder why the heck he had his hand stuffed down into his pants? And, how was he possibly going to shake their hands? He would have to use his right hand for that, but once he removed his hand from his pocket, his stiff dick would just poke out his slacks.

His heart beat faster as they approached the dining room. Melissa didn’t seem to have a clue of his concern. She was gaily leading him along.

When he entered the room he was relieved to see that both of her parents were too preoccupied to notice. Melissa’s mother, Sarah Andrews, was busy setting the table, and Mr. Andrews was studying the roast beef, trying to figure out how best to cut it.

Jim let go of Melissa’s hand as he worked his way over to his seat. He got behind his chair, using the back of it to hide from view his stiffness. “Mr. Andrews,” he announced. “So very good to see you again, sir,” he said, as he reached out his right hand to shake.

“Yes, certainly, James, we are very happy that you were able to join us for dinner.”

Jim always sat next to Melissa, on her right. Timmy would sit across from them, but he was having dinner at a friend’s house. Mr. Andrews sat at the head of the table, around the corner from Jim. Mrs. Andrews sat at the foot of the table, across from her husband. James waited for Mrs. Andrews to take her seat before he sat down.

Dinner began with grace and the usual pleasantries. As soon as they began to eat, Melissa maneuvered her right hand under the table to place it on Jim’s thigh. This would arouse no suspicion or concern of her parents, as they often saw them holding hands. They would assume that she just wanted to hold his hand for awhile. That was understandable, and certainly quite innocent.

Melissa’s intentions though were not so innocent. She quickly shifted the placement of her hand to his crotch. It was a little awkward to feel him this way, as she didn’t want the position of her arm to give her away and she had to reach back to get to his thing. But, with some effort, she was successful and duly rewarded. She could feel that he was still partially erect. She smiled at the thought of what she was doing, right at the dinner table, literally under the noses of her parents.

“Did you know, daddy,” she said, quite innocently, “Jimmy has his own Pogo.”

Jim’s eyes widened, both at the feel of her fingers on his cock and her provocative remark.

“Really, James,” Mr. Andrews replied.

“Uh, yes sir,” he said. Not really knowing what else to say. He did not in fact have a dog.

“Yes, daddy,” Melissa spoke for him. “He was just a little thing but he’s growing up real fast,” she said as she felt his cock swelling against her fingers, stretching against the loose fabric of his shorts and slacks.

Mrs. Andrews joined in. “What’s his name, Jim?”

Melissa jumped in quick before he could say anything. “Boner. His name is ‘Boner,’ mummy.” Jim coughed, hoping he wasn’t blushing. He considered pushing Melissa’s hand away, but he had to admit that he really didn’t want to. Her fingers felt so good on him. She was doing all sorts of things under the table. Squeezing him, tickling the head with the tips of her fingers, and sliding up and down as much of it as she could. He in fact actually spread his legs a bit to give her more room.

Mrs. Andrews looked puzzled. “Boner? Really? What made you call him that?”

This time Jim spoke quickly, not really wanting Melissa to escalate this any farther, at least not what was going on above the table. “Bones, he likes bones a lot Mrs. Andrews. He’s always burying bones in the backyard, begging for more. He even seems to find them in other yards and brings them back. After a few weeks of this, it seemed like the best name for him.”

Mr. Andrews had a rather quizzical, perhaps even disapproving, look on his face. He wasn’t so sure that he would name a dog, “Boner.”

Melissa though was quite pleased with the name. “I like his Boner a lot, daddy,” she said, with a gleeful grin, pretending to be entirely innocent to the connotation.

Jim though knew fell well the meaning of what she had just said and looked down at his plate, not wanting to catch the eye of either parent.

Mrs. Andrews blushed. She got the connotation, but was a little embarrassed for having done so. She naturally figured her daughter was entirely innocent, and perhaps she should not herself have any idea of what Melissa had just said.

Mr. Andrews coughed with confusion. He also got it, and he was very uncomfortable with the image it put in his head. He couldn’t imagine his daughter doing any such thing. He would have to admit that she was certainly old enough to be doing something like that, but, goodness, his own daughter playing with a boy’s stiff penis? Well, that was rather appalling to think about, or was at least very uncomfortable for him to think about.

But, just the look in her eyes reassured him. If his daughter was doing anything like that she certainly wouldn’t have made such a remark, especially at the dinner table, and certainly not to him. She would have at least become terribly embarrassed at the slip of her tongue. Instead, she was simply smiling quite innocently, naively, at him. He finally replied, “Yes, well, I do recall how much you enjoyed playing with Pogo.” Perhaps he could at least get the conversation off the subject of James’ Boner.

“Oh yes I did, daddy. I loved to pet him and things,” she said, as she slid her fingers up and down Jim’s hard cock. She then grabbed firmly onto his stiff dick, squeezing tightly as she said, “I like to play with Jimmy’s Boner too.”

Mrs. Andrews had to look away at that one. If only the children knew what they were saying! She stared down at her plate, as Jim was himself doing. He was having some trouble controlling himself, not only because of what Melissa was saying but also with what her hand was doing. She wasn’t letting up on him. On the contrary, her tickling, rubbing, and squeezing were becoming more urgent, more intense. He could feel the tension, the pressure, mounting within him.

Mr. Andrews tried to change the topic of conversation. He really didn’t want to hear his daughter talking any longer about young James’ Boner and how much she enjoyed playing with it. “Yes, well, perhaps it’s time we get another pet ourselves.”

Melissa sat up and turned toward her father, releasing her right hand from Jim’s lap, placing it on the back of his chair. Jim breathed a sigh of relief, as he felt that he was in fact getting really too close. However, Melissa’s change of position was also to provide an excuse for her to be able to get a better feel of and grip on his cock. “Oh daddy, could we?!” she said, as she slid her left hand under the table and grasped firmly Jim’s cock through his slacks, now with a much better grip. She kept the upper half of her arm still so that her movements would not be noticeable, but she was vigorously pumping his cock with her left hand. From the perspective of her parents, it only looked like, at worst, that she was just resting her left hand on his leg as she was turned toward her father. Jim was himself firmly grasping his silverware, trying to maintain his composure. He was being vigorously jacked off right beneath the dinner table, in the company of her parents. It felt so good. It was also terribly risky, but that just made it all the more exciting.

“That would be wonderful, daddy!” Melissa exclaimed with enthusiasm as she pumped Jim’s cock.

“Well, we will still have to think about it, dear,” her father cautioned.

“Oh, but I will take care of it, daddy, I promise. Wasn’t I real good with Pogo?”

“Yes, you were. I do have to admit that,” he acknowledged.

“I have even taught Jimmy’s Boner all sorts of tricks.”

Mr. Andrews coughed with confusion.

Sweat was also beginning to build on Jim’s brow. Her hand felt so good. He knew that she wouldn’t take it too far. He had never cum with her hand before. He would always stop her before they went too far. He might have to signal her, as he usually did, and that wasn’t so easy right now, at least not perhaps without arousing some suspicion.

“For example, I can make his Boner stand up so straight and tall! He gets all excited when he does that,” Melissa exclaimed, with apparent gleeful naivety. “He starts jumping around, showing off how big he is!” She used the tips of her fingers to grasp and massage just the tip of his cock. She rubbed around and around his bulb with tight, fast circular motions.

Jim bent over and stared down at his plate, trying to conceal his arousal that would now be so readily evident. He scrunched his brow, trying desperately not to get so excited that he might cum in her hand.

Mrs. Andrews was also staring at her plate, her face a beet red. She hoped that nobody would notice. She wondered, with considerable discomfort and embarrassment, whether she was the only one at the table who perceived such sexual overtones in what her daughter was saying.

Mr. Andrews considered explicitly telling Melissa not to speak any further about James’ Boner. It was all very innocent, he knew, on Melissa’s part, but it was also quite uncomfortable for himself and he could see for his wife as well. However, he knew that if he did tell her to stop talking about “Jim’s Boner,” she would want to know, and justifiably so, why her father wanted her to stop talking about his puppy, and he did not want to embarrass his daughter by having her realize how her comments could be taken in such a dirty manner. He knew (or, more accurately, assumed) his daughter would be mortified to learn how her entirely playful discussion of Jim’s puppy could be misconstrued to be referring to a male erection, and an erection of her boyfriend sitting right next to her. Not too many fathers want to embarrass their daughters in such a manner, particularly right in front of the boyfriend. Perhaps it was best to just let this ride out to its natural conclusion.

“I’ve been playing with Jim’s Boner a lot lately. Jim though does keep him inside. He won’t let him come out and play.”

“Well, he is probably too young to run around the yard on his own.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t let him run around by himself, I’d hold on tight to him.” She smiled at Jim as she now lightly stroked her fingers up and down the length of his cock, pausing to tickle the round soft head. She could see, and feel, that he was getting very, very excited. It might only be a matter of seconds now.

She added, “Sometimes though he gets so excited that he does makes a mess.”

This seemed to just be getting worse and worse for Melissa’s parents, as well as for Jim. “Yea, yea, I guess so,” Jim gasped, bending over quite far, desperately trying not to cum, as well as to keep his flushed face and gasping breath hidden from view.

Mr. Andrews could now see Jim’s discomfort. He figured that Jim must himself be detecting the double meaning in what Melissa was saying. A boy would clearly have more knowledge and understanding of the implication of the word, “boner,” than a girl as innocent and naive about such things as Melissa.

Melissa again squeezed hard on Jim’s cock beneath the table as she slid her fist up and down its length. She turned her face to him. “I know you don’t like having to clean it up when your Boner makes a mess, but sometimes though he just can’t help himself.” She shifted to just rapidly squeezing and pulling on the head of his cock with a firm grip of her tightly clenched hand.

She then said in her most feminine, coquettish, of voice, “It just happens sometimes, despite all your efforts to keep him under control. Sometimes Boner just has to let go and make a big wet mess.”

That was it. He just couldn’t help himself. He felt that feeling of inevitable explosion, the sense of urgent pressure followed by gushes of cum into his pants. He reached for his glass and started gulping down mouthfuls of water as rushes of pleasure swept over him and gobs of jism spewed from his cock.

Melissa could feel his cock twitching in her hand and, soon after, the evident moisture on her fingers as his cum seeped through his boxers and slacks.

Once it started Jim made no effort to try to stop it. He knew that the front of his pants would now be soaked in cum, but a large stain was really no worse than a small one, and he just gave himself over to letting it happen. And, if felt so nice. An intense feeling of release as surging waves engulfed him as his cock repeatedly jerked and jettisoned globs of cum. It felt particularly nice to have Melissa’s fingers, for the first time, stay right on the head of his cock as it gushed its cum.

She rubbed and massaged the head as it spewed its load, feeling it soaking into his slacks while further rubbing the head of his dick, now with his own moist, hot jism.

Mr. Andrews was, by now, simply speechless. He felt quite sorry for Jim, as he could see his embarrassment over what Melissa was saying. He apparently could hardly find any words to say, being reduced to trying to hide his speechless discomfort in a long drink of water.

When the final spurt was released, Jim sat back and sighed. His face now beet red, his heart pounding, his body exhausted, he said, “Yea, he can make a big mess, and sometimes I don’t even know how, how to best clean it up.”

Melissa smiled sweetly at Jim. She removed her hand from underneath the table. The tips of her fingers were moist with the cum that had seeped through. She brought them to her nose. She found the aroma of his cum to be quite pleasing. It was sort of a fresh, clean scent. She considered saying something about how sweet Jim’s Boner smelled, but that wouldn’t make any real sense.

She instead reached for her water glass and brought it over to Jim. “You’re almost out of water, Jim. Here, I haven’t drank any of mine. Let me fill yours up.”

Jim hadn’t perceived her actual intention, but it didn’t take long to find out.

As soon as she started pouring Melissa turned to her mother, as if to ask her something, and then poured much of her own water onto the table and, more importantly, right onto Jim’s lap. “Oh my goodness!” she exclaimed. “I made a big mess myself! I’m so sorry.”

Jim pushed back quickly in his chair, trying to avoid the spill, but, fortunately, it was impossible. The front of his pants were now soaking wet. It was a rather embarrassing place for a spill. Mr. and Mrs. Andrews were both very sympathetic, realizing that it actually looked like Jim had suffered a rather terribly embarrassing accident. But, for Jim it was a very fortunate and effective accident. His cum stain was now thoroughly well disguised.

Cleaning up the mess wasn’t particularly pleasant. Melissa was right about that, although Jim declined her offer to help dab and rub his pants dry. There had been perhaps enough of her playing around in that area for one evening.

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

Melissa, however, was quick to find an opportunity to return to the scene of her crime. On Friday of that same week they were invited to a party at Pamela’s house. When her parents were out of town Pamela liked to have these big parties. Her parents didn’t mind, as long as nothing was broken and they didn’t leave a big mess behind for mom to clean up. In fact, in many respects Pamela’s parties were rather tame, as there was little to no drinking. Most of the kids who came were under age for drinking, and Pamela did not herself encourage or support it. However, many of her parties did end up in mass make-out sessions. As most of the Templeton students still lived at home with their parents, a house without the parents was a great opportunity.

Melissa and Jim quickly joined in, and it wasn’t too long before Melissa’s hand was working its way down into the crotch of his pants. They kissed and clutched in Pamela’s parents’ living room for quite a bit of time, along with about twelve other couples. Most everyone else was in the den downstairs, drinking colas, shooting pool, watching a movie on TV, and just hanging out. The living room lights were all off, so that it was difficult to eavesdrop visually. However, it was pretty clear what was going on. The room was filled with sounds of feminine purring, masculine groaning, lips smacking, and clothes rustling. Everyone largely respected each other’s privacy, although at times one could not help but notice through the darkness a hand on a breast or even inside someone’s pants. There was also the occasional sound of a feminine voice scolding a guy who was trying to go a bit too far.

This evening, however, Jim was wearing jockey briefs and jeans, which didn’t make it so easy for Melissa to play with him. They necked and she petted for quite some time. She could tell that he was rock hard, but she found it frustrating that she really couldn’t even get a good feel of it, let alone handle it. The tight jockies and jeans just didn’t give her much access.

“Jimmy,” she said, her eyes looking deep into his as she lightly stroked his erection through his jeans. “Would you come with me, I want to show you something.” She grabbed his hand, pulled him from the couch they were sharing with Betty and Rick, who hardly noticed their departure as they were themselves deep within a clutch and French kiss.

Jim, though, did notice Betty pushing Jim’s hand away as he tried to get a feel of her breast. “Yea, sure,” he replied as Melissa pulled him away.

Melissa dragged him down the hallway and into the family bathroom, looking behind her as she pulled him inside, not wanting anyone to notice where they had gone. However, at Pamela’s parties, most of the guests rarely gave much attention to the other couples.

As soon as she got him inside she quickly shut and locked the door. She turned to Jim and said, quite flirtatiously, “Jimmy, maybe this would be a good time to let Pogo come out and play with me?”

Jim’s immediate reaction was, ‘Anytime, anyplace.’ Heck, he might not have even resisted her if she had pulled his cock out beneath her parents’ dinner table, although clearly that would have been very, very risky. And, even here, he wasn’t so sure. “Missy!? Right now, in Pamela’s house?”

Melissa leaned back against the bathroom door. She gave him her best coquettish, pleading expression. “Please Jimmy. I want to see it. I’ve wanted to see it for quite awhile now, and I won’t keep him out for too long.”

Jim knew that was true. It probably wouldn’t take too long for her to make him cum. “But, here, in the bathroom?”

“I think it’s perfect, Jimmy. I mean, I know it’s not terribly romantic but,” she blushed as she said the next thing, “when you, you know, do it, it will be easy to clean up.” She smiled as she said, “At least I won’t have to spill something on you this time.” She giggled at the memory.

Jim smiled back. He had himself been waiting for this for a long time as well.

Melissa whispered, “C’mon, Jimmy, take it out for me.”

“Alright, if you insist,” feigning like it was him doing her the favor. He unzipped his jeans, unbuckled his belt, and unbuttoned the waist.

“Wait,” Melissa exclaimed. She did have to be sure of one thing first. “You won’t tell anyone about this, will you?”

“Sure, sure, Missy, I won’t tell anyone.”

“Not even Joey.” Joey was his best friend. He told him everything. He had told Joey about what happened at dinner. Joey was immensely jealous. He didn’t even have a girlfriend, let alone one who would do something like that. He was, at this very point in time, downstairs having a soda, trying to flirt with Tina. Rumor had it that Tina did all sorts of things. But, he was making no progress. He wasn’t surprised. He heard she was dating a graduate student.

“No, no, I won’t tell Joey.” And, he was being honest about that. He would want to tell him, but if Melissa didn’t want him to, he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t violate her trust.

“Ok, then, um, you know, let me see it.”

Jimmy continued to undo his pants. Once he finished he tried to catch her eyes, but she was staring at his crotch. He grasped the waistband of his jeans and his briefs, quickly pulled them down to his ankles, and then more slowly stood back up.

He was surprised by his own reaction at showing her, for the first time, his naked penis. He expected that he would feel quite proud, showing off his erection to Melissa. He did feel quite excited, but rather than proud he felt a wave of self-consciousness overwhelm him. His hands moved instinctively in front, covering himself up.

“No, no,” Melissa protested. “Let me see him.”

He moved his hands away. His stiff cock bobbed in the air. It was extremely hard, in part because she had been rubbing it so long, but mostly because he was now showing a girl, for the very first time, his erection.

“Oh Jimmy, it’s so manly.”

Jim now did indeed feel proud. He even jutted out his chest, although that wasn’t the jutting she was noticing.

Her eyes were wide with wonder and excitement. “I could tell Pogo was big when I was feeling him through your pants, but I never imagined that he would be this big.”

Jim really wasn’t that big at all. He might in fact be a bit below average in size. But, to the inexperienced eyes of Melissa, he looked like a bull. She couldn’t imagine fitting something that big inside of her. Fortunately, that was something that she would not have to worry about for many years. But, it was still intimidating to look at.

“Are all guys this big?”

“Golly, I don’t know,” Jim replied. Frankly, he figured that a lot of guys were bigger. He hadn’t seen any guys’ erections. Well, that wasn’t true. There was one time, a few years ago, Joey and him engaged in some adolescent play. It was when they were first getting erections and there was one time that they jerked off together. Well, not really together. They just, well, he didn’t like to talk, or even think, about that night. They certainly haven’t spoken about it in years. However, he had seen many pictures of hard cocks in the porno sites he visited on the internet. And, the cocks he saw on the porn stars certainly looked a lot bigger than his. But, he wasn’t about to tell Melissa this, particularly because he didn’t want her to think he was small and, as well, he didn’t want to admit to her that he visited porn sites.

“Well, you look awfully big to me.” She brought one of her fingers to her lips, smiled, and said, as she wiggled her hips like a little kitten, “You’re going to let me play with your Pogo stick aren’t you?”

“Well, sure, yea, if you want,” he replied. Frankly, she could do any darn thing she wanted with it. In fact, Jim couldn’t help but think about her hopping up and down on his pogo stick.

Melissa approached him, somewhat shyly. She was sincerely intimidated by its size, its hardness. To her, it did actually resemble a weapon, like a stiff club with a big round knob at the end. She could feel her heart rate increase as she stepped up to him. She even felt a drop of moisture run down her side from beneath her blouse. She hoped he wouldn’t notice that.

She got up right in front of him, and then noticed in her peripheral vision that much of their bodies, from their thighs up, was being reflected by the very large mirror over the bathroom sink. She looked at herself in the mirror as she reached down for his hard cock. She watched her hand in the mirror as it grasped the stem of his cock. She could see the pleasure on Jim’s face, and heard him gasp, as her bare hand touched the naked skin of his stiff dick.

She looked up at him. “Jimmy, it does feel real hard. How do you get it so hard?” she asked, as she slowly slid her hand up and down the naked skin of his shaft.

“Missy,” he replied, affectionately, but also a bit breathlessly, finding it rather difficult to speak with her little hand wrapped around his cock, “It’s pretty much you who’s making it hard.”

Melissa giggled with appreciation at his compliment. “I want to look at it closer,” she exclaimed as she got down on her knees in front of him to get a better look. She had certainly seen pictures of erect penises before, but this was the first time she saw one in person, and she was quite fascinated by it. She was particularly impressed with the large red bulb at the top. It looked so powerful, so aggressive; all red and puffed up. But, it was in fact soft to the touch, and so smooth, even shiny. She ran her finger along its soft curves. Jimmy flinched when her finger traced along its underside. ‘He must be especially sensitive there,’ she figured. She even leaned down into it so that she could see what it smelled like. She didn’t want him to notice her smelling his penis, as that did seem, at least to her, to be a rather ridiculous thing to do, but she was so curious about it. She pretended to be looking extra-close at it as she lightly sniffed.

She was surprised at its aroma. It didn’t stink like she thought it would. She figured it would have some disgusting odor, like what you smell when a bunch of boys are crowded in a room after horsing around. Jock straps must really reek. But, instead, Jimmy’s penis had a sort of earthy, peaty, masculine smell. She was in fact quite pleased with it.

She felt an impulse to lick it to see what it might taste like. She wondered if it would have any sort of distinctive flavor. She even thought about putting the entire head into her mouth. However, she knew she didn’t want to go that far. She was not the kind of girl who gave boys’ blow jobs. She had heard about such girls. Pamela was one who was known for doing stuff like that, and some of the girls felt that she was a bit of a slut (yet, that didn’t stop them from coming to her party).

But, Melissa couldn’t help but wonder as she studied the smooth, round bulb. It looked really big right now, as it was but just an inch from her eyes. She turned his cock this way and that, squeezing the head and then looking down into his pee hole, and then studying the funny looking thin skin that stretched hard underneath the head. As she slid her hand up and down the length of the staff, she marveled at how the head seemed to swell and then subside, even getting a richer, deeper purplish color.

Jim was studying her as well. It was in fact tremendously steamy to have her pretty face so close to his cock. He knew if she kept this up that he might in fact just explode, and if she stayed where she was he would make quite a mess of her face. That would be terribly erotic, but he knew that she probably wouldn’t like it. He would warn her first. But, he didn’t have to. He heard her sigh, felt her warm breath wash across the head of his cock, and then watched her get up off the floor.

Once she was standing, she took hold of his cock and used it to maneuver him so that both of them were facing directly at the bathroom mirror. They admired the sight. They could see themselves standing next to each other, both with big grins on their faces as Melissa was grasping Jim’s stiff dick.

Jim had to admit that his cock did actually look impressive. It was jutting out quite boldly, pointing proudly toward the reflection and even well over the bathroom sink. It even looked rather large in contrast to Missy’s petite feminine hand.

They both smiled at the sight they made. Jim with his pants down, his dick jutting out, Melissa standing next to him, almost at attention and so much shorter than him, stroking his stiff dick, moving her fist up and down the shaft. Jim would have liked to be holding her and kissing her (and fondling her, but that was still out of the question), while she jerked him off, but there was also something to be said for watching her do it to him in the mirror. It was like they were voyeurs of their own sexual play. Jim, however, at least put his left arm around her waist and pulled her tight against him. He had to frankly use his other hand to steady himself, as his level of excitement was building rapidly with her tugging.

Melissa liked the view as well. In her entire field of vision she could see the boldness and swelling of his hard cock and the increasing excitement on his face, as well as her hand pulling, tugging, and jerking him and the joy and excitement on her own face. She put more urgency and force into her handling of him. She jerked him in a manner she figured boys did when they did it to themselves. “I’m jerking you off, aren’t I Jimmy,” she said breathlessly.

He was frankly out of breath. He was leaning forward somewhat, bracing himself with his right hand. His eyes were at best half open. He was trying to make this last as long as possible. He would have liked it to go on for quite some time, to enjoy it for hours, as well as to avoid embarrassing himself by coming so quickly.

But, the pleasure was too intense. The feel of her hand was too powerful, and the sight of her delight at bringing him off with her sweet little hand was too erotic.

“Is Pogo going to make a big mess?” Melissa asked with an angelically innocent voice.

“Oh man!” he exclaimed as he felt the pressure build in his loins and then surge through him, up his cock, and explode into the air. Blasts of cum started shooting from his cock.

“Wow!” Melissa exclaimed. She was indeed very impressed. “Look at it Jimmy!” she yelled. She didn’t realize that it would come out with such force and power. The first blast shot across the sink and hit with a loud splat on the mirror. She quickly pulled up on his cock, though still jerking hard on it, to aim it even higher.

She heard Jim gasping and moaning but her eyes were now fixed on the reflected sight of his dick spurting wads of cum all over the mirror. She giggled with delight at her new toy. It was like she was using “Boner” as a sort of a squirt gun, blasting away at their reflections in the mirror. It even seemed to have a backfire. She could feel it pulse as a new blast coursed through his cock and then twitch as the cum exploded out the tip.

The last few spurts though fell considerably short of the mirror and it seemed, to her at least, fortunate that she was aiming him over the sink. The last few gushes fell harmlessly on marble and porcelain. Easily cleaned, with the sink, soap, and washcloth all readily available. She squeezed and tugged on his slackening cock to get the remaining drops to fall into the sink, giggling at the thought that she was milking the last few drips from the cow or, more accurately, the bull.

She playfully scolded him like a disappointed mother. “My goodness, James, you made quite the mess. What am I going to do with such a boy.” She turned on the faucet, picked up a clean hand cloth, and wiped up the mess on the counter and in the sink. “Look at all of this,” continuing her portrayal of the frustrated mom. “What is a girl to do with such a Pogo. You squirted your stuff all over the place.”

Jim smiled through his exhausted blissfulness. “Well, I wasn’t the one doing the aiming.”

She turned to him, shook the wash cloth in his face, and said, “Don’t you try to put the blame for this on me. You know what Pogo did. Now, you put it away before it causes any more trouble.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, enjoying the game.

“James, look!” Melissa pointed to her reflection in the mirror. “Pogo even squirted all over my face.” If one stood correctly, and Jim had to move a bit to get the same effect, it did look like she had a few splats on her face, now dripping down along the smooth surface of the mirror. Jim had to laugh at that. In fact, he found it to be a rather sexy illusion.

“But,” she added, “I shouldn’t complain, you got some on your face too. In fact, you’re shirt is covered in it.” He did look, but Jim wasn’t quite so interested in that illusion. He quickly chipped in to help clean up that particular part of the mirror, and they both carefully washed the wash cloths, being sure not to leave any of the evidence behind.

Jim was subsequently true to his word that he didn’t tell any of his friends about what they had done, and what she had done in particular. He didn’t even tell Joey. Melissa, however, was a different story. It might in fact be an interesting question to study. Boys have this reputation for spreading rumors and stories about how far they went with certain girls, but in this case, and perhaps in many actual cases, it was the girls who learned about all the actual details of what really happened.

Melissa was in fact dying to tell her friends about it. My goodness, she had seen, touched, smelled (she didn’t tell them about that), and even played with a naked erect penis. She had made it cum all over the bathroom mirror. Her friends were ecstatic, even jealous, and certainly wanted to hear all of the juicy details.

Melissa didn’t feel that she was betraying any trust or confidence with Jim. She, of course, swore her friends to secrecy (although one really shouldn’t believe that a confidence that was in fact betrayed would itself be held in confidence) but, more importantly, she didn’t really think Jim would mind. And, she made sure that she exaggerated how big he was. He might even appreciate that. Jim did in fact notice that Melissa’s girlfriends would at times now give him a rather funny, curious smile.

Melissa’s friends though wanted her to go further. They had all sorts of questions that she didn’t have an answer for. For example, what did the cum feel like? Was it sticky? Was it slimy? Was it stinky? What did it taste like? They squealed with laughter, among exclamations of “Eeeeeew,” at that question. They agreed (not honestly) that they really didn’t want to know the answer to that. But, they were certainly curious if Melissa was intending to “go all the way” with Jim.

She was adamant that she was not. She was saving herself for marriage. She said that she and Jim had talked about this quite openly and that he was fully respectful of her wishes. The girls were doubtful about this, but Jim did seem like a real honest, straight guy. Feelings of jealousy emerged once again.

“But, it’s not like you’re not already having sex with Jim,” Patty protested.

Melissa disagreed. “This isn’t like real sex.”

They all laughed at that. Even a past President of the United States hadn’t gotten away with that. As Patty asked, rhetorically, “Jerking a guy off, playing with his naked boner till he pops all over the mirror is not sex?”

Torrey added, “If it’s not sex then why not tell your parents about it?”

Melissa felt that she had a good answer to all of their questions. “There is a big difference between going all the way and playing with his thing.” They had to agree with that. The wedding night would still be special if all that they had done up until that time was a hand job. “And, no, I won’t tell my parents about it, but that’s not the point. I don’t tell my parents about lots of things that have nothing to do with sex. I’m old enough to make up my own mind about what I want to do, and that’s why I won’t tell them about what we’re doing.”

Her friends though did still feel that it was sex. It was at least a lot more sex than they had done. It sure seemed like a big deal to them. But, they didn’t push the argument. They knew that they wanted to do the same things, and were frankly happy that Melissa was blazing the trail. With Melissa doing it and talking so openly about it, it made it easier for them to take the next step with their own boyfriends.

– – – – – – – – – – – – –

And, plenty of opportunities always seem to arise. The next Friday night they were at a theater watching a teen romantic comedy starring Emilio Estevez and Molly Ringwald. It was all about how Emilio and Molly were both virgins and wanted to do it, but somehow something always seemed to interrupt them. Actually, Molly was very ambivalent about it herself. Emilio had to do a lot of convincing and just when she was about to say yes, something would go wrong (e.g., one time her parents came home too early when they were in her bedroom, another time it started to rain when they were in the park, and a third time the police arrived when they were parking).

Melissa and James were the only ones at the back of the theater. The student theater group apparently thought this was a cult classic, but clearly it was not. In any case, the parallels between the movie characters and their own lives did not go unnoticed by either of them, and it didn’t help (or perhaps it did) that both of them found the respective characters awfully attractive. By the time they were halfway through the movie it seemed only right to Melissa to snuggle up to Jim (as best one could in theater seating). She turned a bit toward him, wrapped her left hand around his arm, and placed her right hand right in his lap.

As they watched Emilio and Molly flirt and fumble through their budding sexuality, Melissa lightly stroked her fingers up and down Jim’s growing erection.

Jim slid down a bit in his seat to give her more room, as well to be in a more comfortable position. He was enjoying this a lot, for all the obvious reasons. He would never tire of feeling Melissa’s sweet fingers dancing along his erection, but it added a layer of excitement to be doing it at the back of a movie theater.

He didn’t think that they were really in any danger of getting caught. There weren’t many other people there, those that were there had no reason to turn around, and, even if they did, they couldn’t possibly tell what was going on. In addition, anybody entering the theater had to do so from the middle of the theater, and Jim or Melissa would see anyone coming up the aisle. Jim supposed that it was conceivable that someone could look out the projection booth that was above and behind them, but that just seemed like a pretty remote possibility. No, it was best to just sit back and enjoy the shows. Besides, the added spice of danger made it even more titillating.

Melissa raised the stakes a bit during the scene in which Emilio is watching Molly get dressed. He was suppose to help her sneak out of her bedroom window so that they could go to a party at the lake (where they would eventually get soaked by rain). He got there earlier than she had anticipated. When he arrived, she was changing out of her pajamas and into a blouse and jeans. The camera alternated between shots of Molly Ringwald in her bra and panties, and the face of Emilio at the window.

The camera did not go down to Emilio’s waist, but Melissa and Jim would not have been surprised if his hand was doing something. Melissa’s hand was sure busy. Just as Molly was pulling down the bottoms of her PJs, Melissa slid down Jim’s zipper. It made a bit of noise, which she covered up by pretending to have a momentary coughing fit. They quietly laughed when someone toward the front of the theater shushed them.

When his zipper was down Melissa reached in to lightly caress his cock through his briefs, his very clearly stiff cock. It was quite a nice combination for Jim: watching Molly Ringwald walk around in panties and bra, while his girlfriend played with his erection inside his pants. When Molly was turning left and right in front of the mirror, checking to see how well her bra fit, Melissa gave him some extra squeezes on the head of his dick. Jim pushed out his hips to encourage her to do even more.

She was happy to oblige.

His briefs were rather tight and didn’t allow much room for her to get a good grip or feel of his cock. Unfortunately (or, actually, fortunately) he was wearing briefs with the horizontal flap. A vertical flap was good for facilitating the effort of someone to reach in but not to get him out. Jim much preferred the horizontal flaps, as it was easier to extricate his penis. In fact, as Melissa reached into the flap to actually grab hold of his cock, it just popped right out.

It shocked them both. They both quickly looked around to double check that nobody was looking or could in fact see them. Melissa then quietly giggled and whispered to Jim as she wrapped her feminine, soft hand around his stiffness, “I guess Pogo wants to see Molly too.”

However, it was too late by then for Pogo to see anything. By that time Molly was struggling out of the bedroom window to go to the party. Pogo, however, was probably still plenty happy to be out in the open. Jim’s heart was in fact racing. He could now understand the excitement of exhibitionism. When he was younger, he and his friends used to play a game at night in which they had to work their way around the back of the yard while someone sat in the middle with a powerful flashlight trying to identify each one (the called it, “Prison”). The clothes you were wearing were the typical means of identification, and so a good way to fool the person with the light was to change clothes. One time though they even did it naked. He had to admit that it was kind of exciting to be out of doors, naked, trying to avoid being seen by a searchlight but actually enjoying that he might in fact be seen, naked.

Now he was in a public theater and Melissa was giving him a hand job, and a rather nice one at that. It was quite a treat to be switching between the sight of Molly on the screen and his cock in the hand of Melissa. In fact, the excitement was so intense he was not at all sure that he would be able to last real long.

She whispered in his ear, “Do you want me to make Pogo squirt?”

Her talking about it like that didn’t help his endurance. He grabbed hold of her wrist. He was feeling awfully close. “Wait, wait,” he quietly gasped. He knew that any talking was a bit risky. Persons might become curious as to what the talking was all about. But, he did want to stop her, at least for a bit, while he regained self-control.

He wondered if perhaps they should try the popcorn box trick. An urban legend he had heard from his friends was of a guy who stuck his erect cock through the bottom of a popcorn box that his girlfriend was eating out of. It was a nice surprise, for both of them, when she felt the head of his erection. It was a much more pleasant prize than what she had gotten earlier in her Cracker Jack box. The box would help hide Pogo from any prying eyes, and would collect effectively a lot of the mess. However, he did wonder how true that story really was. He wondered, for example, if all that salt might be a problem. But, it was a moot point, as they had no such box.

As he was mulling this over, Melissa had let go of his shaft with her clenched fist, and was now more lightly just drawing her fingers up and down the stem, as well as around and around the soft purple ball of his swollen head. This was still plenty arousing, but it was at least not so intense as to force the issue. He decided to just let her play out her plan in any way she wanted.

Melissa, though, had no clear plan. Frankly, she hadn’t planned on his dick popping out through his briefs. Once it was out though, she had no real interest in putting it back in. She did always enjoying playing with his Pogo stick and didn’t really want to stop now. It was kind of fun watching Molly flirting with Emilio, who was quite the hunk, while she was caressing the stiff, naked dick of her boyfriend. She would be embarrassed to admit it, but a couple of the times she did fantasize that she was in fact Molly’s character in the movie and it was Emilio Estevez’s erection in her hand. Imagine beating off Emilio. The thought of doing that motivated her to give a little extra squeeze on the bulb of Jimmy’s cock. She knew that it might be a problem if Jimmy came in the theater, but perhaps as long as he kept warning her when he was about to cum, they could avoid any accidents.

The next scene, however, didn’t help. Emilio and Molly were necking on a couch. Molly was babysitting for the Bedfords, a neighbor. She had put the baby to bed and Emilio had come over “to watch a movie.” It quickly degenerated, or perhaps escalated, into an evening of making out.

Their kissing was quite passionate, but Molly kept pushing Emilio’s hand away as he tried to cop a feel. Molly was protesting that this wasn’t the right time and they might wake the baby. Emilio, though, was persistent, and he eventually had her blouse open. James was again enjoying another nice view of the actress Molly Ringwald in a teenage bra. Actually, this bra was a bit more sexy than that. She must have been expecting to go this far with Emilio? In any case, her titties looked really cute.

It was also rather hot for Melissa. She was imagining Emilio exploring her own young breasts. Just the thought of this was really exciting, and in fact she was watching him do it as she was playing with his, or Jimmy’s, erect cock. She wondered if perhaps she should let Jimmy touch her there, on her breasts, just as Emilio was now doing with Molly, through her bra. She found herself trying to convince Molly to let him go further, yet she wouldn’t even let Jimmy touch her there. ‘My goodness,’ she thought, ‘Why not let him at least touch your naked boobies, you’ve got his penis in your hand!’ Actually, that wasn’t true; she was just getting herself and Molly confused. In any case, she soon appreciated her inconsistency, as well as the wetness and warmth building between her legs. She squirmed a bit in her seat, and gripped hard on Jimmy’s cock.

She knew that they really shouldn’t do anything like that in the theater. Gracious, what if an usher discovered them? His hand on her breasts would be readily apparent to anyone walking up the aisle, or even just looking back.

Emilio appealed to Molly, “C’mon Claire [that was her character’s name], he won’t wake up. It’ll be okay.”

“No, no, Andy [his character’s name], I’m not ready yet.”

“But, it’s so hard for me.” Everyone in the theater knew what he meant. “Can’t you at least, you know, take care of me?”

Molly looked down at what he was evidently talking about. The camera, however, stayed above the waist.

“Well, you won’t tell anyone, will you?”

Melissa and Jimmy both chuckled at that remark. It certainly rang a bell. Melissa also felt better, knowing that, at least in that regard, she was going farther than Molly was (as yet) willing to do.

“Of course not, Claire. You know me better than that. Here, let me get it out for you.” Emilio unzipped and pulled down his pants (off camera).

A smile crossed Molly’s lips as she looked down off screen. She did want to go farther. She tentatively reached out with her hand, but, just then, the lights from a car swept across the room as it pulled into the driveway. “Oh my!” squealed Molly, causing the baby to wake and cry, “The Bedfords!” She yelled at Emilio as she began buttoning up her blouse, “Quick, get out of here.” Everyone in the theater laughed as the camera followed Emilio from behind, stumbling as he was trying to pull up has pants (he was apparently still wearing his boxers) as he hurriedly made his way to the back door.

The moment of mirth provided Jim with a period of time to again regain his composure. Melissa had even let go of him as she was laughing at the comical sight of Emilio, apparently he was even having some sort of difficulty zipping up as he was crashing through the back door. Melissa leaned over to Jim, firmly grasped the very tip of his erect cock with just her thumb and forefinger, and, while she made large circles in the air with the tip of his dick, she whispered, “At least you’re not that frustrated with me!”

Jim turned his head toward her, affectionately laid his left hand on her cheek, brought her face closer to him, and whispered back, “I’m not at all frustrated with you.” He then gave her a deep, prolonged kiss as Melissa slid the tips of her fingers up and down the stem of his exposed cock. Anybody looking toward the back of the theater would see them kissing, but that type of behavior was certainly normative for the darker corners of a theater.

The problems though grew worse and worse for Emilio and Molly and, with each frustrating interruption, Jim had to whisper “Wait!” or “Stop!” to Melissa to avoid going over the edge. Melissa did not always succeed in stifling a giggle at repeatedly taking Jim to the edge. She wasn’t doing this purposely to tease or frustrate him. He would eventually be taken care of. It was cute though to see him get so worked up that if she in fact just squeezed or stroked him one more time he would explode all over the place. She imagined that it would probably squirt all the way over the back of the seat in front of them, maybe even more than one row. That would be kind of cool to watch.

The next scene in the movie was particularly provocative. Emilio and Molly were parking on the top of a hill, overlooking the town, Shermer (Illinois). By this point, Molly had decided that she wanted to go farther with Emilio. She had a special plan in mind that she had talked over with her girlfriends beforehand. They had tried to talk her out of it, as no good girl would do something like that, and she certainly risked getting a bad reputation. What if he dumped her? She would probably then be hounded by every scum bag in the school, looking to get from her what she gave to Andy.

It didn’t even take long for her to get around to it, although it wasn’t clear if a lot of time had in fact passed. The movie editing was not clear in that regard. In any case, as they were kissing in the front seat it was very clear where her hand us, and probably what she was doing with it. You could even see motion in her upper arm that was giving it away, rather unusual for such a movie. His own hand was under her sweater, and it was not at all unclear what this hand was doing as well. Emilio was breathlessly whispering, “Claire, Claire,” through their passionate kisses.

By this point, Melissa’s hand was again gripping tightly onto Jim’s cock. She could not help herself from firmly stroking up and down his shaft as she watched Molly’s own hand work on Emilio’s cock. It would perhaps be even better if they were as well joined in a passionate kiss, but then they wouldn’t be able to see what was going on in the movie. Jim’s right hand was on Melissa’s thigh. He was being careful not to try to get away with anything, but he was at least firmly gripping her thigh as his heart beat faster and faster with his increasing arousal, and with the increasing speed of Melissa’s pumping hand.

They could hear giggles throughout the theater at the sight of Molly so obviously giving Emilio a hand job on the giant movie screen. However, the crowd hushed in silence when they saw her break their kiss and slowly move her head down into his lap, out of the view of the camera. “No way!” someone in the dark could not help but exclaim, and many in the crowd released a nervous laughter. Nobody was expecting that, at least in this movie.

Melissa almost doubled the speed of her jerking as Molly’s head went down. Jim’s eyes widened with the disappearance of Molly’s head and the feel of Melissa’s hand. He no longer wanted to tell her to wait or to stop. He wanted to just let it go.

And, then, Melissa’s own head disappeared behind the movie seats as she likewise lowered her face down into Jim’s lap. She was inspired by the decision of Molly, and by her own excitement. She wanted to feel what it would be like to have Jim’s cock in her mouth; to actually take a boy into her mouth. To give him a blow job. If Molly Ringwald would do it, well, she certainly could do it as well.

As soon as her lips reached the head of his cock, she knew it was the correct decision. It felt so good on her lips, so right. It was such a strong, manly cock. She wanted so very much to kiss it, to make love to it, to take it in her mouth, to lick it and suck on it. She opened her lips and went down further, drawing the head through her soft, kissable lips and into her mouth, applying her tongue to the smooth, soft skin of his crown as it slowly entered inside.

She did not, however, have long to savor the feel of his cock inside her mouth, for as soon as her tongue began to lick and lap on the head of his dick, he went over the edge and his orgasm erupted forth. Jim had already been on the breaking point, and with the first time feel of Melissa’s lips on his dick, he couldn’t help himself. “Missy,” Jim tried to warn, but it was a weak and belated whisper. Gushes of built up cum burst from his dick into her mouth.

She was at first shocked. She was planning on taking him all the way. She wanted him to cum in her mouth. She wanted to see what it would be like, to take her man this way, to discover what he would taste like. But, she hadn’t expected it to happen this quickly. Her eyes widened in surprise as the initial blast splashed against her tongue, and then repeated gushes of gobs of hot, sticky, wet cum continued to burst forth, quickly filling up her mouth.

She at first gagged a bit, as her initial instinct was to quickly swallow the juice down but she discovered that this wasn’t so easy, as it was so thick and viscous. But, she didn’t want to remove her mouth, partly because she knew he would make an embarrassing mess on his pants but also because she wanted to do it right the first time, to take it all. So, she kept a firm grip with her lips and willingly, happily, received his continued blasts of jism into her mouth, even encouraging him to do more by still firmly stroking the stem of his cock with her right hand as he coated the insides of her cheeks, tongue, and gums with his sticky, slimy goo.

With the first explosion Jim closed his eyes, squeezed hard on her thigh with his right hand and gently placed his left hand on the back of her head, not to hold her down, but to express as much affection and appreciation he could with the touch of his fingers. This felt so good. He did not imagine that she would in fact ever do this, at least for quite a long period of time, perhaps not even until they got married. He was completely caught by surprise and by the intensity of the pleasure. There was something so intense, so intimate, to feel the inside of her mouth with the head of his cock: the soft wetness of the inside of her cheek, the occasional hardness of her teeth, and the affectionate caresses of her tongue; and now, he was actually cumming inside her mouth. She was really letting him do that, letting him shoot his jism into her mouth, tasting his cum with her tongue, perhaps even swallowing his stuff. She was so very good to him. If only she would let him return the favor. He really could not imagine how he could repay her for this.

When he was done, she carefully squeezed his cock, milking him dry, and slid her lips up and off, being careful to keep her lips closed so she would not spill any of his jism into his lap. She raised her head up and looked at him deeply. She now wondered how he felt about her. Did he think less of her for doing this? She recalled the reputation of some girls who did that sort of thing, Pamela in particular.

He moved to kiss her, but she quickly shook her head and pulled away. She reached for her cola and sucked some large gulps through her straw. She still had a lot to wash down. She leaned over a bit, her face reddening in embarrassment at what she had done, again wondering what he was thinking.

Jim was himself now busy cleaning himself off with a napkin, returning his penis into his briefs, and zipping back up.

When they were both finished he reached for her and pulled her to him. She hesitated, self-consciously aware of the taste and smell on her lips. But, he kissed her deeply. Yes, he could still taste his cum on her lips, but he did not mind. He even poked his tongue into her mouth. Not really to French kiss. This was not a time for a passionate kiss. Frankly, his level of passion was now pretty low. No, this was more of a kiss of affection, warmth, and love, and his tongue was to let her know how much he appreciated what she had done, how much he cared for her.

When the kiss was over, he whispered, “You’re so good to me. Tell me what I can do for you.”

She didn’t really know what to say. She just hugged him. Someday she would want him to do the same for her, but not yet. Having any real sex had to wait until they were married.

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Melissa did not tell her friends that she was now performing oral sex for Jim. She was still worried about getting a bad reputation. It wasn’t easy lying though. They always wanted to know the juicy details, especially the details regarding the juice. Where did he squirt this time? How did she clean it up? Wasn’t it at all disgusting? When will she actually taste it? But, that last question always seemed to end with some squeals of revulsion from the other girls. Melissa would just smile knowingly, smiling to herself. She knew that behind their exclamations of disgust at even the thought of it, they probably wanted to do it themselves.

She was also glad that Jim apparently hadn’t told anyone. It wasn’t that she was ashamed to be doing things like that, it’s just that she knew of the mean gossip about girls at the college (e.g., gossip about Pamela, who was apparently doing it, perhaps for quite a lot of guys). She did not herself encourage, support, or further spread this malicious gossip. In fact, whenever it came her way she was quite forthright in her disapproval; not of the oral sex, but of the mean-spirited gossip. Perhaps it was cowardly, though, for her not to respond by saying, “Well, so do I! I’ve done it and I don’t care what you or anybody else thinks.” But, well, she just didn’t want to get caught up in that sort of thing.

In any case, it made her like Jim all the more to realize that he did respect her, that he wasn’t telling anybody about it. She knew that she would have been able to tell if he had. She figured that she would be able to tell by the looks on the faces of his friends, or might even get wind of it through somebody who knew somebody who knew some friend of Jim’s. And, nothing like that turned up. Besides, she could read it in his eyes if he had told anyone.

If asked, Melissa would even have to admit that she was really getting to like it. She particularly liked it when he started off completely soft and limp. That was not in fact easy. As soon as the topic of sex would come up, so would he. Just undoing his pants would get him hard. There was one time though after they had been swimming. His thing always seemed to get real small when he was swimming. She liked to tease him about that. She would refer to it as his “pee-pee,” “wee-wee,” or “dinkie.” He didn’t seem to share in this humor, but he was a good sport, particularly if she ended all of the jokes with an effort to make him larger.

She liked putting it entirely into her mouth when he was all that little, and then suckle on it like it was a big pacifier. She would look up at him with her large hazel eyes, give him a big pout, and ask, keeping his penis as much as possible in her mouth as she spoke, “Can I pleasth have somthng to drinthk?” She would then enjoy how he slowly enlarged right inside of her mouth, expanding with the caressing of her tongue, the massaging of her lips, and the sucking of her mouth, eventually growing to the point that she could no longer keep it all in. The contrast from the tiny limp peanut to the hard long cock was always impressive.

The Emilio and Molly movie, however, did stay with them. It made them think. Molly and Emilio did eventually go all the way. It finally happened when they were least expecting it, when they hadn’t actually planned for it or tried to make it happen. In fact, they had momentarily broken up, not really because she wouldn’t do it, but all the pressure and frustration that was associated with the continued discussion, ambivalence, and failure eventually took its toll and they had a big fight (the fight wasn’t even about sex). But, true love finds a way, and when they accidentally bumped into each other at the library, they just did it spontaneously, right behind the romance languages stacks.

Both Jim and Melissa had to admit to feeling jealous. Feeling jealous about a relationship that did not in fact exist did not make a lot of sense, but they did want to consummate their relationship, to make love in that special, intimate way. Heck, to this day, Melissa had not let Jim get under her clothes or even feel her breasts through them, let alone put his erect penis inside her vagina. Jim though fully respected this. He knew well that if they gave into temptation there would be a very good chance that she would have doubts and regrets later on, and once you did it there was no undoing it, there was no going back.

In fact, though, it was becoming the case that Melissa was more jealous of Molly than Jim was of Emilio. He was enjoying their sex life immensely. It wasn’t like she wasn’t taking care of him. On the contrary, she was amazingly creative in what she did with her hands and now with her mouth. He continually offered to do the same for her, but she kept saying no. She would herself get very, very aroused while they were kissing, while she was playing with him, taking care of him, but she didn’t want to really have sex yet herself.

She did of course continue to play with herself. She would at times even play with herself while performing oral sex on him, or even when she was using her hands. She found it easier though to play with herself during oral sex, as at least one hand, if not both, was entirely free for “other activities.” In fact, this was one reason that she at times preferred to do it with her mouth than with her hand. And, a number of times she diddled herself to orgasm, right in the presence of Jim. The first few times it happened she was a bit embarrassed. But, he would reassure her. In fact, he made it clear that she looked all the more sexy when she was getting excited. There was even one time when he came in her mouth just when her own orgasm was exploding. That was one of the best ones ever.

She lost so much control of herself that her mouth slipped off his penis and a good part of his sperm splashed all over her lips, nose, and cheeks. She wasn’t ever planning on doing that. Jim had never asked to cum on her face, and it hadn’t crossed her mind to suggest it herself. It just happened accidentally, but at the time it was actually really neat. She enjoyed feeling his spray lash over her face, the hot wet wads splashing against her as waves of orgasmic pleasure swept through her body. She twitched and spasmed with her orgasm as gobs of cum, in a comparable rhythm, splatting on her face. When he finished she just lied there, breathing deeply, smelling the fresh scent of his cum, feeling the warm liquid drip down her cheeks, and licking the salty goo from her lips with a satisfied blissfulness.

But, she had to admit that she was still jealous of Molly. If only there was a way to experience intercourse without actually having sexual intercourse, without actually doing it.

Jim did have an idea. He had been thinking about it for awhile. It was, though, rather unusual, perhaps even radical, at least it seemed that way to him. He was very hesitant to even bring it up. But, one night, finally, he did. It was perhaps a good night to at least mention the possibility. They were alone in her parents’ house, at least alone enough. Her parents were gone for an evening of bridge. Timmy was downstairs watching TV. Melissa was up for something special, something new, but, still, nothing that actually involved going all the way, nothing that was actually really doing it.

They were sitting on Melissa’s bed. The bedroom door was closed. She was wearing a green plaid skirt, a long-sleeve beige blouse with a frilly collar and bow, and white socks. “I have a thought,” Jim suggested, quite tentatively.

“Oh say, yes, what?!” Melissa asked. She had been sitting across the bed from him, but now got up on her hands and knees, facing him, a gay and excited expression on her face.

“Well, there is another place I could put it that wouldn’t be in your, you know, your, um,” he said in a whisper, “your vagina.”

Melissa sat back on her haunches, looking a bit confused and quizzical. “Like where?” She didn’t understand what he meant.

Jim was uncomfortable about saying it right out loud. He even regretted bringing it up. She might think that he was some sort of a pervert.

Melissa pondered Jim’s suggestion. She felt like he was playing some sort of guessing game. If not her vagina, then where? He certainly didn’t mean her mouth. He was putting it there all the time now. What would be left?

Her eyes widened as she realized what he must mean. She looked at him with shock. Her face reddened as she imagined it. She would never have thought of something like that. She was even surprised that he had. Her hands went to her mouth, and she spoke through her fingers, “Jimmy, you don’t really mean there, do you?”

Jim wasn’t at all sure that she got his intention, as she wasn’t saying it either. But, based on her reaction, he figured she must have figured it out. He briefly considered just taking it back, but now that it was out there, perhaps it was best to just see it through to the end, hopefully hers, but he doubted that she would agree to it.

“Well, yes, Missy. I mean, it’s not like it’s real sex when you do it there. You would still be a virgin and everything.”

“But, it’s so dirty back there. Jimmy, I mean, you know.” It was her turn to speak in a whisper, as if her parents, or somebody else, were just outside the room and could hear her. “That’s where I poop, silly.”

Jim turned his face away. He was too embarrassed, ashamed, to look directly at her. She did think it was perverted.

Melissa also looked down, feeling very apprehensive at just the thought of him actually sticking his penis in her butt. “Oh Jimmy, I just don’t know.” She fiddled with the coverlet as she thought about it.

Jim attempted to abandon the whole subject, “Yea, I know, it was a stupid idea. I’m sorry I brought it up.”

Melissa, however, was still thinking about it. Putting it there would be real close to doing it. He would actually be putting it inside her. It would be just like doing it, but not actually doing it. It was a lot closer to doing it than oral stuff. She did, however, raise another concern. “But, will it really fit there? I mean, you’re awfully big and it’s not like my bottom could take something like that.”

Jim knew that he really wasn’t particularly big and many, many women must have done this already before with penises much bigger than his. He didn’t, however, want to dissuade her of the idea that he wasn’t especially large. He approached the argument in another way, “You must have had poops that were bigger than my thing.”

“Jimmy!” Melissa protested. She wasn’t about to talk to him about the size of her BMs, and couldn’t believe that he actually even brought it up. ‘My goodness, is that what boys talk about?’ She covered her face with her hands. But, as she thought about it, he was right. Sometimes, after a particularly big meal, she had pushed out ones that were pretty close to his size. She embarrassed herself realizing that she did always look afterward. Well, she will concede this argument to him, just to be able to change the subject. She went back to her first concern. “But, don’t you think it’s too dirty there?”

Jim was surprised, and encouraged, that she hadn’t just slammed the door shut on the possibility and was actually considering it. He felt somewhat emboldened. “No, not really. Lots of people do it that way. And, besides, you won’t have to worry about getting pregnant.”

She brought her hands down. She felt that was a pretty good point. But, she just couldn’t get over the dirty part. “Jimmy, you’re going to get stuff all over it.”

“No, no, not really, maybe, just a little, but I can clean up afterward. I could also wear protection, you know, and, well, I mean, have you already done it today?”

“Oh my gosh!” Her hands returned to her face, now blushing quite deeply. He now wanted to talk about her going to the bathroom today?! But, she did understand the importance of the question. And, besides, they were now adults. They needed to address these things as mature adults. Mature adults should be able to talk about bathroom stuff, and certainly couples as intimate as them. She did, however, keep her hands covering her face as she told him. “Yes, I have.” She wouldn’t expect to have to go again, at least a “number 2,” for a good many hours.

Jim chuckled at her evident embarrassment. There was something endearing about her fluster over talking about this. He could feel his cock swelling as he thought about putting it in her bottom. “Well,” he said quietly, “Let’s do it then.”

She wasn’t yet though willing to just do it. “But what if it hurts? I mean, the first time a girl does it the normal way it can really hurt. Don’t you think it will be even tighter there?”

Jim had an answer for that as well. “We can use some lubrication and, if it does hurt, we will definitely stop. Even if you find it too uncomfortable, we can stop. But, we can use your hand lotion. That made it pretty darn slippery the other night.” Melissa had tried spreading lots of hand lotion all over Jimmy’s cock a few nights ago, and they both really enjoyed it. She could really pump him fast and hard with the lubrication, and her hand felt so much more intense to him with all the moisture and slipperiness. She said afterward that he seemed to shoot the farthest up in the air than she had ever seen before.

“Geeeez,” Melissa groaned. She was getting all excited, yet very nervous, with the thought that they might actually do this. But, she did want to try. There was no denying that.

She got off the bed and retrieved her hand lotion, not making any eye contact with Jimmy as she still felt quite self-conscious about this. Her heart was pounding with nervousness.

Jim’s heart was pounding as well, but with excitement. His eyes were wide as he watched her cross the room to retrieve her lotion from the vanity table. His cock was now rock hard in anticipation.

She brought the lotion to the bed. “Okay,” she said, “You’ve got to take your clothes off.” The last time they used the lotion it was clear that it was better if all of his clothes were off. The lotion, coupled with the cum, could make quite a mess.

This was not, however, any deterrent for Jim. He liked getting naked for Melissa. He didn’t even mind that she wouldn’t take off her own clothes. In fact, there was something rather erotic about being a naked male with a clothed female. It was like you were her sex toy, and being Melissa’s sex toy was far from unpleasant. He stood up and quickly stripped off his clothes.

When he was naked he did feel a bit self-conscious about standing there on her bed with a big ole stiffy jutting out, although also a bit proud as well. He could see that she enjoyed looking at it. Her own nervous self-consciousness had been replaced with an equally big grin.

“I guess this plan has gotten Pogo all excited,” she observed.

“Well, he is an agreeable sort of guy, willing to give it the ole college try.”

“Oh, I think he would be willing to try just about anything.” Melissa climbed up onto the bed. “Why don’t sit down here next to me so I can get him ready.”

Jim gladly complied. He plopped down onto the bed, sitting back, his erect cock sticking up from his body. He felt like he was at some sort of professional massage parlor, receiving the ministrations of a pretty maid. Actually, this image was rather mixed up in his head and, besides, the reality was pretty darn good as well.

Melissa squeezed out a large gob of lotion into the palm of her right hand and carefully grasped the stem of his cock to stroke and massage it into his skin.

Jim’s eyes fell shut and his head fell backward as he relished the feel of her slippery, warm, and wet hand.

It didn’t take long for him to get him to his firmest state. In fact, he would have been happy just to let her continue on and bring him off this way, it felt so good. Melissa as well would have enjoyed it. She liked to make him cum and see him shoot his stuff way up into the air, it was like she was priming a big, hard pump that eventually exploded like a geyser. But, both of them were also primed to try something new, very new.

“Okay,” she said, “I think you’re ready.” She demurely got up on her knees, reached under her skirt, and grasped her panties.

As soon as her fingers curled around her panties she looked at him shyly. “You don’t have to watch me do this, you know.”

Jim had hold of his cock, keeping it stiff, as well as enjoying the pleasure of handling himself while he watched Melissa remove her panties. “But, I’ve never actually seen you take off your panties, you know.”

That was true, and the reality of that made her even more self-conscious. She was the one to look away, finding it difficult having him stare at her so intently, so lustfully, while she pulled down her panties. She said quietly, “You know I don’t want to show you anything under my dress. At least, not yet.”

“That’s okay,” he replied. At this point in time, it was plenty exciting enough just to watch her slide her panties down her thighs, lean to the side as she slid them over her knees, and then pull them down her calves, over her ankles, and off her feet. He followed the sight of her white, cotton panties as she carefully laid them to the side. He thought, ‘Those are actually the panties that she had just been wearing.’ He resisted an urge to pick them up, to feel them, to feel them against his own hard, stiff cock. He squeezed even harder.

Melissa looked at his face again once she had laid down her panties. “Don’t stare at them, Jimmy. Geeeez,” she complained. But, she knew she was also enjoying this. She liked making him all excited, and she could feel her own little heart pounding so fast, her breathing so quick.

She sat back on her haunches, her hands placed demurely in her lap. “Okay,” she said, “What do we do now?”

Jim hesitated a moment, lost in the realization that she was now sitting in front of him with no panties on. If she just lifted her skirt, he could see that swell little pussy that she kept so carefully hidden, from touch and from view. He could feel his excitement and tension rising with anticipation. “Yes, well, you can get on your hands and knees,” just saying this was making his heart pound, “and I will get up behind you.”

Melissa scowled at that suggestion. “Um, but, uh, Jimmy, if I do that you’re going to raise my skirt up, and you would be able to see my, you know, like, um,” her voice trailed off softer, “everything.” She looked down and blushed.

He had to admit that would be a problem, at least if she wanted to keep her pussy and bottom out of sight. There was really no way he could do it from behind without seeing her.

He could lie about it. He could tell her that he couldn’t see anything. But, he wasn’t about to lie to her, just to get into her butt. “You’re right,” he said glumly.

Melissa though had the solution. “I know,” she gleefully suggested. “Here, you lie down and I will sit on it.” That was in fact a great solution, in many respects. “That way too I can pull back if it hurts, or something.”

“Sure, great,” Jim agreed. He fell back onto the bed, brought his legs close together to give her room, and grasped his cock to aim it straight up in the air to provide a good target for her landing.

Melissa giggled as she got into position: sitting on her knees, one on each side of him, her bottom directly over Jim’s stiff, taught weapon. Her skirt was safely draped over her thighs, hanging almost to her knees. Her modesty was duly protected.

Melissa furrowed her brow in concentration as she slowly lowered herself down onto Jim’s spear. As she did so she reached underneath her skirt with her right hand to help mark and steady the position of Jim’s cock. Jim let go as soon as she grasped hold. She used her left hand to steady herself. Jim lightly held her by the thighs to help as well.

When the cheeks of her little bottom first touched the soft head of Jim’s cock she hesitated. She said in a nervous, squeamish voice, “Oh my gosh, here goes.” She then dropped further, letting the head slip in between the soft cheeks.

That felt considerably erotic, to the both of them. She put off the insertion a bit to enjoy the feel of the head of his cock sliding around and up and down the cheeks of her fanny as she slowly wiggled and maneuvered her butt. That felt even better, especially to Jim.

Melissa though could feel that she was essentially wiping off the lotion on his cock. She held still, let go with her hand, and sat firmly down on the top of his cock, like it was a place to rest her butt. This was also helpful in keeping it held in place, sticking up straight. She reached for the lotion. Jim though picked it up first and squeezed out more of the thick, slippery fluid into the palm of her right hand. She reached again under her skirt to grasp his cock and worked the lotion into his skin, focusing in particular on the soft, round head.

Jim closed his eyes and sighed with deep pleasure. He wonder if he should tell her that she really needed to hurry up or he would not last too much longer. However, he didn’t want to rush her.

Seeing his eyes closed made it easier for Melissa to also work some of the lotion right onto her anus. She felt really silly and weird doing that, but it would have been much worse if he was watching her do it. She realized though that this would really help.

She again grasped the shaft of his cock and lowered her anus directly onto the tip.

Jim opened his eyes and smiled at her. She smiled back and said quietly, “Okay, here we go.”

She sat down onto the head of his cock. Her instinctive reaction was to clench her sphincter to block its entry. But, she concentrated on just relaxing, like she wanted something to go out.

She could feel the tip of his cock pressing into and slowly expanding the ring of her butt hole. It felt quite strange, like she was being penetrated in a very personal, intimate manner. And, that was precisely the feeling that she wanted to have. She let her legs relax further, letting the weight of her body sink his cock up into her butt.

It wasn’t easy. It was in fact rather hard. Fortunately, his cock was also quite hard because her little bottom did not want to take the bulbous head of his dick inside. It was true that she had, many times before, bowel movements that were plenty big, but they were going out, going out in the natural direction. This was a big headed club trying to force its way back in. It wasn’t natural and it wasn’t comfortable.

But, with a deep breath and concerted effort at simply relaxing her sphincter, her body suddenly dropped down and the head of his cock popped through the tight sphincter, which, just as quickly, shut tight again around the shaft an inch or so below the head. She stopped there.

It was really quite a sensation, like being plugged up her butt. But, it was a really nice feeling, like Jimmy was stuffing his hard cock deep inside her, which is precisely what he was in fact doing and what she wanted him to eventually do the real way. This was turning into a real good way of pretending to have sex. She closed her eyes, steadied herself, and sat still for awhile, letting herself enjoy the feeling of being so thoroughly penetrated.

Jim had his eyes open, enjoying the sight of Melissa sitting on him, sitting on his cock, now firmly embedded in her ass. He could see that his dick was difficult for her to take, but he could also see how aroused, how excited she was, and that made him all the more agitated. He could feel his cock swell within her butt, her anus tightly gripping his shaft, the head of his cock pressed up against the softly curved insides of her rectum.

Melissa knew that the first time a boy’s penis entered her it would be particularly difficult, and having it up the rear was probably even harder to do. But, she hadn’t expected that it would be this hard, that she would feel this loaded, this crammed. She carefully, slowly moved up and down the shaft. She never pulled up so much that the sphincter moved past his sulcus, not wanting to actually let him escape, and, with each lowering of her butt, she moved further down the shaft, bringing his cock deeper and deeper into her rectum. Melissa could not help but think that she was now in fact truly riding Jim’s Pogo stick, although doing so in a rather difficult way. “Oh Jimmy,” she whispered breathlessly, “You feel so big, so very big inside me.”

Jim was having difficulty holding on. He felt like he was actually fucking her, actually sliding his cock in and out of her tight, virginal hole. In a sense he was. At least as far as his cock was concerned, he was. It was such a very powerfully charged feeling. Her hand always felt so good, particularly when she used her palm, fingers, and thumb to stimulate every inch of his cock in so many different ways. And, her mouth was often even better, with the intimacy of her tongue licking and lapping away at the sensitive nerves of the head of his cock as she absorbed his prick into her face.

But, this was also a uniquely special experience and sensation, his cock firmly lodged inside her butt, grasped so tightly by her sphincter and rectum, deeply embedded inside of her body as she worked her hips to slide in and out of her fanny, like she was actually doing it with him.

When she got all of the shaft embedded deep within her, she bent her knees further and leaned down onto Jim, letting herself relax to enjoy the feeling of her butt engorged by the deeply sunk bulb of his cock.

He reached up to her, and placed his arms around her. This was now so very close to truly making love. They wrapped each other in a warm, tender embrace, and kissed each other deeply, as Melissa resumed the slow thrusting of her hips, drawing his cock in and out of her butt.

She whispered in his ear. “I never imagined Pogo would feel so large, so huge, inside of me. You fill me up so much, so deeply.”

With these words Jim could not help himself and he matched the thrusting of her hips with his own, being careful not to push so hard as to scare or hurt her, but he did have to join in on the grinding and pushing of their hips against each other.

This was definitely something that Melissa would not tell her friends, at least not for some time or at least until they shared something comparable with her. She felt so naughty, so dirty, but so very sexy doing this with Jimmy, to be taking him into her sweet derriere. She felt his hands even grasp the upper part of her cheeks of her bottom through her skirt. She did not object. It was only natural that he do so. The man would do this if they really were having sex, and the feel of his masculine hands on her fanny was so nice, so hot.

She squeezed her own hand in between their tightly crushed bodies and slid it down under her skirt to her pussy, to the lips of her very wet, flushed cunt and engorged, stiff clit. She pressed and wiggled her fingers against her clit as she began to repeatedly thrust her anus and rectum even harder down onto his cock.

Jim gripped hard on the cheeks of her butt as he responded to the quickening pace of her hips. “Oh gosh, Missy, I can’t hold out longer,” he warned.

Melissa opened her eyes, looked deeply into the passion in his eyes, and gasped in return, “Do it, Jimmy, do it inside of me. Squirt your penis inside me.”

“Missy, please,” he gasped, trying to hold on.

She gave him very short, quick thrusts as she pressed harder on her own clit and said, “Fill me up, Jimmy, I want you to fill me up with your juice, let me feel it gushing and spraying inside of me.”

And so he did. He couldn’t hold out any longer and the dam just burst into her ass. “Missy,” he whispered, as his cock twitched and jerked inside her rectum, spewing out loads and globs of warm, wet, sticky cum.

As soon as she felt the first twitch of his dick, her own orgasm overwhelmed her. “Oh Jimmy,” she gasped as she collapsed onto his body, pinching her clit with her fingers as tidal waves of pleasure swept through her, her whole body shivering and shuddering as she felt his cock continue to jump and kick in her butt, gushing streams of gism into her rectum.

When he was done he did not pull out. He did not in fact pull out for some time. They wanted to just lay there, slowly letting their breathing return to normal, and, more importantly, enjoying this blissful feeling of tenderly holding each other: for him feeling himself still embedded within in her, and for her feeling him still deep inside.

Thank goodness it wasn’t real sex.

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