Erotic stories: Like Pieces of a Jigsaw Puzzle – Chapter 2

Author: senorlongo

I woke early as I always do. No matter if I went to bed at ten or two—I was always awake by 6:30. Back to the shower I went, rubbing my vaginal secretions from my body. Once out and dry I took my Henry vibe and cleaned it thoroughly with Germ-X alcohol-based hand cleaner. I needed to keep it and my puss clean, especially now that I could envision Henry’s tongue firmly between my thighs. Then I dressed in a simple and extremely tight cotton top and hip-hugging Capri’s before walking out to my Beemer. My sheerest bra encased my tits so my hard nipples would be visible.

The last thing I’d said to Henry when I had dropped him at his dorm was, “Be ready by eight so we can go to breakfast together. We’ll pay our tuition bills once we’re done and then we can register. Once that’s done we can spend the rest of the day together.” I arrived five minutes early so I stepped out to lean against the fender while I waited for Henry. Of course, there was the chance that he wouldn’t show, but I’d bet my left tit that he would. Like my daddy, I’m a very good reader of people and I was sure I’d made the right read on Henry.

There must have been four guys who tried their moves on me during the five minutes I waited. I was polite as always, but firm as I told them I simply wasn’t interested. Looking past the final one I saw Henry jogging toward me, his hair still wet.

I greeted him with a kiss then went to my door. It was time to teach Henry manners so I stood there for more than a minute until he came to open the door for me. I stroked his cheek as I leaned in for a quick peck and whispered, “You will always open my door for me, Henry—always.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” was his polite reply. I kissed him once he was in the car with me then asked if he had his scholarship letter for the bursar. He assured me that he did. I asked him what he liked to eat for breakfast although I could have predicted everything.

“I think we’ll go to Denny’s, Henry—it’s just outside town. I’m hungry this morning. You gave me a big appetite last night—more than one, actually. I gave my biggest vibrator a new name. I call it ‘Henry’ now. We were both a mess by the time I was done.” I laughed and a moment later Henry joined me. We were still laughing when I put my hand on his thigh.

I asked for a booth at Denny’s—one near the rear. Henry slid in and I followed. This time my hand found his cock. I wasn’t at all surprised to find it hard. I could see the desire in his eyes as the waitress approached, but I never moved my hand. Turning to her I ordered for both of us—“One coffee, one large orange juice, two Grand Slams, scrambled, one with double bacon.” It was clear that she was dismissed when I returned my attentions to Henry.

I was sure that Henry was mortified. His eyes were very expressive. The waitress had clearly seen me rubbing Henry through his khakis. He hadn’t seen anything yet. I was looking straight into his eyes when I unbuckled his belt. He started to object, but my fingers to his lips silenced him in a flash. The waitress had returned with our drinks—coffee for me and juice for Henry when I had just pushed my hand into his briefs. She giggled, but I took command as always when I remarked, “I’m a big tipper. I’ll give you a peek when you bring the food…okay?”

“Is it worth seeing?” She had bent over to whisper into my ear.

“I think so. In fact, I named my biggest vibrator after it last night.”

“Ohhhh, sounds promising—I can hardly wait. I’ll be back in about five minutes. Can I bring some of the other waitresses?”

“Sure…just remember—you can look, but only I get to touch.” She laughed all the way to the kitchen as I turned back to Henry. He was shaking with fright. “Relax, Henry,” I said as I leaned in for a kiss. “It’s just good clean fun, besides I want them to be jealous of me. I’ll take the very best care of you again right after registration and maybe again after dinner if you’re a really good boy. Didn’t I take care of you last night?”

“Yes…it was incredible, but I don’t understand why you’re interested in me.”

“Really?” Squeezing his hard cock I continued with a whisper. “This tells me otherwise. It’s the nicest one I’ve ever seen. I think I’ll be ready to taste it in a few weeks. How does that sound?” I leaned in for another kiss as I pulled the waistband down beneath his heavy balls. Henry was fully exposed to anyone who walked by. Fortunately, the restaurant wasn’t crowded, but four waitresses came by to check on our order. They all thought it was just fine, especially when they saw how cute Henry was when he was blushing.

The waitresses stood in a semi-circle and watched as I slowly stroked Henry. His cock was hard and as hot as could be, but I decided not to push my luck. I kissed Henry again and tucked his stiff rod back into his briefs. Seconds later Henry was zipped and belted. The waitresses thanked me and returned to work as we dug into our meals. I paid the bill with my debit card and left a ten-dollar tip for a bill that was less than twenty dollars, including tax.

Henry remembered to hold the door again and I waited until he was seated before starting the engine. I gripped his chin and pulled him into along deep kiss. It was much better than his first, in fact it was great. Breaking it, I moved back just an inch or two to whisper, “I hope I didn’t embarrass you. I just wanted to show off that beautiful cock you have. Are we okay?”

Damn, his eyes just drove me crazy, but he nodded. “Yeah, okay, but I was worried. My ma would kill me if I got arrested, especially for indecent exposure.”
“Okay…I’m sorry—no more sharing your cock with waitresses, or anyone else, for that matter. I’m a pretty good judge of women, Henry. I was about ninety percent sure she’d go along…find your cock ‘interesting.’”

I drove away to the Bursar’s office—first, pay the bills and, then, we’d get to register. I thought mine would be interesting. I’d done well in the placement exams we’d all taken earlier in the week, earning exemptions from Freshman English, and Math and being placed in French 5. I’d also gotten credit for an additional twelve credits for Advanced Placement courses I’d taken in high school. Henry wasn’t so lucky, although he did qualify for Spanish 3.

Of course, there was a long line at the Bursar’s office even though they had every teller’s window open. It was almost eleven when we walked down to registration. There were lines here, but more than a dozen arranged alphabetically. Most freshmen were enrolled automatically in basic classes depending on their stated major so they took maybe a minute, at most.

Then they got to me. I shared the information from my advisor and my computer-generated schedule was trashed. I was escorted behind the table to find my advisor among the hundreds of professors and instructors. Half an hour later I had the courses I wanted, especially “The Constitution,” one of the critical courses for pre-law students. I met up with Henry who had waited patiently almost the entire time.

Ten minutes later we were back in my apartment with Henry seated naked on my couch while I walked into the kitchen for another dish towel. I was wondering then if I should buy some condoms. Which would be cleaner or more convenient? Of course, I could use the condoms if and when—no, definitely when—I fucked Henry. Walking around the corner I had to stop for a second and stare.

How could such a slender boy come equipped with such equipment? I swear, his cock sticking up from his prone body reminded me of Devil’s Tower rising from the landscape in northeastern Wyoming. I had first noticed it from miles away when Mom and Daddy had taken me there years ago as a child. Only when we were up close did I realize how mammoth it really was—more than a mile around the path at its base and some of the basalt sections that had fallen bigger than a city bus.

Moving the coffee table away I knelt by Henry and laid the towel over his torso. He looked at me questioningly as I dribbled lube over the head. “A preview,” I told him, “of when you actually put it into me. Yes, Henry, it will happen, but not right away. I’m not a slut who sleeps with anyone. I have to know that my partner is committed to me first and that will take time.

Until then you’ll have to do with my hand or, maybe, my mouth.” His cock jumped and twitched when I said that. The lube had run down to my hand so I twisted my wrist to spread it over his magnificent shaft. Slowly, at first, my hands glided over his soft skin. I’d always thought that was a contradiction—rock hard on the inside and soft as satin on the outside. Maybe it showed that God had a sense of humor.

My eyes were on Henry’s face as my pace increased. He was clearly somewhere else—somewhere new and terribly exciting—during the whole episode. He was somewhere in submissive heaven. I’d first thought that Henry might be submissive when I noticed him on tour. Then at the dance my feelings were strengthened. They were pretty much confirmed this morning at Denny’s.

I knew he was mortified at his exposure, but he accepted it because it was what I wanted. I couldn’t imagine any jock or normal American male allowing that. Oh, they’d whip it out in a second in private, but to sit in a public restaurant and allow some girl they barely know to put you in what had to be an incredibly embarrassing situation—never!.

I could tell that Henry was getting close. It would be tempting to aim his load at his face, but he’d endured enough at my hands today and I wanted him in a positive mood for when I began his tutelage in cunt licking. By the time I finished with him he’d have the strongest tongue on campus. Hell, he’d have the strongest tongue in Pennsylvania. He chose that exact second to erupt, and erupt he did. His first two ropes—long and thick—flew more than two feet into the air. That was further confirmation on his submissiveness. He was excited about the day’s experiences. His submissive behavior was something that had turned him on big time.