I cleaned him once he was done, wiping the semen that had missed the towel. To be completely honest I’d done that deliberately—just more of the fun I wanted to have with Henry. I even admit to licking a few drops—yummy—as a prelude to that time when I would take him as deeply into my mouth as possible; mental note—buy a big cucumber to practice on.

I sat next to Henry—him naked, me clothed—as I began to introduce him to my pussy. I removed my jeans as I told him, “Give me your hand, Henry. No, the right one.” His expression was priceless as I opened my legs and led his hand to my womanly core. I was wearing panties now, but not for long. “Place your hand on my cunt. Here…let me show you.” His hand now covered me. It was bigger than I had thought so I opened my legs to accommodate him. Holding his wrist I slowly rubbed his hand over my labia until they were red and puffy—swollen with my desire.

“Kneel between my legs, Henry. Now pull my panties down my legs. Do you like them? I wore them especially for you. That’s it, pull them past my feet. Now I’d like you to smell them. Hold them up to your nose and breathe deeply.” He closed his eyes as he inhaled my essence. “That’s what you do to me, Henry. You’re going to be an incredible lover by the time I finish teaching you and then I’m going to reap the benefits. Don’t worry…I’m going to take the very best care of you, too. We’re going to take care of each other.”

I folded his fingers until only his middle finger was extended and, of course you knew where that was going next. I guided him until he began to finger-fuck me on his own. “Feel the rough spot just inside on the top?” I smiled when he nodded. “Rub that, but be gentle. That’s my G-spot. Rubbing that can make me cum.”

“I want you to, Nancy. You deserve to cum for being so nice to me.” How sweet! I leaned forward to kiss him and about twenty seconds into it I did, arching my back and growling into Henry’s mouth. I think I scared him at first, but I held his head in place to continue our kiss.

Breaking it, I whispered, “You can stop now. You did a wonderful job on me. Come up here and sit with me while I rest.” I fell asleep then with Henry’s arm around me. It felt so right.

I woke up about an hour later and I was ready for more. Directing Henry between my legs again I had him repeat everything he’d done earlier, but this time I showed him my clit. Slowly and lightly I traced a circle around it and Henry continued exactly as he’d been taught. He was doing so well. I came again less than a minute later, screaming and thrashing wildly.

Henry looked up and I could see he was terrified. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

I pulled him up and gave him the kiss of his life. “You didn’t hurt me, Darling—you just gave me the best orgasm I’ve ever had.” Okay, that was a slight exaggeration, but I wanted to push Henry in the right direction and there’s nothing like a little positive reinforcement. I pulled him up to the couch and sat in his lap, making sure his cock wasn’t too close to my pussy. I wasn’t ready for that—not yet—but I thought that things were progressing very well between us.

“Take off my top, Henry. It’s time to introduce you to my puppies. You have so much to learn. I’m glad I’m your teacher. You’re such an excellent student.” Of course, like most boys he had a terrible time with my bra clasp, but it was worth the effort when they sprung free. I spent at least ten minutes teaching Henry about my breasts—how I liked to have them rubbed and massaged, how I loved to have my areolas teased and my nipples rolled between his fingers and suckled between his lips and teeth.

Still naked I pulled Henry into the kitchen for an early dinner. In our excitement for each other we’d completely forgotten about lunch. I knew that Henry had a meal plan in the cafeteria, but how often do you get to eat burgers and salad naked with your girlfriend? Henry made the burgers with his hands, covering them with a light layer of salt and pepper while I prepped a tossed salad. Once the burgers were on the broiler we set the table, still naked.

I teased Henry, playing with his cock several times, marveling at how quickly it became erect. It was a truly beautiful organ and would be even better when it wasn’t surrounded by the thick bush of pubic hair it had now. I thought we might address that tonight as we snuggled in bed together—after we’d showered. Maybe I’d do it then and he could do me. Hmmm, that was definitely a thought.

I had realized that we would have to do other things besides sex if we wanted a real relationship. That would mean asking Henry a lot of questions and making him answer—getting him to open up about his life, his personal history, his interests, and his life goals. The secret to that would be to increase his comfort level. I would retain control of the relationship, but I wanted him to be able to speak his mind freely, both to me and in social situations with other students. I decided then that I’d make this my second goal for Henry. I stopped for a minute to turn the burgers and asked Henry to get some glasses, ice, and Coke from the refrigerator.

We ate together at the table and I began the conversation by asking him about his family. “I think I told you that my dad died in 2000. I was three at the time so I barely remember him. He was a math teacher and track coach at Shamokin High School. Everyone has told me that he was a great teacher and a better person. I do know that my mom was devastated by his death.

She hated moving in with my grandparents…her parents, in fact she still does. She doesn’t get along too well with her mother. They both have the same personality. They’re rigid and strict and not terribly tolerant of other people’s ideas. They never let me do anything. I had to go straight to school and go straight home. That’s why I never dated. I’m surprised that I was allowed to come to school here. I’d probably be in our local community college if I hadn’t gotten a scholarship.”

“What about your grandfather?”

“Gramps? He was always there, but he wasn’t. Know what I mean?”

“Grandma ran roughshod over him?”

“Yeah, and most of the time she was wearing spurs!” I laughed. It was the first time I’d seen Henry’s sense of humor in action.

“How was school for you?”

“I always did pretty well in my studies. I should, after all—all I ever did was study or do chores. Some of the kids tried to bully me. It was hard because my mother absolutely forbade me to fight. I did once in junior high and I really caught it when I got home. She beat me with one of my dad’s belts.” I was appalled. I pulled Henry’s face first to mine and then to my breast where I encouraged him to suckle for a minute before we continued to eat. He looked at me again with those eyes. I knew what he would say before he opened his mouth—“Thank you.”

“Tell me about your roommate.”

“Uh…I have two. They’re both taller and heavier than I am and I think they’re going to try bullying me, too.”

“You don’t think they’d physically hurt you?”

“I don’t know. Of course, I’ve only known them for a few days, but we don’t seem to have much in common. They both have foul mouths and they have no respect for women. They make all kinds of rude comments and they do it right in front of the girls then they get upset when the girls flip them off.”

“I wonder what they’d say about me.”

“One of them already has tried you. He tried to pick you up this morning. Remember the guy with the bright orange shirt?” I did; he came across as a real asshole. His comments were more crude than rude. He acted like he was God’s gift to women. I wondered how he would feel when he learned I was Henry’s. That was worth a chuckle or two.

We finished dinner and I was pleased that Henry took a major role in cleaning up, volunteering to wash the broiler while I loaded the dishwasher. I was careful to reward him by rubbing my tits against his back and even reaching down to his big dick several times while I nuzzled his neck. I left the day’s trash tied in a plastic kitchen bag by the front door. I’d allow Henry to take it out when I took him home.

“I think you need a shower, Henry; I know I do,” I said as I led him down the hallway. The bathroom had a stall shower as well as a tub. I led him to the shower and I had to giggle when I pulled him in with me. “Before we wash each other I need to speak with you about this.” I ran my fingers through his pubic hair. “Would you like me to put my mouth on you one of these days?” Henry was so cute when he just gulped in response.

“I’ll take that as a yes. If so, this forest has to go. I hate hair in my mouth so after we shower I’ll trim it and then shave it, both above your lovely cock and on your scrotum, too, down to your ass. If anyone kids you about it just tell them what I said—no blowjobs while that hair is there. You can do me next. After tonight I’ll expect you to do it either in the dorm shower or here. C’mon, it’ll be a bit tight in here, but that’s okay.” I reached out and tickled Henry’s stomach.
There was no reaction. “Sorry,” he told me. “I’m not ticklish…not anywhere on my body.”

I reached up to kiss him and as I did I whispered, “Just so long as I get a reaction when I touch this.” His cock definitely responded, exactly as I’d hoped. We shared a laugh as the water warmed and another as I donned a shower cap. “Go ahead and laugh, but without this I’d be spending the rest of the night drying and fixing my hair instead of allowing you to eat my pussy. Take your choice.”

“Uh…the hat.”

That made me laugh; “Okay, the hat it is.” I pulled Henry into the shower and handed him the soap. “You go first; wash me—every part of my body. Don’t be afraid to touch me anywhere.” I laughed when he began by tenderly washing the exterior of my “hat.” “My body, Henry…my body, not my ‘hat!’” I sounded as though I was scolding him, but I smiled and kissed his cheek as I did so there was no misunderstanding my intent.

Henry turned me around, whispering something about saving the best parts for last. I chuckled under my breath thinking that this couldn’t possibly go any better than it was. He began at my neck and worked his way down, scrubbing my back, my hips, and my ass before kneeling to address my legs and feet. When I turned around his face was right where I wanted it—right in front of my cunt.