How Did You Learn To Love Fellatio? Ch. 04

"I'm going to have to take off my shorts before they get wet."

I released her nipple. She scrambled over me and stood up. After a glance at where my cock was, she looked at me with a sort of apologetic expression, as she opened her shorts. So, I thought, girls' pussies go all moist when they are aroused. Before she pushed her shorts down -- I had been wondering if I should watch her or politely look away -- she asked:

"You too, before your chinos get more creases?"

She waited for me to nod, before she rocked her hips to push her shorts down. I sat up and got up and opened my pants, something to do instead of watching her undress; I was going to see her in just her panties in a few moments, and she was going to see me in my jockey shorts with my cock holding out the front of them. Oh, and she wanted to see it without my shorts.

We didn't really look at each other until we had hung our things on back of the chair. Then we did, standing like we had before, but now almost naked. Her eyes dropped down, and my cock twitched. She sighed with very soft moan, and her hands slid up under breasts and then on them, clasping them. My cock surged. She mumbled: "We'd better lie down again."

This time I did draw back the covers. Back in bed again, we rolled together, but just with our arms around each other, not really embracing. We both took a couple of deep breaths, not saying anything. I felt better about her having asked me to suck her breasts; a guy shouldn't start anything the girl didn't want, before she let him know what she wanted. She took another deep breath, and then, as though she had read my thoughts, she murmured:

"I don't know what we're going to do, but I want to hold it."

"I know," I murmured, as her hand started to slide down my side.

Her hand touched my elastic, then explored over my shorts on my hip, sliding back on my ass a little. I nodded again, hoping that my twitching cock wasn't already oozing. Her hand slid back over my hip and ventured down between us, just sliding over my cock, not yet holding it. It twitched, and I nodded, and then her fingers closed around it in my shorts. It twitched in her hand, and we both sighed with soft moans. Her hand moved up and down, just a little, once, just an experiment. My cock twitched, and she moaned. Then she let go of it. When I exhaled, I realized that I had been holding my breath.

Her fingers slid up to the elastic. I nodded again. When her finger tips slipped inside it, just brushing me, I realized that my cock was holding it away from my body. She pulled it further back, had to pull it even further, since my cock followed. "Um-hmm," I unconsciously encouraged her. She pulled it as far as she could and then pulled it down, as though she were trying to avoid touching my cock, but it pressed against the back of her fingers. "Uhn," she responded, looking at me with wide, dilated eyes.

"You wanted to," I murmured, now almost sure that she was going to find the head of my cock slippery. She let go of the elastic, and it pressed my cock against me. Her fingers touched it, just a couple and her thumb on it above the elastic. A finger rubbed over its head.

"Oh," she whispered, and the finger rubbed back over it, and she whispered:

"You have already?"

"Hm-hmm, not yet, but like you, I guess, wanting to take off your shorts."

"Hmm? Guess so."

She held the elastic again, trying to pull it down further, then murmured:

"Help me."

I reached down and shoved my shorts over my hip down my ass, and rolled on my back, raising my hips. Her hand slid on the elastic to my other hip and pulled it down. We both snorted at how our hands cooperated to pull my shorts down past my ass. I was relieved that my cock had a few moments of respite.

"Thanks," she murmured, still looking at me, as her hand found it again. Her fingers just slipped around it. She chuckled softly for no apparent reason, but then I had to, too, and then we both did, louder. This was too funny -- more like too serious, being too solemnly serious. She grinned and said out loud:

"I'm holding it," and squeezed my cock and grinned again.

"Like you wanted to," I replied, returning her grin.

"Didn't you want me to? I wanted you to hold my breasts."

"And wanted me to suck your nipples."

"Oooh! Yes, that was good."

Her hand jogged, luckily not touching its head, and she chuckled again, murmuring:

"That's funny, the skin moving with my hand. May I look?"

Her so polite question was really just too funny, absurd. I laughed and replied:

"Bet I can't stop you."

"No!" she agreed with a grin and sat up.

She let go of my cock and looked at with a smile, then glanced back at me and murmured:

"You can look at me too, but not right now."

She stared at it, tilting her head to see it better. I made it twitch up, and she chuckled. This was fun, and she had promised that I could look at her pussy. Then she looked at my sack and murmured:

"Can I touch them too?"

"You 'may.' Please," I replied with a chuckle, then quickly adding: "Just don't squeeze them."

She nodded, and her fingers slid down between my thighs and then under my sack. I knew that it must have been tight before, but it had relaxed a little; her fingers could move my balls in it. She hummed with a smile, and her fingers crept further under them, until she could raise them in her hand. I was very pleased that she could, that my arousal had subsided a little. She chuckled, as her fingers gently jostled them. Then she noticed that my cock was sinking down and looked at it again.

"Want me to hold it again? Can I make you come?" and then looked over at me.

"If you move the skin like that again."

"Oooh! I wanted to see that!" she replied enthusiastically.

I wondered what I would have said, if I had been circumcised, but then she couldn't have moved the skin like she had. Forget it; she was holding my cock again and watching how she could slide the skin up and down, chuckling when she shoved it up around my knob. She experimented, watching that a few times. My cock was twitching and my hips began to rock up. I moaned. She looked up from my cock with an expectant expression. I had to moan again. She glanced back down and then at my face again, and asked:

"What's going to happen?"

Before I could answer, it "happened." She was still looking at me, but the first shot caught her eye, landing high up on my chest. She started with an open mouth and watched the next one land on my chest, as I groaned, and watched the next ones make a trail down my stomach. I had to hold her hand still, feeling more dribbling down on both our thumbs. She snorted:

"Hmm!" then murmured: "Guess I didn't need to ask. Wow! That was good! Was it good?"

"Don't need to ask that either; very."

She grinned. I was wondering how I was going to clean it all up, more than I could ever remember. Before I could decide, she slipped her hand from under mine and murmured:

"So much, all over you," and her hand started to rub the thick white blobs around.

She apparently had the urge to spread them really all over me. I remembered playing with finger paint. So much for my having to clean up. .

"Having fun?" I asked with a chuckle.

"Um-hmm! That was fun."

She grinned and wiped her hand on her stomach and added: "Next time, I want it all over me."

She looked back at my cock, and smiled, remarking:

"I guess that's how it is most of the time."

"Um-hmm, most of the time, when you're not around."

"But when I am, like this?" and she dove down over me, supporting herself on her elbows, as she grinned with a snicker.

"Not right now," replied, returning her grin.

"But you'll let me again? Please?"

I nodded, delighted with her attitude and liking my thought that a guy should wait for a girl to tell him what she wanted to do. She smiled, then chuckled. Feeling her stomach move on mine felt good. Then she said:

"Oh, I just remembered something. When it was shooting out, I suddenly remembered a fountain at the Epcot Center. Two years ago, after my sister graduated from high school, we all went to Disney World. There was a fountain that shot out spurts of water, one after another, several in the air at once, in an arch, each of them just a clear tube of water, intriguing. That's what it reminded me of."

We both laughed. That felt even better on my tummy. I snickered and remarked:

"If you could think of that now, what do girls think about who have already seen a guy's shoot?"

"Oooh! I know what I would think of!"

We chuckled, and I held her ass, remembering that she still had her panties on, nothing like the ones I snuck looks at in ads for women's underwear. I hadn't intended to suggest anything, but Peggy immediately said:

"Oh, I said you could look at me -- without them. I did once with a hand mirror, after my hair started to grow, and Mom had tried to tell me a girl ought to know. Embarrassing for us both. Hm-hmm! Later my girlfriend and I looked at each others. She has more hair. Want to look?"

I nodded with what I hoped wasn't a lecherous smile -- however one like that looked.

"Okay," she agreed cheerfully and got up, while I thought: maybe my theory about letting a girl tell me what she wanted to do didn't apply to other girls, but it sure did with Peggy.

She stood up, facing me with a smile, and pulled her panties down. They dropped to her ankles. Was she blushing? I wasn't looking at her face. So that's what her hair looked like: a little darker than that on her head, but not so much that I couldn't see her skin through it, and -- oh! -- I could recognize the start of her pussy, just a little crease that disappeared between her thighs -- nice thighs, not skinny. She just stood there, letting me look, then said:

"You should take yours off. I'll help you."

She stepped out of her panties and leaned down to pull my shorts off my legs. Nice, very nice, how her breasts moved when she was leaning down and moving her arms. When they were off my feet, she looked back at my cock and smiled, murmuring:

"Have to feel it when it's like that."

She did, slipping her fingers under my cock, chuckling and saying:

"Funny, the skin now hiding it. Hard to imagine that it could be that big."

Then her fingers slipped under my balls, and experimented with how loose they were in my sack. She gave me a smile, and murmured:

"Nice, I like them, like this too."

"So do I, and that you do too."

She smiled sweetly as she stood up, letting me look at her all naked again. She smiled again with a shrug and said:

"I thought I was going to be terribly embarrassed, if you saw me like this."

"Me too. We were before, both of us, with you just half naked."

"Not terribly, just a little, but I was sure I wanted that; you'd seen them already."

"Not well enough. A little funny, probably shouldn't say it; I never noticed what a good figure you have."

She wrinkled her nose and replied:

"Just ol' Peggy, didn't even look?"

"Really shouldn't have said it, not that way, just that you do."

"That's better. I won't say anything about yours, just that I like what I see."

She looked pointedly at my cock. I knew I had, at best, only an average figure, nothing like that of guys who were good at sports, then remembering that in the shower after sports, some of the guys with the most muscles didn't have more down there than I did. Peggy murmured:

"Want to see more?" and turned around.

By then I knew she had a nice ass too, but it was delightful to see her like that too, reminding me of paintings and statues of women standing like that. None of them seemed now more attractive; Peggy as attractive as any artist's model? Did she know it? I remarked:

"If they need models at drawing courses in the Arts Academy, you could apply."

She spun back around and said: "You want other guys to see me?!"

"Shit no! That was supposed to be just a compliment."

"Hmm?! I hope so."

"You're not good at accepting a compliment," I replied with a grin, explaining:

"Mom told that when she was growing up in the South, girls would courtesy with a smile and say thank you, even if they knew that it was just a compliment. That wasn't 'just' a compliment."

She smiled wryly and said:

"I can't courtesy, and don't girls hold out their skirt when they do?"

"I guess so. Hm-hmm!" I smirked, adding:

"Maybe to suggest that they want to lift it up."

Peggy grinned and replied:

"Then I don't have to courtesy, if that's what they're suggesting."

"I won't ask my Mom."

"You'd better not, bad enough that she knows I'm here."

"But not like you are, like we are."

"Thank goodness! Stop staring!"

She dove back down on me again -- nothing more to stare at, but her bare ass to hold. But she had said that I could see her, not just naked, telling me that she and her girlfriend had looked at each other's pussy; she wanted me to. Her legs slid off mine, spreading her thighs and then pressing mine together.

"Do I have to ask you to look, not just look?" she murmured.

I shook my head, then nodded. She just smiled as she nodded, then sat up. She looked back and then dropped back on my legs. I got them apart, and she lay on the mattress and drew her knees up. I sat up and looked down at her pussy, better view of the crease I had seen before, with just a few hairs down between her thighs. They dropped to the side, the crease opened. Pink, not just an opened crease; now at the top, two little extra pink creases with a little swelling between them.

She moaned and muttered: "I'll show you."

Her hand slid down her stomach and over her hair, and her fingers drew the sides of her pussy apart. More pink, and much more interesting: a couple of little folds and what must be the mouth of her vagina. So that's what it looked like. A cock could fit in that little hole? Oooh? Did it look slicker than before? She moaned again. Was that why she had wanted to take off her shorts? Her fingers squeezed the sides of her pussy together and slid back and forth a couple of time, and then spread again. Yeah, the mouth of her vagina was definitely slick, moist.

I noticed her other hand move and hold her breast, as she moaned again. What was I supposed to do: "not just look"? Well, of course, put my finger in it, if it would fit. Finger fucking, all guys knew that expression.

Her fingers squeezed together again, and her thighs twitched. She moaned and demanded softly:

"Don't just look. Do something, rub it ... like I do."

How was that? She rubbed her own pussy? If I beat-off, yeah, of course, girls did what they could. I touched it. Her hole was all moist, her thighs twitched, and she moaned with a nod, squeezing her breast. Did that odor come from her pussy? It was attractive, and where my finger was rubbing was even moister. Her fingers squeezed the sides of her pussy together again, also on my finger, and slid back and forth again. She moaned. The tip of my finger was wanting to probe, where it was was so slippery and moving a little. Her fingers were moving faster. She moaned and sort of gasped out: "Do it, stick it in!"

She wanted me to finger fuck her! And the mouth of her vagina let my finger probe deeper. It did fit! Tight but slippery, it let my finger slide deeper in it! She moaned loudly with a nod. In a pussy! So arousing, and it felt so good! Oh, my cock was all stiff, standing up between our open thighs!

Her hand disappeared. I glanced up and saw them in her mouth, and then they were back on the front of her pussy, just rubbing back and forth between its sides, rubbing over that little swelling I had seen. She moaned. Finger fuck! My hand jerked my finger in and out. She moaned, and her fingers moved as fast as they could. My cock was throbbing; it wanted to be where my finger was. Her pussy wanted my finger to do what my cock would in it?! It tried.

Peggy was moaning and gasping with strained expression, her eyelids clenched shut, both our hands moving as fast as they could. I couldn't do more, but tried. Her thighs quivered, and her hips twitched. Like mine did before I came? I wanted her to. Come! I demanded in my mind, then realized that I had heard myself say it. Consciously, then I did:

"Come! Come!"

Her hips jerked, and her thighs clapped together on our hands, and her body convulsed. I continued to finger fuck her, recalling how I had to continue pumping my cock after my first shot. Her body convulsed again, but then her thighs flopped open, and her hand stopped mine from moving. She was gasping and groaning, and I was moaning, I realized.

Had it been good for her? As good as she had done it to me? I waited, watching my cock twitch slightly with my heart beat, very slowly sinking down, then wondering if she had been as aroused, when she had been making me come. Then I realized that not just my finger -- still in her -- was wet. Was that a sign that it had been good for her? She sighed. I looked up at her face. She snorted softly and pushed my hand further back. Did she feel that her pussy dribbled. She gave me a tired smile and murmured:

"Fuck, that was good."

Her language completely surprised me. It looked like it most also have surprised her; she smiled wryly and said:

"Guess I really said that. Hmm? Don't know if it was that good, but it sure was good, thank you."

"And thank you for letting me help, ... and thank you for before."

"Hmm?! I wanted to thank you for letting me."

We smiled at each other. She reached up her arms, and I helped her sit up. She looked down at my cock, still engorge but hanging down. She reached down and held it. That just seemed so right and familiar now. She looked up at me asked:

"Aroused? Like I felt, when I was doing it?"

I nodded. We could say anything we wanted to now:

"Very, like it wanted to be where my finger was."

"Mmmm! That was nice of it," and she squeezed my cock."

We smiled at each and both shrugged. Of course, we were talking about the obvious, she had used the word, but we just smiled again. Then she said:

"I said before that I didn't know what we were going to do, just that I wanted to hold -- your cock."

She squeezed again with smirk and added:

"Now I've said that too."

"And your pussy."

"I don't think we have to, if we can do that so good."

"Better than I can; I don't think so either."

"And better than I can, either."

We smiled again, and she shook my cock, as though she were shaking my hand in agreement. I nodded and replied:

"But we could that -- this -- again."

"Mmmm! You'd better let me! I want you to."

I almost grabbed her breasts, holding them enough to draw her closer, and we kissed in conformation of our agreement. Then her thighs twitched. She chuckled and said: "Peepee."

I nodded and led her to the bathroom. We both started a little, when we left my room with nothing on. I hesitated at the door to the bathroom, letting her go ahead. She nodded and went ahead. I thought that she might nod for me to close the door, but she just sat down on the toilet with a wry smile and said: "If we do that?"

I grinned with a nod, and twitched my legs like a kid who had to go. I did. She grinned and unselfconsciously wiped herself and flushed, nodding that I could. I wasn't so sure about going with her there, but asked:

"If you want to watch?"

"Oooh, yes. Want see what else it can do -- your cock."

She did, not just seeing my stream, moving so that she could see it coming out of my cock, chuckling when I moved it a little, splashing down in the bowl and then just on the porcelain. I shook it, and we both chuckle, exchanging smirks. I thought to offer her my washcloth, still moist. She took it with a smile and wiped again, then watching me wipe my cock, pulling my foreskin to wipe better. Talk about being familiar!