Homework - Part II

Anne walked back to her dorm room Friday evening after dinner, and found Jacob waiting by her door. "Hi," he said. "I brought over my work from psyche class."

"Good," Anne said, letting him in. She thought he looked good in jeans, a flannel shirt, and a turtleneck sweater. She watched him while he set his load of books and papers on her bed and sat beside them.

"No laundry for me to sort?" he asked, joking about the last time they'd worked together on their psyche project.

"Nope," she said, "but my roommate's away for the weekend again, if that helps." She grinned. Their last meeting had ended with heavy petting, and she intended that this one end the same way, at the very least.

He looked up at her plaintively. "Look, I've been meaning to talk with you about last weekend, I don't want you to feel guilty about anything."

"I don't," she said. "Do you?"

He paused with a puzzled look on his face. "No, but ..."

"Then let's get to work and not get hot and bothered."

They sat opposite each other on the bed, with their books and papers in a heap between them for upwards of an hour, working on their joint term project. It was still early in the spring semester, so they hadn't done much of the work, but the project looked like it would be interesting.

While Anne worked, she occasionally glanced up at Jacob, thinking about the wonderful surprise she'd had last weekend. She'd never been a very social person, and in recent years, she'd begun to wonder if there was something wrong with her. She'd never had a boyfriend, at least, not before a week ago.

She'd known Jacob since her first year in college, but until a week ago, their relationship had been platonic. He'd come over to work on their psyche project, and somehow, the meeting that had begun with two friends studying together had ended in passion. She'd never as much as kissed a boy before, and in that one stormy morning, although all they'd done was heavy petting, she'd had the first two orgasms of her life.

Anne liked Jacob, she'd known that for a long time. The question on her mind now was, how far should she go with him. From the brief mention he made to their meeting the week before, he sounded awkward about what had happened, but she wanted more, and she hoped he did too.

Sometime around eight, Jacob locked eyes with her and she realized she'd been looking at him for what must have been five minutes. "Having a bit of trouble concentrating?" he asked.

"Yup," she said. "Sorry."

"Thinking about last weekend?"

She blushed a bit, then wished she were wearing the loose tank top she'd worn then. The turtleneck she wore now showed her figure well, but she liked the way she'd been able to lean forward in a tank top so he could see her nipples. "Yes," she answered, and then, impulsively, "would you like to spend the night?"

He put down his notebook and looked at her with an expression she didn't understand. "Anne, you once said you wanted to remain virgin until you got married, I don't know if I still value my own virginity, but I don't want to hurt you. Anne, please don't ask me to do something that you'll regret tomorrow."

Anne smiled at him. "Don't worry, I've made up my mind," she said, glad that he was still such a gentleman. "I want to stay a virgin, but only technically. Other than that, I'd like to do everything with you."

He looked at her for a long time. "What do you mean, everything?"

She leaned forward. "I mean anything other than you putting your penis in my cunt; anything you want to do, that is. I've been reading some in the library, about the options that gives us; there's plenty of stuff we can do."

Jacob sat on her bed with a stunned look while she cleared the books and papers off the bed. "Well?" she said, sitting next to him.

"I'd like to spend the night, but ..." He looked pained. "I don't have a toothbrush or my PJ's..."

"Borrow my toothbrush," she said. "As to PJ's, who needs them? I don't wear them any more than I wear underwear." She paused to watch him. He looked confused, so she put an arm around his shoulder and gently kissed his cheek.

He looked at her for a few seconds, then returned the kiss. "The hell," he said. "I give in, yes, I'll stay and play!"

He kissed her again, this time eagerly on the lips. She ran her fingers through his hair and tasted his mouth, pressing her hips against his as they knelt on the bed, savoring the warmth of his body against hers.

He broke the kiss and sat back on his heels, holding her by the hips as she knelt before him. "Can you take off your sweater?" he asked.

"Take off yours too," she said, removing her sweater. She tossed it on the back of her desk chair while she watched him, feeling a tingle run through her as his eyes locked on her exposed breasts. He got up as he took off his shirt and turtleneck, and she enjoyed watching the expanse of his exposed skin as he set his clothes over her roommate's chair.

She lay back and smiled at him as he walked back to the bed. He sat on the bed beside her and looked at her, then gently touched his fingers to her breasts, fingering her nipples and running his hands down the smooth skin of her side. "I still can't get over the fact that you're letting me do this," he said.

"I'm not used to it either," she said, her voice almost a whisper as a warm muzzyness spread through her body. "I like it, though. Want to kiss my tits?"

He kissed her quickly on the mouth, then kissed his way down her neck to her nipples, kissing them gently at first, brushing his lips over them, teasing them with his tongue. She held his head in her hands and pulled him closer, and as he began sucking her tits, she moaned gently as the sensation overcame her. The noise was almost a catlike purr.

"Like it?" he asked, pausing briefly.

"Yes," she whispered. "Please!" As he sucked, the warm muzzyness that had spread over her began to concentrate itself in her neck, nipples and groin, and she knew she wanted him to touch her cunt.

"Jacob?" she moaned. "Take off your pants, could you?"

He sat up and looked at her briefly, then unbuttoned his jeans, freeing his erect penis as he slid his underpants off. She undid her jeans and tossed them over her chair, then looked at Jacob. Taking off her jeans had distracted her from the sexual tension of the moment, and looking at Jacob's nude body, she decided it was her turn to excite him.

"Lie down, let me kiss you," she said.

She kissed him, letting her breasts drag gently on his chest. He hugged her, then used his free hands to fondle her breasts while she kissed her way down to his nipples. "Jacob?" she asked, between kisses. "Can I do something for you?"

"What?"

"I've been reading." She paused to suck on his nipple, and the slight quiver that ran through his body told her he liked it. "Last week, you said it would be too messy if I gave you an orgasm. It doesn't have to be; could I try giving you a blow job?"

"Are you sure?" he said, running his fingers through her hair and gently caressing her breasts. "I mean, I'd be grossed out by putting my mouth over someone's cock, and I just assumed you'd react the same way."

She sat up and looked at him. "Please let me decide what I think is too gross for me, OK?"

"OK," he said, then chuckled. "So much for romance."

Anne smiled down at Jacob. "Do you really call your penis a cock?"

"That's my word for it," he said. "You want me to use Latin and sound like a doctor?"

"No," she said, giggling. "I just, ... well, does it upset you to call my vagina a cunt? That's the word I've always used."

"I'm surprised," he said, sitting up. "I always thought it was sort of a male word, disrespectful ..."

Anne giggled. "So much for romance. So do you want me to try to give a blow job?"

"I guess so," he said. "I gather that the best way's supposed to be if I try to return the favor, kissing your, uh, cunt while you do my cock."

She looked at him, sensing his mixed emotions but eager to try some of the things she'd read about. "You want to try?"

He smiled at her. "I guess I've had a bit of a fantasy about what some guys call eating pussy for a long time."

She looked at him. His penis had been huge a minute ago, but while they were talking, it had shrunk noticeably. "OK, let's try. How?"

He looked thoughtfully at her. "How about trying it this way. I lie on the bed on my back and you kneel over my face facing towards my hips and bending down to do my cock. I'm no expert, so don't quote me."

"May as well try," she said laughing. They experimented, and with a few minor readjustments, they managed to find a position where each was able to reach their target without too much work.

Jacob tentatively stroked her fanny while she tentatively bent down and kissed the tip of his penis. "You're a bit wet," she said, tasting him with her tongue. "Tastes pretty good, actually. Want to try me?"

He held her around the hips and tentatively licked her cunt. "I'm glad you shave down here," he said, and then kissed her gingerly. You taste salty; can you come down a bit farther?"

She adjusted her hips a bit, then began to experiment seriously with his penis. It grew rapidly as she played with it, sliding her lips down it and, as the book had suggested, pretending it was a lollypop and licking and sucking it. His tentative experiments kissing her cunt intensified, and as his tongue explored her clitoris, the intense feeling she'd felt earlier returned.

He broke off as she tried sliding her mouth down over his cock. "Oh God that feels good Anne!" he said, sounding intense.

"Don't stop!" she said, then slid her lips down his cock again, feeling its rigid length press into her mouth. He began thrusting his hips in rhythm with her, and his hands around her hips tightened as he pulled her down over his mouth. She felt a wave of ecstasy sweep over her, not the intense ecstasy of an orgasm, but close.

She slid her mouth down over his penis again, and as he thrust his hips at her, Anne felt him come, squirting a small mouthful into her. For a moment, she was distracted from what he was doing to her cunt while she savored the new taste in her mouth. The flavor was slightly sweet, only a bit salty, and almost a bit soapy in texture.

His penis was still stiff, so she continued to suck on it as he kissed and licked her cunt. She felt a wave of pleasure surge through her with each probe of his tongue, and then in an explosive flash, the feeling of pleasure engulfed her as she came.

She rolled off his face, still hugging his hips and sucking the last of his juices from his now limp penis. "God, that felt good," he said. He gently stroked her hip with his hand. "Did I do it right?"

She let go of his penis almost reluctantly, savoring the lingering taste as it fell from her mouth. "You sure did. Let's do it again!"