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My Second Blowjob

This story is also dedicated to the pursuit of good, hot sex.

However, it's also dedicated to my editor, Litstoryeditor. Never have I had a better editor. I hope you get to see this in print!







On any particular night I could hear the moans and groans from across the hall in Andrea's room, and I knew exactly what she and Mark were getting up to. I was so, so envious. It seemed like when Andrea and Mark weren't getting it on, it was Shiela and Burt doing it, and banging the bedposts against our mutual wall. Only rarely was I tempted to go down the hall to ask them to keep it down, but most times, it was a turn on, and you guessed it, out came Mr. Cox.

But although the sights, sounds, smells, touches, and taste from my first encounter were still in my mind, they were beginning to fade in intensity. There was always Mr. Cox, and he didn't care. Hell, as long as I kept fresh batteries in him, he was happy enough. His long arm reached up inside my pussy, while his short arm (I thought of it as his thumb) worked all over my clit. The fun thing about Mr. Cox was how many different motions he had. You could work the power button through thrusting, to circular penetration, and I don't know what all else. From time to time I found myself wondering what his "long arm" would feel like up my ass, and his thumb in my pussy, but those strong Irish Catholic thoughts would come to mind: "Wrong, wrong, wrong, and shame on you for thinking that!" We'll see about that, I thought.

Ever since my previous adventure (going down on a hot guy in public place!), I frequently had Mr. Cox (my pornstar-sized pink vibrator) come out to play; during every single play session with Mr. Cox I daydreamed about that incredibly sexy scene in the men's room at the Haus Brau. Closing my eyes and calling up the memories, I remembered the scene...his climax...the white stream of semen painting my face from left to right, starting at the corner of my mouth and ending over my eyebrow. I remembered the brief taste I had of it: slightly salty, but certainly not unpleasant. I wondered what a whole mouthful would taste like, feel like, the hot warmth, all of it. Just thinking about it gets me drenched, I wanted so bad to feel a live cock in my pussy!

I went to class. I went to work. I spent time at home. (And although it has only a little bearing on this story, I laid plans on how escape my parents' house, permanent-like.) Through every activity I had the idea of a hot, throbbing cock up inside me, filling me. I had to have it!

Both Shiela and Andrea were impressed with my first adventure into the wide world of sexual experiences. They coached me on the next part, and they agreed with me, that intercourse should not happen just yet. There was so much more to learn and experience before that great Main Event!

In the meantime, I had Mr. Cox to entertain me and keep my imagination going, but I knew he was an inadequate substitute for the Real Thing. Mr. Cox spread me and filled me, but no heat...no weight behind it. I imagined how I'd wrap my legs around my lover's lower back and ass, how he'd kiss and nuzzle my neck, how he'd suck on my breasts, and how, at that precious moment, he'd fire a load of man juice deep into my pussy. "Hot and slippery" were the words Andrea used to describe her and Mark's mutual orgasm, on their first time together. I thought of those words every time I played with Mr. Cox, longing for that extra feeling.

I daydreamed, too, of a guy eating me out. I'd be on top, sucking his cock, squeezing (gently, mind you, for my male readers!) his balls, while he'd be under me, sucking and tonguing and ravishing my pussy. I get so wet, even now, thinking of that. MMmmm...

* * *


It didn't help that midterms were underway when things began to heat up. I told my parents that I was interested in pledging a sorority. Surprisingly, they were good with that. Any way to get out of the house, right? My second thought was it would be a great way to meet guys! Now the question was which one. There were several on campus, and I had no idea where to turn. As usual though, I turned to my two best friends.

"Really?" Shiela asked. "I wouldn't have thought you would be up for that. I don't know if I'd do that. I mean, if you joined one, you'd pretty much be 'locked in' to their activities. Now days, there's not so much focus on partying and getting laid and stuff. Mind you, I imagine it still happens, but I bet it's rare. But if you want to, then that's cool. But here's a thought: what would you say to you, Andrea, and me going in for an apartment together?"

"I'd love it, it just depends on whether I can afford it... or whether my parents would foot the bill."

"They probably wouldn't have to. Or at least not much. Go for another scholarship!

"And you two? How do I answer the 'peer pressure' question?"

"Do you really think you have to? Meesha, you have excellent grades, your friends are great, I mean, not a distraction, and besides, think of the convenience! Close to campus – you can walk – no parking, no gas, none of that crap."

I knew she was right. This was a Saturday night, at least five weeks after my first BJ. This time it was just Shiela and me; Andrea was out with Mark. I wished for another opinion, but I knew I'd get it soon enough.

* * *


By the end of the autumn semester, I found out I'd gained the scholarship! It wasn't much, and I'd still have to pay a little bit, but still, it meant that the three of us could afford to move in together. I was pretty stoked at the idea!

Over the holiday break, we went apartment shopping. It wasn't easy, and after a week we still hadn't found anything really close to campus. Finally we got a place a little further from campus. It was sparsely furnished and it came with conditions: no wild partying, no smoking, no pets, that sort of thing. That wasn't a big deal to us; we enjoyed ourselves out in town and came home to sleep it off. We signed the lease and spent the rest of the break moving in. All three of us were looking forward to the coming semester and the opportunities it held.

It was a three-bedroom apartment, which meant we each had a bit of privacy. Shiela and I chose the two rooms next to one another, and Andrea was on the other side of the hall. We had a nice, cozy apartment, and more importantly, we had total freedom. Shiela and Andrea took advantage of the fact, and Burt and Mark stayed over on occasion. The walls weren't that thick, and when Shiela and Burt were getting it on, I could pretty much hear everything. I was so envious! I would lay in my bed while they fucked and rub my clit while working Mr. Cox in and out of my pussy; working myself to orgasm while listening to them fuck. It was wonderful, but still left me craving the real thing. Soon enough it would be me taking a nice hard cock and my roommates who had to hear it through the walls.

* * *


I had to take at least four semesters of undergrad Psych on my pre-med track, and it happened that Psychology102 was in the same lecture hall, with the same professor, and the same guy I had been crushing on in the back row. My pussy was wet pretty much every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday morning when I came into the lecture hall. There was something about this guy's attention, focused on me, that had me really turned on. I imagined he was undressing me with his eyes. Did he sit in the back of the room, getting hard under his desk, imagining the same things I did?

We were still in the depths of winter, and since I was walking to class, I frequently bundled up in a formless hooded parka and gloves. And boots. I'd bought a pair very similar to the pair that Andrea had loaned me in early autumn. Mostly I wore them with my jeans over them, but sometimes I tucked my jeans inside. It made me think of my experience at the Haus Brau. Besides that, when I tucked the legs of my jeans into my boots, it was a lot warmer. Or maybe I was just hotter for the experience. My gloves were my favorite piece of the outfit. They were fine black leather, soft and perfectly fitted, coming about a third the way up my forearms. The thing I love about gloves is the way they hold and caress each finger, and the way you can feel the stretch of the leather against the palm of your hand when you open your hand and spread your fingers, and then the stretch over the back of your hand, as you curl your fingers into a fist. The thought of them wrapped around a hard cock, pumping it smoothly gets my pussy soaked!

My dear anonymous friend was still in the back row, and I was in the same seat as in the fall, closer to the front of the lecture hall. I caught him once or twice licking his lips, but maybe it was because he was cold and had chapped lips. Or maybe it was a subtle sign that said he was interested in me, thinking about me, my body, what it might be like to enjoy it. I often thought of how Shiela had described me as, "Eminently fuckable." I imagined this guy shared her thought, and felt the same.

Many nights I'd go back to our apartment and masturbate myself to exhaustion. Mr. Cox didn't care, but it was getting a little old. I couldn't get Andrea's words, "hot and slippery," out of my mind. I could scarcely wait for the real thing!

It happened that for a few days late in January I got sick, and couldn't make it to any of my classes. I knew I was going to have a lot to catch up on, and I hoped I could do it. Then it occurred to me that this might be a very good excuse to meet my anonymous friend in the back row, and ask to borrow his notes for the two days I'd missed class. Perfect!

* * *


To say I was nervous would be an understatement. On the one hand, I knew I had a lot of catching up to do, but on the other, I wanted to know a whole lot more about him!

So there it stood.

I was so nervous I nearly had to hold my hands together to keep them from shaking. After class I grabbed my gloves and books, and practically ran up the stairs before he could get away. "Hey," I started, "would it be OK if I borrowed your notes from Monday and Wednesday?

"Um, sure," he answered, a small smile growing.

I don't know who was more nervous, him or me.

"Thanks!" I said, as he got out his notebook.

"The professor announced Monday that there's a quiz coming up next week, Friday. Thought you should know," he said.

"Thanks," I said. "I'm Meesha, by the way."

"Hi Meesha. I'm Frank." He extended his hand, which I took. Was he trembling as well?

"Hi Frank. Say, if it doesn't sound too forward, could I get your phone number so I can get this back to you before as soon as I can?" I smiled at him and tried to make flirty eyes, in the hope he'd pick up on the sub-text.

"Sure," he said, and gave it to me.

"Thanks! You're a big help."

"You're very welcome, Meesha. Best of luck with my notes. Hope to hear from you soon!"

Yeah, you don't know the half of it! I thought. I could hardly wait to call him!

He went out the door on his way to his next class. I set down my backpack and stuffed everything into it, then pulled on my gloves. Then, with my mind still adrift with thoughts of Frank an idea hit me: what would it feel like to give a handjob in these? I headed out of the lecture hall.

* * *


I texted Shiela and Andrea as soon as I could. "Got his name and phone number!"

"Well done!" Shiela responsed.

An instant later I got one from Andrea. "Way to go, girlfriend!"

I shivered suddenly, and it wasn't due to the cold weather. I could hardly wait for our next meeting!

* * *


I had a lot of study and homework to catch up on, and I tried like mad to keep my mind on my studies. My parents had told me that I could stay in the apartment only if I could keep my grades up. Honestly, I had to wonder what in the world what they were so worked up about. I mean, with a full-ride scholarship, and me at 22 and carrying a 3.8 GPA, did they really have any business hassling me about this? After tasting the freedom of the apartment I never wanted to go back.

Anyway, and obviously, psychology was the first topic I dove into. Frank had nice, neat handwriting, and took clear notes. It was hard to study staring down at the crisp little letters, and my mind kept drifting to Frank's other qualities. I won't bore you with the list of classes I had to make up, but with 18 credit hours, it was a lot of tedious work.

It was Sunday evening by the time I was caught up with the class, and I figured I'd be able to return them to him that Monday morning. For some reason, he wasn't in class that morning.

With trembling hands I punched in his number.

"Hello? This is Frank."

"Hi Frank. Meesha. Thanks for the notes; you were a big help." That was true enough. "When can I get them back to you?"

"This evening would be great," he answered. "And... could I borrow yours? Missed this morning. Where can I meet you?"

Between my legs would be good, I thought, grinning to myself. "Across Fifth at the Frontier Bar and Grill?"

The Frontier Bar and Grill, while not what I would call a "dive," was a popular hang-out for students. They served alcohol as asked, but mostly short-order food and coffee. In short, it was a good place for students to gather. I don't know that it made for such a good study place, but that was me.

"Sounds good. Say around seven?"

"Seven is great!" I answered, hoping not to sound too eager.

"See you there," he answered, and the phone call was over.

Well, that was kind of abrupt, I thought, looking at my phone. But then I thought of his frequent glances at me, and his tongue, slowly licking his lips. I hoped I wasn't mistaken about him.

I rushed into our apartment, bursting to tell Andrea and Shiela the news.

"Gonna meet him tonight at the Frontier!" I said.

Shiela and Andrea looked up from the table where they were studying, both grinning.

"Go slow," Shiela said.

"And don't come across too strong," Andrea added.

"And come back and tell us everything!" Shiela said.

* * *


Six thirty and a howling snowstorm. Boot weather. Leather glove weather. I made careful work of tucking my jeans into my boots. I was getting more turned on by the minute, until I realized it was too cold for that delicious sweater showing my cleavage. It wasn't exactly windproof. Now what? Maybe a button down shirt, with a camisole underneath? Yeah, that'd work, I thought. Besides, it'd be layered, and more insulation against the weather. However, with some bit of chagrin, I noticed in the mirror as I buttoned my shirt that it didn't quite fit any more. The button over my breasts was straining as though waiting to pop out. Well, that's too bad, I thought. It was sexy, although a tiny bit obscene, and the shirt and the cami were thin enough for my nipples to poke out.

The woman who looked back at me in the mirror was striking. I had my red hair up, which I thought made me all the sexier. I'd always loved my light green eyes, and I did what I could with eyeshadow and mascara to make them stand out even more. I remembered Sieila's words again: "Eminently fuckable." I smile at that, and decided against the lipstick. I ran my tongue over my lips, and decided some lip gloss would be good.

I knew my parents wouldn't approve of all this, but so what? I was so, so tired of being the good little "Irish Catholic girl" with the imposing strict upbringing that I was raised in. Way too strict and confining, I thought. I went out to the living room to Shiela and Andrea. "What do you think, girls?"

"I think that's perfect," Andrea said.

"Want to borrow my leather coat?" Shiela asked.

"'K. Don't wait up for me!"

It was her long leather coat, almost a trench coat. Much sexier than my parka. I grabbed the coat from the corner of the sofa and was out the door, and a short walk later I was at the Frontier. Shiela's coat did not work. The way I'd put my hair up exposed bare skin. I turned the collar up, but the snow and the wind bit at my bare neck. I made a mental note to wear a scarf with it if I borrowed it again. I pulled the door open and scanned the room and bar, looking for Frank.

There! Seated in a booth, sort of scanning the room. I suddenly noticed that I was wet, and not just from the melting snow! Again. As I walked up to him, I could feel my pussy lips slipping together.

"Hi Frank," I said.

"Hi yourself, Meesha. You look like you're dressed for the weather."

"I am." I hoped he saw my boots, but at least, I saw him stealing a glance at my gloves and my chest, my boobs. He couldn't possibly not notice my stiff nipples straining against the fabric of my top. Some women find that staring irritating, me included, but right then I could give a damn. Stare all you want! And tell me what you want!

"Got your notes here," I said as I slipped off my borrowed coat and slid into the booth opposite him.

"Get anything out of them?"

"I did. Probably better than I could have done." I took off my gloves and laid them on the table between us. "Here's your notebook," I said.

"Thanks. You know, those gloves of yours sure look well-broken in. They hold the shape of your hands perfectly!"

What a non-sequitur, I thought. But I didn't care, "Well, thank you. I really like them." Moisture missile, straight to my pussy. I smiled at Frank then shifted in my seat, squirming a little as my soaked pussy reacted to his attentions.

"Something wrong?" he asked.

"No, not at all." Not at all, girl; that's pure bullshit and you know it. Except you just about made me cream myself. I decided to keep on the academic track for the moment despite my growing arousal. "Say, you take such good notes. What would you say to studying together at some point?"

"That'd be great," he answered immediately. "Don't know where. This place is kind of noisy. Maybe the old section of the library? I like it there. Totally quiet, seems very scholarly, yah know?"

"Never thought about it really. Usually I'm at home with my friends, but maybe that'd be a good change."

"I'm usually there every night."

"Sounds good. I've only been there once or twice, but I get what you mean by scholarly. You mean The Monastery, right? That was the way nearly everybody I knew referred to it. You could hear a pin drop in that old hall.

"I do," Frank said.

"Take it up after classes on Friday?"

"Monday. Got too much work in other classes."

The next Monday night couldn't come soon enough I thought to myself. My thoughts were running wild with the possibilities of our next encounter. I sat there nearly coming in my panties next to this incredibly cute guy. He had moved down from his back-row seat and was now next to me, albeit separated by a couple of seats. Anyway, after a quick drink Frank headed out and I started walking home. As soon as I walked into the apartment Shiela and Andrea were bursting to hear my news.

"We've got a study date Monday night!" I exclaimed.

"No shit!" Andrea said.

"None indeed!" I answered. "The Monastery."

"Wow," she said. "That guy sounds serious about his studies."

I caught them up on all the details of the meeting, particularly how cute Frank was, and how I couldn't wait for our next meeting. I left out the part about how I was soaked right now and dying to "go to bed" with Mr. Cox, for a little relief.

* * *


The weekend passed in a blur of studying. Monday evening I got to the library early after my classes and settled into a table in the old section of the library, (the Monastery), we had talked about. I picked a table in the back that was mostly out of the way so we could have as much privacy as possible. I settled in and cracked open my books but I was so nervous I could scarcely keep my mind on my studies. I kept looking up, beyond the soft warm glow of the table lamps, wondering when I'd see Frank. I was dressed just the same as I was when we met at the Frontier. My nipples were hard and when I twisted my upper body, I felt the smooth satin of my cami skim across my boobs. I was getting fucking horny, and Frank wasn't even here yet! I made sure to sit at the end of the long table, and extend my booted legs out into the aisle.
"Hiya," Frank whispered. I jumped. It annoyed me that I hadn't seen him come in, but the ancient floor was silent, and I swear, he had the footfalls of a cat. "Sit next to you?" he asked.

"Sure. Please." My stomach knotted, and I felt my pulse in my throat.

"You're likely to trip someone, holding your legs out in the aisle like that. Anyway, I'm looking forward to having a good study partner. Makes the hard work go by much faster."

"Me too," I answered. "Sometimes it gets a little rowdy at home." That was true enough. What with Burt banging Shiela about three or four times a week, and Andrea coming home late at night with Mark, it was a little hard to concentrate on study! Oh, how I envied them! But with any luck, I might be able to come home with Frank, and do the same.

We were in a section of the course called "aberrant psychology," which I found amusing, considering the present circumstances. I already had my book open to the section, and was looking up at Frank and reading with equal attention.

We shortly got into the topic at hand, when I noticed him slide his notebook over to me.

"Sexy boots, Meesha," he'd written. "Very cute!"

"Thanks," I said in a regular speaking voice. I noticed a few annoyed people look around them, and then at me. Absolute silence was apparently sacrosanct. I went back to my book and notes, and thought about how to respond. In the margin of my notebook I wrote, "You're cute, too." I looked at him as I turned the notebook so he could see. I noticed him shift in his chair.

"You're HOT," he wrote back.

Another moisture missile, homing right in on my heat. I could feel my soft wetness as I shifted my legs.

I felt like I was 18 again, this business of passing notes back and forth.

"Thank you. But we won't get much studying done, like this," I wrote back. The old hall was so quiet I could hear my pencil scratching on the paper.

"True enough," he wrote back.

"Back to Milgram's experiment," I wrote.

I felt rather than heard his chair shift slightly toward me. Was this really happening?

I suddenly felt his lips on my cheek, and then I looked at him again. In the words of the song, I heard, "I stole one kiss, it was a near miss, she looked at me like I was Jack the Ripper." Only I didn't look at him that way. When I looked, his face was a picture of concentration on his book and notes. Now what? Return the favor, I thought. I leaned in close and pecked him on the cheek. He kept buried in his books.

So much for that, I thought. Shortly he passed his notebook toward me again. "HOT," was all he had written.

"What's hot?" I wrote back. The spot on my cheek where you kissed me is smoldering right now, for one thing, I thought.

"You are. Your boots. Your gloves. You are hot." He had underlined last three words: "You are hot."

I hesitated a minute, thinking about what to write back. Then I decided to go for it...

I took my gloves out of my coat pocket and slipped them on. "Get your dick out." I wrote in the margin of my notebook, drawing a little smiling face next to it.

He just turned and stared at me, finally he wrote back. "Here?"

I just smiled back at him, and placed my gloved hand on his leg.

That was all the affirmation he needed. There was a good bit of wrestling and some commotion as he freed his cock from his jeans. He looked around a little nervously at the nearest people but he was clearly game for it.

I slid my hand up his leg past his open jeans, and then to his cock. He was hard by the time I wrapped my leather clad hand around his stiff member, I began stroking back and forth a little. "OK so far?" I whispered in a breathy tone, enjoying the feel of his solid shaft.

"It is, but this isn't the place! I don't want to get permanently kicked out of here, and I don't think you do, either!" He paused. "But fuck yeah. Oh, that feels nice," he moaned very softly, keeping his voice low, "but we can't finish here ..."

"OK, then. Where?"

"Dorm room."

"When?"

"Tonight!...wait...shit, my room mate will be there. Tomorrow night?"

"Excellent." I said, playfully, releasing his throbbing cock from my soft leather grip. "Now, if you don't mind I'd like to get back to studying, sir!"

Excellent, indeed. Back to Milgram and a couple other topics for a while, and we wrapped up around ten. On my walk home I was trying to remember what I had learned, but all I could think of was the warm pulse of his cock in my leather-clad hand.

* * *


Andrea and Shiela were beside themselves with admiration.

"But you be careful, ok?" Andrea said.

"Yeah. No sex yet," Shiela added.

"You two sound like my parents!"

"No, we just want to make sure you have a good time, without any regrets."

"Fair enough. Which by the way, is why I started on The Pill three months ago."

"Wondered how you were going to handle that," Shiela said. "Nice bit of planning."

"For a virgin," Andrea added.

I stuck out my tongue at her. "Not for much longer, I hope," I shot back.

* * *


I texted Frank on Tuesday evening, asking for an address. 26 Hodgkins Hall.

I was dressed same as at our study session, in boots with my jeans tucked into them, Shiela's leather coat, and my gloves. Fuck, was I nervous!

I rapped on the door at #26, and heard, "Just a minute!" It was Frank's voice. The door opened in a matter of seconds, and there was Frank.

"Wow," he said. "Come on in!" His roommate was apparently out for the night, so no interruptions!

"Wow?"

"Yeah. As in 'Wow, you're fucking hot!' I've been thinking about you non-stop since the library! Come in and have a seat." He pointed to two comfortable-looking chairs in the room.

"So have I, Frank. So have I. But I have to confess, I don't quite know where or how to start. Your ideas?" I said as I sat down.

He was silent for a while. "Well, what is it we have in common? What brings you to Psych?"

"I have to take four semesters of it for Pre-med. You?"

"You'll laugh."

"I promise I won't."

"Ok. Well, I'm in the college of Arts and Humanities. Specifically, I'm studying for a degree in mathematics. I have to take a couple classes in psychology, as part of the A&M college."

"So as one student to another, what does a degree in mathematics get you? It's rather clear to me where the pre-med track goes. But you?"

"Teaching. Research. Insurance. A few other places."

"Ok."

There was an awkward silence.

"You know, I don't think this meeting was about academics," Frank said.

"No?" I asked coyly. I raised my eyebrows and licked my lips, hoping to look seductive.

"No, I'm pretty sure it wasn't." he said smiling back, "I think some evidence might be in your notebook. I have to say, your whole outfit, from top to bottom, is hot! I love the gloves and boots. Hot. Scorching hot!

I wasn't quite sure how to respond to this, and my brain was in danger of being taken over by my pussy.

"Then tell me what you want to do with them. My boots."

He paused, thinking. "Well, I'd like to get my hands all over them. I love a woman in boots, who knows what she wants." He paused again. "And who isn't afraid to ask for it."

Now it was my turn to pause for a moment and think. "I'd welcome your hands on them," I answered. I got up from my chair and took the single step over to him. I knocked his feet apart and placed my foot between his legs, the toe of my boot right at his crotch. "Touch. Lick. Do what you want." I paused. "Do whatever makes you hard..." I said in a quieter voice.

He wasted no time in bending his head toward my calf, hugging and stroking it. "This is so hot, Meesha. How did you guess I had such a turn-on for boots?" His hands were stroking, caressing, feeling, squeezing my boots. I was getting even more turned on.

I had taken off my gloves when I came into the dorm, but now I reached into my pockets to get them out. "I had a feeling you did. Most guys do, I think. Now watch," I told him. His hands were still roaming over my boots.

"Watch?"

"Watch me put my gloves on. Think of 'em on your cock. Tell me what you want. I want to hear it from you." My pussy throbbed with strong heat and need, but it was going to have to wait. I pulled the gloves on. "Think you're ready for this?"

"I've been ready for this since from pretty much the first time I saw you." He planted a big, sucking wet kiss on my boot. "Do me, Meesha."

I wondered what to say or do next. My pussy was on fire, and there was little more I could think of. "Take off your jeans and lay on the bed," I said. I loved how commanding – or at least, I thought it was that way – my voice was.

Frank lost his clothes from the waist down, which surprised me.

"I think I told you to lay down. Not get undressed," I said. A powerful surge of adrenaline coursed through me. I felt in charge, in command. And I was secretly pleased. In an instant, I thought how I'd tell all this to Shiela and Andrea. But for now...

"Bed," I directed. I was getting off on this "being in charge" stuff. I watched, entranced, as he laid back on his bed, without his jeans or underwear. His hard cock stood up, curving to his upper body. He moved one hand down to it. I slapped it away.

"I didn't tell you to touch it!" I said. "That's for me to do." I got on the bed and straddled him, facing his cock. I learned later from Shiela that this was the Reverse Cowgirl position. Mind you, I still had all my clothes on, but the position was the same. "Squeeze my legs and my butt," I said. I wrapped my gloved hands around his cock and bent forward. I placed my lips against him. This was going to be so, so much better than the BJ a couple months prior at the Haus Brau. I felt like I was totally in charge, and I was going to take this at my own pace. I felt him slip one hand up along my inner thigh. With the other he squeezed my boot. I opened my mouth and took him in, just past the crown.

"Fuck, Meesha. Do me. Let me come in your mouth. I want to fuck your mouth."

"Pretty soon, Frank. Pretty soon. I opened my mouth all the way and took in his whole length. I didn't think I could do it without gagging, but I did. I guess that's what having sex does for you, yes? With one hand at the bottom of his cock, and the other holding one of his hands, I guided his cock to the back of my mouth. I took him in and out a couple times. "What do you think so far?" I asked.

"Fan-fucking-tastic," he answered. "Excellent. I want to come in your mouth."

"Just exactly what I had in mind," I said. "Just tell me when." I had no idea how to take his thrusting cock into my mouth when he came; I only knew that I wanted to feel his hot splash of semen in my mouth. Not across my face. In my mouth. Every last drop.

I bobbed my head up and down on his man-meat, reveling in every sense. I saw it. I touched it. I could smell him. I could taste him. I heard his groans of ecstasy as I let him screw my mouth as I went up and down on him.

"Oh fuck, Meesha," he moaned. "I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna come in your mouth."

"Squeeze my ass, Frank." I took his cock deep into my mouth again and then up just a little. I felt his strong hands on my butt. "Do me, Frank. Do my mouth."

It happened in a second, and it was over in ten. In those precious ten seconds, he flooded my mouth with his semen. I couldn't believe how horny I was. I felt each thrust, each throb, each pulse as he came in my mouth. I reached one hand down and none-too-gently squeezed his nut sack. "Give it to me, Frank. Give it all to me." I almost couldn't speak for the extra juice in my mouth. I squeezed hard and heard him moan. I couldn't believe how much there was. I sat up and took my hands away from him. I placed one hand at my lips, and the other at my throat. I swallowed.

My first completed blowjob! And oh fuck, was I horny. I had to do something to relieve the sexual stress I felt. I knew exactly what it was I wanted.

"We have to do something else," I said.

He groaned in his post-orgasmic bliss. "I'll do whatever you want, darling."

That was a good invitation. "Eat my pussy," I said. I got up from the bed and began unfastening my jeans. "Give me an orgasm." It was a bother that my jeans wouldn't go down farther than my boots, but I fixed that in a moment. I took one boot off and slipped that leg of my jeans off. I sat down in one of the chairs, my legs open. "Suck my puss, Frank."

"How about you lay on the bed?"

That sounded like a better idea, so I did. I pulled my legs and hips up and opened my legs. I had no idea what to expect, only that it was going to be incredibly hot.

Frank was on the bed in a second, and had his mouth on my pussy in the next. He pressed two fingers against me, opening my outer lips. With his other hand, in concert with his mouth, he began tongue lashing my clit. I could scarcely believe how wet I was! He began gently sucking on my clit and attacking it with his tongue, while working his fingers in and out of me. This was so, so much better than Mr. Cox! My heat was nearly unbearable, but I knew I'd have to wait. After a considerable effort to focus my attention on the here and now, I let go and let Frank go at my pussy as he wanted. I was beside myself with lust, and soon began shaking and rolling my head back and forth. My orgasm wasn't far off!

"Three fingers, baby. Then I'll make you come," he said.

I didn't say anything but I didn't care. Suddenly I felt an increased pressure in my vagina. Three fingers, is that what he said? I didn't really care, so long as he kept up his oral action on my clit and the other point of our joining, with his fingers pumping in and out.

In a sudden rush of heat I went over the edge. "Ohmigod, Frank! I'm... I'm... I'm coming! Do me, Frank, do me hard!" That was the extent of my speech. I think I may have squealed in delight, I don't know, in fact, I don't care, but I do remember that his oral attention on my clit and his fingers in my puss pushed me right over the edge in orgasmic bliss.

I think he slowed down, to allow me some time to recover, and then stood up. I was hot, but no longer bothered. Just hot. An enormous sense of tremendous relaxation enveloped me, and I was nearly tempted to strip my clothes and crawl into bed with him. But I knew I couldn't do it. Not yet. It depended on where this relationship was going to go! I knew where I wanted it go, but now was not the time to choose. Instead, I lay there on his bed, reveling with a great sense of peace and relaxation. I could so easily go to sleep, right there! But it wasn't time for that. Not yet. And who knew if Frank was the right guy for me. I knew I'd find out sooner or later, but honestly, right then I couldn't be bothered to think of it. Frank brought me out of my reverie.

"I take it you liked that?"

It took me a moment to process his words. "You could say that, yes." I rolled over to one side, my bare leg and crotch still obscenely exposed. I looked at him. First-time confessions did not seem to be in order, but I had to say something.

"Frank, that was fantastic! But let me ask you a question: do you practice that?"

"Not often. Maybe three, four times before?"

Three or four? He was nearly a novice at this as I was!

"Something bothering you, Meesha?"

I decided that maybe first-time confessions would be all right. "No, not at all. However, I should tell you that you're the first to have eaten me out."

"Really? Well, I'm honored to have the privilege! And about that blowjob? That was fan-fucking-tastic! So may ask you? Do you practice that?"

It was an embarrassing question, in a way. I sat up and swung my feet off the bed, and began pulling on my jeans. "You were the second," I said, as I stood up to fasten them.

"No shit?"

"None! I blew a guy a couple months ago. Didn't swallow, though. He sprayed right across my face. So, you're the first I've taken to completion!"

"Nice," Frank said. "Say, how'd you like some help getting your other boot on?"

"Yes sir, if you please," I replied elegantly. I felt a good deal of pleasure at the offer. I extended my leg to him.

He took my boot and made careful work of wrapping the lower leg of my jeans around my calf. He bent forward and sucked my toes.

I shivered. "Much more of that and we'll have to go again," I said.

"I've always loved a woman in boots, Meesha," he answered. He zipped up the boot and helped me to stand up."

"I think we should study more together. It works better that way. But I think the old section of the library is out. There are plenty of good places for quiet study in the regular section. The Monastery is fine, but only for solo study."

"I think I'd have to agree with you there. There's privacy, but total silence is sacred."

"Done." See you Wednesday morning?"

"Wednesday it is. And thank you, so much, for the... the..." he seemed at a loss for words.

"Diversion, maybe you mean?"

"That'll work."

"Kiss."

We came together like two long-time lovers and kissed deeply.

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