Her first time receiving oral and giving back part 4 of 5

Her first time receiving oral and giving back part 4 of 5

I went back into the hallway and handed him the blanket.

"Thanks, sweetie," he said. I blushed and smiled. "Good night." He leaned down to give me a chaste kiss, allowing me to taste myself for the first time. The only word that popped into my mind was "tangy."

"I'll see you tomorrow morning," I said.

"Sweet dreams," he said smiling as he turned to go down the stairs. "Oh, and one more thing." He turned back to me at the top of the stairs, and said quietly, "Tomorrow, you're going to touchme." He went down the stairs before I could respond, leaving me to think about that statement until we saw each other again.

All throughout the next day, his promise ran on repeat through my thoughts: "You're going to touch me." No matter what I was doing, whether I was in class or eating breakfast, that sentence played over and over again. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach. Did I want to touch him? Yes, absolutely. I wanted to make him feel as good as he'd made me. Was I nervous about it? Hell yes. I'd never even seen a cock.

More than once, a teacher would admonish me for being too distracted or a fellow classmate would ask me if everything was okay. My distractedness and excitement grew all day, until finally my classes were all over. I practically ran back to my dorm to drop off my backpack and meet him in the basement.

I arrived breathless at the bottom of the stairs and broke out in a grin when I saw him reading a book on the couch, his almost-black hair wet from the shower. He'd heard me come down and looked up to see who it was. When he saw me, he smiled to match my own. "Hey," he said. "How was your day? Did you sleep well?" He leaned forward and put the book down on the coffee table, giving me his undivided attention.

"I slept fine," I teased, "but my day was so long and boring without you." I started crossing the room towards him, trying to keep a bounce out of my step. I was just so happy to see him again.

"How do you think I felt, all alone in this basement all day with nothing but a book to keep me company?" he teased right back. By the time he finished talking, I'd reached the couch and plopped down next to him. He added, more sincerely, "I'm happy to see you, Kate."

I wrapped my arms around his waist and snuggled my face into his shoulder. "I'm happy to see you too," I murmured. I felt him kiss the top of my head, sending pleasant little tingles down my spine.

"It's almost five o'clock," he said. "Are you hungry?"

"Starved."

After we'd eaten at the dining hall, we walked back to my brownstone, the sunset painting the sky gold and red. There was a warm breeze blowing, likely one of the last of the season before the cold set in. If it weren't for nerves making my stomach flip-flop around, I'd have felt downright blissful. As it was, I was far too anxious to appreciate the scenery or the weather. I only had one thing on my mind.

This is it, I told myself. If my roommate is in, he's going to take me back in that bathroom, and I'm going to touch him. I wouldn't have admitted this out loud to anybody, but the night before I had stayed up, Googling ways to pleasure a man. I hoped it would be good enough. I really wanted to do a good job and impress him.

As we neared the door, my heart rate steadily increasing, he turned towards me and asked me to pack an overnight bag. It took me a moment to register what he'd said, and when I did, I nearly tripped over one of the cracked, uneven stones that made up the sidewalk. He caught my arm and steadied me.

"Why would I need an overnight bag? Where are we going?" I was more confused than nervous at this point, and it must have shown on my face. He smiled reassuringly at me.

"Well, last night was kind of an impromptu thing. Don't get me wrong; I loved every second of it. But I want tonight to be a little more special than fooling around in a dorm bathroom. I want us to have privacy and space, so I booked us a room in a little motel not far from here. Is that okay?"

I was surprised, in a good way, as well as relieved. Now there was no chance of my roommate or anyone else on my floor hearing or walking in on us. I could let go and be myself, if I really wanted to. Privacy and space sounded wonderful, and I told him so. His smile lit up his whole face.

The motel was a small locally-owned place about 15 minutes from campus. The room was small, but clean. Despite the apparent cleanliness, the first thing we did was remove the bedspread and turn down the blanket and sheet. Once we got situated with our new surroundings, I was struck by an impulsive idea. Trying not to smile, I excused myself to the bathroom and quickly stripped down to my underwear. I didn't own anything resembling lingerie, but I had made an effort this morning to wear my skimpiest thong and a matching bra. Everything was black, and the bra had lace on the band. I decided to avoid the temptation to look in the mirror, because I knew my insecurities would make me chicken out.

I popped just my head out the window. "Hey!" I said, to get his attention. He turned to look at me and opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off. "Stay right there and close your eyes! Don't move, and don't peek!" He looked confused for a second, but acquiesced to my strange request.

I took a deep breath to steady my nerves and exited the bathroom. I walked slowly and quietly towards him, until I was standing about three feet in front of him. In a shaky voice, I said, "You can open now."

When he did, his eyes went through a variety of emotions - confusion, surprise, amusement, excitement, lust, and desire - all in the course of a second. He said nothing, but he reached out a hand and slowly traced a fingertip along the seam of my bra, where black lace met satiny skin.

I glanced down and noticed the bulge in his jeans. My heart kicked up a notch, but it was mostly excitement now, not anxiety. If my half-dressed body had done this much to him, imagine what the rest of me could do! I felt goosebumps raise along my flesh at the thought.

Continuing my brave streak, I slowly closed the remaining space between us and firmly planted my lips over his. I started the kiss off soft and slow, wanting but not daring to push it any further yet. I placed my hands on either side of his face as my tongue danced with his in a slow, passionate rhythm. A soft sigh escaped my lips as I felt his warm, strong hands encircle my waist, the feeling of flesh on flesh sending warmth directly to my center.

When nothing else happened in another minute or so, I realized what he was doing. He wanted me to be the instigator. He'd been telling me all this time that we wouldn't go farther or do anything I didn't want to, and now he was letting me put that into action, instead of asking me what was or wasn't okay as I just went along for the ride. I could feel the tension pouring off of him, and I imagined that for someone who usually took charge in these scenarios, waiting patiently must have been killing him. I felt my chest flood with appreciation and love that he would let me explore him in my own way, and at my own pace.

I poured all of that love into the kiss, increasing the pace and intensity until we were gasping for breath and I felt my lips bruising. With shaking hands, I started tugging on the bottom of his shirt. I wanted him to take it off, but I was too afraid to put that wish into words. He got the message, though, and broke the kiss momentarily to swiftly pull the shirt over his head. My lips recaptured his before the fabric even hit the floor.

I continued to taste him even as my hands wandered down to his belt. I tried unsuccessfully to unbuckle it without breaking contact, but my hands were too shaky and I wasn't used to unbuckling someone else's belt. He seemed to sense my determination and kept his arms on my waist instead of trying to help me. I liked it that way.

With the pesky belt out of the way, I turned my attention to the button and zipper on his jeans. I couldn't stop myself from thinking that this was the most I'd ever seen of him. Then once the jeans were off, we would be in a whole other ball game. I heard my own breathing, fast and shaky, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. With the nerves came a sense of anticipation. I wanted this to happen. I didn't want to turn back.

The button and zipper were much easier to undo than the belt, and his pants dropped to the floor. He stepped out of them without me asking and kicked them aside. I was staring down at his cock, making a tent out of his boxers. Inside his jeans, it had been impossible to tell how big it was. Here, it stood proudly out from his body. I estimated it to be 7 inches and balked a little. 7 inches? That's bigger than average, right? Is that really gonna fit inside of me?

I tore my gaze from his member and stepped back to admire the rest of him. I'd never seen this much of his body before. He had a flat stomach, a hairless chest, and strong, muscled arms. His legs were equally strong. He was no model, but he was attractive in a more rugged way, and I'd have bet he could win in almost any fight. Right now, his eyes were dark with desire and the faded glow from the table lamp cast shadows over his form. Everything combined into one dark, sexual picture that pulled at me in a very primal way. My baser instincts screamed at me, telling me I needed him, now.

"Bed," I forced out, pointing to the unmade bed. My voice was husky. He moved without hesitation and sat on the edge of the mattress, the springs making a slight noise of protest. I slowly walked over and stood between his legs, assuming the position he'd had over me last night in the bathroom. I stared into his eyes as I reached behind me and undid the clasp on my bra, removing it and tossing it on the floor with his jeans and shirt.

I knew I wouldn't be able to ask him for what I wanted next. There was no way I'd be able to force the words from my lips; I was far too shy to even consider trying. Instead, I thrust my chest towards him, hoping he'd get the hint. He did, taking one of my small pink nipples into his mouth. I threw my head back and moaned unabashedly. It felt good knowing no one would hear me. His tongue flicked against the little nub while he suckled, bringing first one then the other to stiff peaks. I felt moisture pooling between my lower lips, and reminded myself that tonight was about his pleasure, not mine.