Tom had thought that would be the end of things. Amy had gotten what she wanted, he'd gotten a decent blow job, and soon the summer would roll to a close and he'd be off to his second year at State. He found himself thinking about his plans for a major. Last year, he'd figured that he'd probably do a Management major like everyone else. It seemed like the thing to do: graduate, make money, live in style.
But he also liked working outdoors. On a whim, he'd signed up for a botany course and had really taken a shine to it. Through the prof, who had been impressed with how easily the material came to him, Tom had learned about the Landscape Architecture program. It might mean an extra year, but as he worked in the yard while his parents were at work, the idea steadily grew on him.
Weeding was supposed to be one of those chores that everyone hated. He actually didn't mind it. It felt good to get his hands dirty.
About a week after his encounter with Amy, on one of his days off from the pool, Tom had finished mowing the lawn and was just toweling off after a cool shower when the doorbell rang. Thinking it was just one of his buddies, Tom just wrapped his towel around his waist and went to answer the door.
There stood Amy, fidgeting slightly and shifting from foot to foot.
Taken aback, it took Tom a moment to say, "Amy...hi. Uh, what brings you here?"
Inwardly, however, his brain was shouting 'Duh!' at him. Gee, let's see, what could she possibly want?
"Can I come in?" she asked.
After about a split-second's hesitation, Tom stepped back and waved her inside. He was curious, but not worried. He'd hung out with Joe since Amy's blow-job lesson, and when it became clear that big brother was none the wiser, Tom felt confident that their secret was safe.
"Let me just go put on some clothes," Tom excused himself and started toward his room.
Amy's voice halted him in his tracks. "I want to try it again."
Slung low on his hips, the towel stirred slightly. Tom pivoted and stared at Amy, not really surprised but a little wary.
"Come again?" he said. When she smirked uncontrollably at his unintended pun, Tom sighed and added, "What brought this on? I thought we'd satisfied your curiosity."
"Yeah, but...it wasn't as good as it could have been, was it?" Amy countered, folding her arms across her chest.
"Amy, it was just fine," Tom protested. "Honestly, it was really--"
"Nice, I know. You told me," Amy conceded. "But it could have been better. Something about you seemed...I don't know, disappointed a little. Like it was good, but not great."
And then Tom saw it.
That competitive gleam in Amy's eyes. He'd known that she was driven to be the best when she ran on the cross-country team. No doubt it came from trying to keep up with her big brother. Joe had set his fair share of records in swimming -- the 100-meter fly, the 50-meter freestyle. He'd definitely taken home some trophies.
Tom almost laughed. Sure, why should her competitive spirit stop at sports? It looked like her Olympic drive to excel had found a new outlet: his cock.
Tom rested his hands on his hips and arched an eyebrow. "Look, what are we talking about Amy? One more try? Two? Ten?"
Amy lowered her gaze for a moment, absently wetting her lips with her tongue. Her hesitance, which was in such contrast to the proposal she was making, sent another stir of interest through Tom's groin. This was the stuff of fantasy: a fresh, young woman eager to practice her techniques on his body.
"How about until I do better than 'nice'? I'd like to try for mind-blowing," Amy said at last, meeting his eyes with a tentative smile.
There was a brief moment in which Tom thought about just showing her the door and avoiding her for the rest of the summer. This would mean lying to one of his buddies, and Joe was a really good guy. However, Amy seemed determined, and he had a feeling she'd be hard to refuse.
Besides, he wasn't that sure he wanted to refuse. Certain parts of his anatomy were screaming to take her up on her offer. Ultimately, they won out.
"Okay," he agreed. Stepping close to her, Tom continued, "But if you want to learn mind-blowing, then we have to start the right way."
Before Amy could say anything, Tom took her face in his hands and kissed her, slow and deep. Although she was startled at first, she didn't pull away but instead parted her lips and twined her tongue with Tom's as it thrust into her mouth.
When he'd kissed her breathless, Tom reached for her hand and led her down the hall to his room. By now, the towel around his waist was visibly tented over his groin. He adjusted the Venetian blinds on his window to ensure complete privacy, then let the towel drop from his waist.
With inward satisfaction, Tom noted the glimmer of delighted awe in Amy's eyes as she ran them over his nude form. The closet had been pretty dark, so he guessed she'd never really gotten the chance to see him. Without being vain, he was proud of his body. Four years on the high school swim team had sculpted lean, sinewy muscles along his entire frame. His shoulders were powerful and his broad chest tapered to a flat abdomen and taut thighs. Tom let her take in an eyeful before he crossed toward her and placed his hands on her hips.
Slowly, he slid his hands beneath her tee shirt and up her smooth tummy to fan across her breasts. Amy's breathing instantly quickened. In her eyes, Tom could see a combination of excitement and fear. Reassuringly, he murmured, "If you're going for mind-blowing, you have to get comfortable with being touched in addition to touching. Giving really good head isn't something you do *to* a guy, it's something you do *with* him."
Wordlessly, Amy nodded and let him take off her shirt, then her bra. Tom eased her down to the bed as he undressed her. The shaky breaths that whispered from her lips became a sudden gasp as Tom lowered his head and sucked her tiny nipple into his mouth. He let his hands roam all over her as he teased and licked her aroused peak, and soon Amy was running her hands over his back, lightly scratching with her fingernails.
They kissed for a while, feeling each other out as Tom's cock got harder and harder. When Amy began teasing it with her fingers, Tom eased back against the pillows near his headboard and spread his legs so she could settle in between.
The contrast with her first attempt at a blow job was phenomenal. In the darkened, cramped closet, she'd been hesitant and uncertain of herself, although she'd gotten the job done. Now, she was aroused. Her lips were swollen and moist from the ravishing Tom had given them.
Amy closed those ravished, wet lips around the weeping tip of his cock and began sucking him with gusto. When she stroked her hands over his thighs and caressed his balls, her touch was no longer shy and inquisitive. The heat that Tom had stirred deep within her radiated through her every gesture. She lavished his cock with affection, teasing the sensitive 'V' of flesh just beneath the tip with soft flicks of her tongue. When she started to bob up and down, sucking his dick with zeal and massaging his balls like she never wanted to stop, Tom met her with eager thrusts of his hips.
Panting, Tom threaded his fingers through Amy's soft, red hair, gently brushing it away from her face. He massaged her scalp, squeezing urgently every now and then when she did something that felt especially good. Pure ecstasy.
Soft moans filled the air as Amy sucked with increasing frenzy on his throbbing staff. Tom was achingly hard. Pleasure buzzed all through him. When he felt his balls tighten almost painfully, Tom managed to bite out, "Amy, I'm almost there. You don't have to swallow, but it feels best if I can cum in your mouth."
Anxious but determined, she looked him in the eye and kept going until he came with a powerful surge of fire and spent himself in her mouth. Tom squeezed his eyes shut and rode the waves, his entire body racked with the intensity of his orgasm.
As he came down, Tom noticed Amy slipping away from the bed. She bent over his wastebasket and spit out a mouthful of his cum, still too squeamish to swallow. Tom sighed.
When Amy returned to his side, he pulled her down and proceeded to kiss her soundly. He wasn't going to rush her to do anything she couldn't handle, but he wanted to show her that there was nothing to feel squeamish about. She stiffened slightly at first when he ran his tongue inside her mouth, tasting himself, but he knew how to be a persuasive kisser. Soon, Amy relaxed into his embrace.
Definitely an improvement over the first time.
The weeks of summer rolled on, and at least two times every week -- sometimes three -- Amy and Tom would find a way to sneak off, unnoticed by friends or family, so that Tom could reap the benefits of her campaign to learn how to give mind-blowingly good head. Sometimes they would hole up in his room; others, they would venture into the woods just on the outskirts of their housing development; and on one special occasion, when Joe was out of town and Tom's parents were at a barbecue, Tom drove Amy out to the lake, where she sucked his cock beneath the fading rays of sunset.
It was at the lake that Amy finally swallowed when he came, and even continued to suck him after his drained cock began to soften. She looked at him so intently as she did it that Tom knew something had changed.
This had gone beyond experimentation. Granted, it wasn't quite love -- infatuation maybe. But they would both be going off to their separate universities in two weeks. Realistically, this couldn't go anywhere.
However, Tom was forced to admit that he felt something for Amy, too. She wasn't just a hot, wet mouth attached to some horny, soon-to-be college freshman. They'd actually gotten to be friends, which had made things a lot easier when they'd spent time hanging out together with Joe and the rest of the old high school crowd.
He cared about her.
So two nights before she left for her freshman orientation, Tom decided to try something a little different. He'd thought a lot about what she'd confessed when he caught her, way back at the beginning of summer, as well as about everything he'd learned about college sex in his first year. Amy had stopped being just Joe's kid sister a while ago. She was special. And Tom wanted to give her something that could be more important than knowing how to give a good blow job -- although by now, he had to admit that she gave the best he'd ever had.
Tom's parents had tickets to an outdoor concert in one of the parks of city center, a romantic evening they'd been looking forward to for over a week, so Tom and Amy had the house to themselves. Tom brought Amy back to his room, where he'd lit a single candle on his dresser, and started to undress her. With each article of clothing he removed, he brushed feather-light kisses across her warm, bare skin, seducing her with every touch, yet pliant beneath her questing hands as she took off his clothes as well. Amy moaned as he made love to her body. He rolled her beneath him and worshipped every beautiful inch of her with his lips, tongue and hands.
Soon, she was gasping softly, "Oh God, yes...Tom...God, that feels so good."
He laved her nipples with his tongue, sucking and nipping at the tight little bud until Amy was arching desperately up, thrusting her breast wantonly at his mouth. In a small, urgent voice she begged, "Bite it...please, Tom, bite it just a little."
Amy had never had the nerve to tell him how she wanted to be touched before. Lust washed through him like a tidal wave as he gladly complied with her wishes. Gingerly, he drew her vulnerable, fleshy peak between his teeth and squeezed ever so slightly. Amy's entire body jerked with pleasure and she wailed her delight. "Oh yes...oh yes...I love the feel of your mouth on me. Tom, you feel sooo gooood!"
Tom's mouth continued to attack her breasts with merciless intensity. As Amy writhed mindlessly under his skilled ministrations, he nudged his hand between her legs, which parted willingly. Slowly, he teased her weeping slit, sliding his finger through the juices that coated her pussy lips. Amy's thighs parted further and she began to rock against Tom's hand. His thumb circled her clit, then gently nudged it side to side as he dipped a finger into her virgin pussy.
Shifting his mouth from Amy's breasts to her mouth, Tom kissed her slow and hard as he insinuated himself between her thighs. Far from protesting, Amy spread her legs wider to accommodate him and cupped her hands over his ass. This brought his rampant, straining cock right up against her pussy. Tom let the tip ease into her and rotated his hips just enough to tease her entry.
And still, Amy didn't stop him. For a second, Tom was sorely tempted to change his plans. But for the first time since that fateful day at the pool, the rational part of his brain was in the driver's seat. He withdrew the fleshy head of his cock from her still-intact passage, altered his angle and guided himself along her slit. Nestled between her slick folds, he began to thrust, gently at first but with increasing force as Amy's moans grew louder and louder. At last, she shuddered and groaned from her very depths as his cock worked her to orgasm. It was so erotic, so uninhibited that after a few more thrusts, Tom quickly pulled himself out from between her legs and shot long, thick ropes of cum across her belly.
They lay together for several minutes, kissing and gently stroking each other. Eventually, Tom rolled to the side of the bed, grabbed a towel from the floor and leaned back in to help Amy clean up.
As he ran the soft cloth over her skin, Amy gazed at him searchingly and said, "We didn't...That wasn't it, was it?"
Tom shook his head. "You're still a virgin. But it almost was." He watched the play of emotions across Amy's flushed face. Her brow furrowed slightly, a hint of a frown tugged at her lips and her eyes were troubled with confusion and more than a little self-doubt. Before she could get too worked up, Tom added, "It still can be. I can go again tonight, if that's what you really want. There are some condoms in my dresser -- unless you're on the pill?"
Amy's eyes widened in alarm. "The pill?!? No...I mean...I never thought..."
Her voice trailed off and Tom could almost see her mind grappling with reality. This was what he'd wanted. Okay, so he had to keep convincing himself that this was what he'd wanted -- his dick was rooting for Amy to say, "Let's go for it!" But the part of him that really cared about her wanted her to understand.
After a long, uncomfortable silence, Amy admitted, "I'm not sure what I want. For a minute, I thought I wanted to...but now....Tom, I'm sorry, I feel awful. You probably think I'm a tease."
"No, I don't," he assured her, cradling her distressed face in his hands and placing a tender kiss on her forehead. When he pulled back, he continued to cup one of her cheeks in his palm, stroking her soft skin with his thumb as he explained, "You needed to see what it's really like. Amy, at the beginning of the summer, you told me you wanted to learn how to give head so you wouldn't go off to college completely dumb about sex. But sex is more than just a bag of tricks -- it's what you feel in the heat of the moment. You give fantastic, mind-blowing head," he paused, giving her cheek a squeeze as she grinned at his compliment, "and maybe that will help you hold off a guy who wants more than you're willing to give. But you have to think about yourself, too. The only thing that will hold you off is you. We've never even talked about birth control. Would you have stopped me when we were in the moment?"
Comprehension dawned in Amy's eyes, swiftly followed by embarrassment. Sheepishly, she lowered her gaze and whispered, "No."
Tom didn't press any further. He figured she had plenty to think about. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her and let her burrow into the warmth of his solid chest.
It had been quite a summer. |
