Cindy and I were each other’s first fucks. And for years, I was under the illusion that she had given me her first blow job. An illusion that had disappeared in one of those “Oh by the way” chit chats, initially lubricated by wine. The initial story was of one of those mid teen experiments, with few details even though I had suspected a much more interesting story. I was right.
I remember when I started dating her, I had found a drawing of a male nude she had made and folded into a book. She was not an artist. The man was laying down, on his back, he didn’t even have a head, but he did have a penis. The curve was right, and raised only slightly above the belly. This was clearly an erect cock. the size was proportional, and on the large side. The circumcized head,the shaft and even the balls were perfectly drawn with correct lines and curves. This was at a time, long ago, when pictures of erect penises did not exist in commonly available books or magazines. She was familiar with the erect penis, very familiar and had studied it very closely and personally. She had been embarassed that I had seen the drawing, but made it sound clinical, part of her pre-nursing studies. She had copied the drawing to show one of her girlfriends who was curious about things. I have never seen a picture of an erect penis in a nursing book, but, I bought the story. Yet, I never saw that picture ever again and we never spoke of it either. It wasn’t until years later that she would finally tell me the story.
A guy, I think he was two or three years older than her and had already graduated high school. He wasnt really accomplishing very much but yet had a way of dazzling the younger with perceived or invented knowledge. He was tall, had a deep voice, and had known Cindy for years through her friendship with his younger sister. She had never dated him. He gave the impression of dating only sophisticated city girls.
Although most high school girls of the time were always on guard for guys trying to touch them, to get to one of those bases, James seemed quite aloof from all that childish stuff and so had put Cindy at ease. In truth, she was attracted to the fact that this older man was interested in her and he could have easily gotten on base.
By then, her tits had been played with and some bold guy had reached in the bottom of her shorts, had gotten his hand beyond her panties and had managed to touch and stroke her pussy ever so briefly. She had not resisted. In fact, she quickly went out and bought a few pair of briefer panties and selected a few pair of shorts for their ability to allow a man’s hand to travel unimpeded.
He had begun to talk to her about many things like art and wine during those early spring afternoons after school. He drove a small cheap older european car, which he passed off as sophistication. He told her that he would never touch her, never try to get on “base” with her, never try to play with her tits. Yet, he told her he had much to offer her in learning about sex. He said that he had just returned from six months in Europe and how really savvy Europeans were in matters of sex. Cindy had listened attentitively. In truth, he had never even been out of the country or even very far, but he could spin a yarn.
He told her that if she were to ever hope to ccatch real man, she had to learn to pleasure a man, not simply let him “do it”. If you just let a man have his way, he will, but he wont be back and he certainly wont stay. Love making was about giving someone pleasure, and not really about love. Sex was about technique.
He had borrowed a friend’s apartment, gotten hold of a soft jazz album, a bottle of rose wine some gouda cheese and crackers.
Instead of trying to take her clothes off, he asked her to undress him. She did as requested, as if she was being initiated in a secret mystical rite like the ones at the Masons or Eastern Star. She had gotten her first “up close and personal” with a penis as she has pulled off his tight undershorts. It had flopped out of its restraint only inches from her face and without even being touched was already starting its journey to erectness. He was very clean, there was even a slight scent of cologne. He lay on the bed naked, It was daylight, but the heavy drapes were pulled almost shut. She was fully dressed, if you consider panties, shorts and a halter top fully dressed. The halter top had meant no bra, and the knot in the back had been loosened to allow her greater freedom of movement, and him perhaps easier access to her tits, should he choose to. He never did. He caressed only her arm and touched her hair and face. He told her to touch and caress his cock using his hand to gently guide hers. He made her say the word “cock” rather than the clinical “penis”. She followed his every direction, laying her head on his belly inches away from his growing and hardening cock. She was fascinated by every aspect of this organ as it morphed from its soft flaccid state to the long hard form under the touch of her fingers. The head had gotten redder, and shinier as the blood poured in and expanded it. She had just started her love affair with the cock. He guided her hand as the caressing grew faster and bolder. He asked her if she knew what ejaculation was all about. She had said “sorta”. Within a minute, she knew as he had exploded as only a 19 year old cock can. Initially it had surprised her and he had been careful not to cum on her,certainly not on her face. He had gotten her to rub her fingers in his cum, nothing more.
He told her that there would be another few lessons, got dressed, kissed her on the cheek, and left.
Whatever apprehension, she had had about the first meeting, there was none for the second. She had even masterbated thinking about it, and was thinking about asking him about a toy battery powered cock. Before the second meeting, he had broached the subject of oral sex while they walked through a park. Again, she feigned more knowledge than she actually had and wasn’t quite sure about putting a cock in her mouth. Why not, she thought, she would lick her fingers before and after touching them to her clit and had even tasted her own juices once.
When they got to the apartment for lesson two, she had undressed him without any of the hesitation of the first meeting. She did not need his hand guiding hers as she stroked him. He asked her to stop and kiss his cock. She had kissed the middle of his shaft. He told her to kiss the end. She did, looking him in the eye to make sure that she was doing things properly. He told her to stick the entire head in her mouth while wiggling her tongue on the underneath of his head. She did. He told her that that was enough for this lesson and instructed her to finish him off as before but without his hand guidance. She confessed to being a little disappointed that the lesson was ending so soon. After she ejaculated him onto his stomach. he asked her to lick a little of the cum with her tongue. She picked a drop far away from most of the cum. She approached it slowly with some apprehension, mixing it with as much saliva as she could, diluting it. Perhaps she diluted it too much… she didnt taste anything. Again she was somewhat disappointed. She approached another larger drop nearer a long stream of cum, this time tasting without the dilution of her saliva. She actually liked that salty taste and the amonia smell. Always one to do a little extra credit in school, she swirled two fingers in the main puddle laying on his belly and licked and sucked on them as he watched. Here ended the second lesson.
Before lesson three, he had bought her a dildo. For the first time, he seemed more ill at ease than her. It took her an hour to find a place to keep it in her room where her Mom would never find it, as later she would try to hide another from me. By lesson three, Cindy had been ready, her pussy well lubricated and almost sore from her “friend”, her friend the plastic cock. She told me that if James had tried to fuck her at this point, she would have let him. Strangely, he never did.
This time, it was a hand job just like the other two; but, her lips stayed firmly onto the head of his cock, working the tip with her tongue, even sticking the cock a little further into her mouth. It was nothing like the deep throating she would later master, but she did learn to lubricate the cock with generous amounts of saliva, and begaun to understanding the lubricating properties of lipstick. Lipstick was not just for lips anymore. She had let the first two or three spurts of his ejaculation go into her mouth before pulling her lips and tongue out of the way. She had just given her first blow job. Although she had allowed most of the cum in her mouth to drip harmlessly out, she told me that she was keenly aware that she had swallowed some as she had run the tip of her tongue through the puddles on his belly. She had been pleased at the apparent increase in pleasure experienced by James.
She had told her one girlfriend about what an erect cock looked and felt like, even drawn her a picture. She had described to her what a blow job consisted of, what cum tasted like.. The friend had tried it on her flight to go to college in the midwest only a few months later.
She had thought, that a relationship might ensue with James, some dinners in the city, plays, jazz bars, maybe more. but as she had pulled her lips off his cock on the third visit, he dressed, kissed her on the cheek again and left without saying another word.. She never heard from him again and even his sister claimed not to have heard from him.
She then admitted that later in her still pre-fucking sexual experiments, she had performed blow jobs and other light cock sucking, hand job combinations a few times. She had waffled a bit on the definition of a few. I had told her that I thought a few was around a half dozen. Heck, I had seen her fuck and suck that many guys in one night by the time we were having this conversation. Still, she refused to become any more specific. She did say that blow jobs were nice when she had her period, guys would still ask her out, she had giggled.
She had tried to get a guy or two to go down on her but they just werent very good at it. They wouldn’t do it long enough to get her to come and it left her hanging until she could get back to her bedroom, shut the door, undress, put on only her pajama top, get under the covers, wrap a towel around the toy to keep the sound down and finish things off.
When we met a few months later. She was in no hurry to let me fuck her. Fucking for her was that final frontier. Fear of disease, pregnancy and besides,the toy was just fine. I didn’t know about the toy then. Actually, I didn’t really know about what a blow job was. Cindy was careful not to tell me about how intimately she was aware of what it was. She thought our relationship had possibilities and she didn’t want me to think of her a a slut. At the time, slut seemed like such a bad word.
Even much later when I “instructed” her through what I thought was her and my first blow job, she had seemed to learn so fast, handled a cock so well with her hands and her mouth. Her tongue use was animated, and she could find the perfect spot to flick her tongue back and forth, the perfect pressure to apply and when the big moment came, she had no aversion to cum in and around her mouth. I thought I was an excellent teacher. It took a while before she got into the habit of swallowing the whole ejaculation. I remember having watched her suck off someone at a party. As she had pulled her mouth off his cock, it was barely even moist. I had jokingly said that he would be upset that she had not finished him off.
She smiled at me and told me that he wasnt the least bit upset. I looked at him, he wasn’t upset. I got it. I told her I wanted one of those. She eventually and clinically told me it was more of a matter of not leaving a stain of a cloth car seat, a sofa, or a wet spot on or near her pillow that was the motivating factor. Either way, it was clearly a welcome skill. I remember years later a friend telling me that Cindy had swallowed her husband’s cum. It had been his first. She herself had not done it for him in over fifteen years of marriage. She didn’t even think she had ever tasted cum. Cindy had told her friend that it was an acquired taste. Cindy had done a lot of acquiring.