(The reader is strongly advised to read the first part - 'Luke's Story - Losing my Virginity')
The next week seemed to drag by so slowly. I could not stop thinking about Carly -- she popped into my mind constantly, and I found it was a great problem trying to concentrate on lessons. If I let my thoughts dwell on her too much I would feel a stirring in my groin, and several times at school I ended up with a full-blown erection. Fortunately, we had old-fashioned school desks, and I could slip down on my chair and hide the bulge under the desk.
At home after school I would wait; hoping for the phone to ring. We had arranged that when Carly was free she would give me a call from the public phone box near The Lodge. The days passed by with no call. When I went to bed at night I could let my imagination free, and I would go over in my mind the things Carly and I had done together -- that first handjob, when she had jerked me off onto the dusty African earth, and the unbelievable thrill when she had sucked my cock, and let me ejaculate a torrent of semen into her mouth. Any thoughts of the two times we had made love 'properly', and I had penetrated her lovely body with every inch of my penis, would cause painfully hard erections, but I refused to masturbate -- I was determined to save it all for Carly.
On Thursday evening I was puzzling over my Physics homework when I heard the phone ring. I jumped up but my mother got there first.
"Yes, he is here," I heard her say, and when I got to the hallway where the phone was she passed me the phone. My mother was obviously curious. I had never had a girlfriend before, so it was unheard of that a girl would be asking to speak to me.
We could not speak for long. In those days a public call box gave only a minute or two for sixpence -- to speak longer required constant feeding of coins. I was delighted - Carly was able to see me the next day! We arranged that I would pick her up from the Lodge as before. That night I could hardly sleep. I was so eager to see her again. I tried counting sheep, but it must have been an hour before I finally drifted off.
The afternoon eventually arrived, and I was waiting at the Lodge gates when Carly came out. She wore a pale blue T-shirt and full-length blue jeans. I had not seen her with her legs covered before -- she had always worn short skirts or shorts. We went to Angelo's Café as usual, and afterwards headed for our special place in the bush. When we got seated on the log I was very eager and started kissing her, and I eagerly put my hand under her T-shirt, feeling her beautifully perky breasts. After a few minutes, Carly pushed me away.
"Luke," she said, "I'd better tell you now, I am on my period."
That was a new experience for me. I knew girls had periods, but it had not crossed my mind that they could interrupt our 'fun and games'. I tried hard to conceal my disappointment.
"Oh," I said, "that's OK."
"Poor thing," she said, "but we can still make out."
I had always thought that 'make out' was an American phrase -- perhaps she had picked it up from movies. We resumed kissing, and Carly lifted her T-shirt higher, giving me free access to her breasts. Her nipples responded instantly to my touch, puckering and hardening, and soon my cock was fully erect. So intense was the stimulation that I was already leaking enough precum to make a wet patch appear on my khaki shorts. Carly noticed it, and she started to unzip my fly -- I took over and freed my cock. Carly held it in her hand and began the up-and-down movement that I was getting familiar with -- it was heaven, and I moaned with pleasure.
"Luke," Carly said, "what would you like me to do?"
I did not really understand -- I was enjoying the feel of her hand tugging on my cock, and the thought of requesting anything had not entered my mind. Carly sensed my confusion.
"Do you want me to keep doing this?" she asked, and moved her hand a little quicker, "or do you want me to ... suck you?"
Bloody Hell! What a question. I had loved that first time when she had jerked me off, and would very happily have enjoyed that again, but what boy could refuse what she was offering?
"That would be fantastic," I said.
"Take your shorts and pants off," Carly said, "I want to see it, all of it."
I did as she asked and looked around -- the area was still deserted. I put my shorts and pants on the log, neatly positioned so I could get them on quickly if needed. I sat on the log, and as before, Carly knelt between my outstretched legs. My cock jutted from my crotch, ridiculously hard, and precum dripped from the tip, forming a long silvery thread in the bright sunlight that reached almost to the ground before it broke. Carly wiped a finger over the tip, catching some precum on it -- she felt it between finger and thumb -- as if testing the slipperiness.
"Your cock is so big and juicy," she whispered, "I love it."
My ego swelled. Boys got a thrill looking at a girl's anatomy -- even saucy pictures will do, but the female mind was a puzzle to me. Did girls feel sexy looking at erect cocks? I was formulating a question to ask when Carly leaned forward and kissed the tip. All my focus instantly zeroed in on my cock. She held the shaft in her hand and lightly caressed the tip with her lips, brushing them across the weeping slit, and I saw her lips glistening with a thin coating of my precum. Carly looked up at me; her bright blue eyes pierced my soul. I marvelled at what she was doing -- she could easily have just taken me in her mouth and started sucking, but Carly was teasing, delaying, and driving me insane. Did she get enjoyment from providing such a sensuous build-up? Did she like to see me squirm and shiver with the anticipation of what could come next?
Carly opened her mouth and I expected it then to envelop me, but she extended her tongue to a sharp point, and lightly touched the slit, dabbing against it, probing against the opening, as if tasting and savouring the precum. I watched the head swell, stretching the skin so tight it looked like ruby-red glass. I could not prevent lifting my hips from the log -- I was desperate to feel my cock in her mouth.
"Aaah, Carly!" I groaned.
"You like?" she said, looking at me with an impish grin.
"Fuck, yes!" I gasped.
"It's much better when you go slow," she said, and her lips moved all over the head, giving a series of little kisses.
Carly held my cock in one hand near the base, and lapped at the head as if she was eating delicious ice cream in a cone. Her tongue flicked against the head, over and over, and then she began to concentrate on that region below the cleft in the head, where that taut bowstring lay. I felt the ecstasy rising -- I could not last much longer.
"Carly!" I gasped, "I'm going to come..."
She still kept licking.
"Carly -- now!" I cried.
She quickly lowered her head - her lips wrapped firmly around me, enclosing perhaps three-quarters of the head inside her mouth, and her tongue slithered rapidly on the bowstring - I watched her cheeks hollow as she sucked.
I came! Carly emitted an 'unghh' sound as I shot the first spurt into her mouth. I grabbed her shoulders and groaned as each spurt blasted through my cock. Carly sucked and sucked and I was intoxicated -- it felt as if she was sucking the soul out of me through my ecstatic cock.
It was over, and Carly slipped her mouth from me, and sat beside me on the log.
"Wow," she said, "that was so good!"
I did not see her swallow -- perhaps she had swallowed as she was sucking? Carly kissed me. I was full of curiosity.
"Do you... do you like doing that?" I asked.
"Of course, silly," she said, "I wouldn't do it if I didn't like it."
"But doesn't it taste... kind of... yucky?" I asked.
"It's not like a chocolate milkshake," she said, "but it excites me -- and I love seeing your reaction. Feeling you in my mouth when you come is so sexy."
