Summer School
5
They were both leaning against the headboard, she recovering from the orgasm he had given her and he was relaxing next to her although his manhood was still at half half-mast.
"Am I too aggressive?" She asked.
"No, I don't think so." he answered. "You know, we talked about this before. I think you just...well, you're honest, make it clear what you want. I like that. I don't have to guess or wonder. I hope you're always that open with me. I'll try to be the same for you. Once I get used to it."
"What's there to get used to?' She asked him.
"Well." He thought a minute, "All of my life, except when I was alone and in my own head, I've had to be what I was supposed to be, act right, speak right. Conduct myself properly. You know?" he sighed. "That 'being what I was supposed to be'.... It's like a cloak I wear all the time. A long black monk's cloak, hood and everything. I must wear it all the time, except when I am here, alone, writing, so no one can see what's inside. Under the cloak. And I've been wearing it so long..." He looked out the open window wistfully and said softly, "I've been inside it so long that when you came along, someone who says they want to see the real me and not just the one they think I am or the one they want me to be.... Well, it might take me a while to find all the buttons so I can open this cloak and take it off. I think I have forgotten where all the buttons and snaps are and how many there are. It may take me a while. But I'll try."
She put her hand on his chest.
"You have to wear it out in the world, just like I have to wear one too," she said, " but mine isn't fastened so tightly anymore and I can take it off when I want to. I would like to help you find all those buttons. Even the hidden ones. If you'll let me."
I'll try." He said. "I think I can trust you."
"I hope you do." She answered. "I would like to see what's under there. The real you, not the one you think I want to see."
"But right now..."
Her finger traced down his chest, done over his stomach, down the inside of his thigh and then back up, touching her fingertip to the underside of this dick. It had started awakening when her finger started its slow trip and became fully erect with her touch. She ran her fingertip around and over it as it jerked with her touch.
She gripped the hard shaft with two fingers and her thumb and moved from the base slowly to the tip, tightening the pressure as she moved up until at the base of his wider head, she squeezed a clear, thick drop from its tip.
Rubbing her finger in it, she slowly spread it over the head.
Gripping and stroking him with her whole hand now, she would squeeze another drop from the tip and spread it down his shaft with each stroke.
He was now flat on his back, having slid down from the headboard a little at a time as she attended to his hard organ, and she changed hands and moved a leg over both his and sat on his upper thighs as she continued to slowly stroke him.
"Do you like this?" She whispered.
"Yes." He moaned.
"Do you want me to keep doing this?"
"Yes."
