My friends had talked about the "special" gift their girlfriends presented to them every year for their birthday, each considered the act their favourite present. This year for the first time I found myself in the midst of a moral conundrum. I had been with my girlfriend for six months, and I was crazy about her. My teenage years were a battle ground of assorted neurosis, which meant that by the time I met Libby, I was a 23 year old virgin. We had met through mutual friends, and the connection was clear for all to see, however it still took a month for my friends to get me to ask her on a date. By what can only be described as a miracle, our first dates were a success, and soon we were a couple. It was agreed we would take our relationship slowly, but Libby quickly understood the confidence issues caused by my predicament. With that in mind, I was soon rid of my retched virginity.
As a man, enjoying sex was second nature, but I found it difficult to relax as my years of sexual wilderness had created certain issues. On the one hand I idolised Libby and projected a respect onto her beyond that of a normal human being. On the other, the years spent watching online porn had solidified certain ideas that counteracted this respect. I loved my girlfriend, and detested the repressive principals surrounding male gratification, yet as hard as I tried, I couldn't help but long for her to give me a blow job. To feel her beautiful lips touch my cock, and the warmth of her tongue on my shaft. It was too much to ignore, yet I found the subject totally unapproachable. I didn't want to be one of those men who would simply push their girlfriends head into their crotch, until she got the idea. Some would call me weak, I preferred the self respect.
There had been opportunities, but it always ended with a hand job. There would be an awkwardness, either because I wanted her to go down on me, or because she found it strange that I never asked. This debacle continued until my 24th birthday. We had both taken the day off and were spending it together. Moments after waking we were fucking. I'd gone a few days without release in preparation, so the sex was amazing. Libby did all the work, allowing me to gaze up and admire her beauty. She had small breasts, but her legs, waist and butt drove me mad. I held onto her hips then moved my hands round to grab her soft ass. Her jet black hair fell down over her shoulders, bouncing with our thrusts, and once again this drew me to her pretty face, and the beautiful lips I longed to penetrate with my cock. Libby's voice cracked and her lips parted, another gasp quickly followed and her right hand focused on her clit. Another set of delightfully sexy moans sent me over the edge. Neither of us made a sound as our orgasms hit, I remember hearing Libby's wetness as I thrust inside her, moments later I came. We usually used condoms, but today I was allowed to feel her bareback, the first of my gifts.
I pulled out and watched a small amount of semen trickle from between her legs. Libby giggled and scooped some up with her index finger. Playing with it between her fingers, she stared at the sticky fluid her pussy had extracted from my body. With a gorgeous flicker of the eyes she looked at me, then quickly licked her hand. I didn't respond, I just watched as she tasted my seed, mouth wide open. Libby laughed and lent over to close my mouth. I finally responded with a kiss that told her everything she needed to know. Questions had been answered for both of us. She had declared herself open to oral sex, and I had shown I wanted it.
The rest of the day was a blur. We headed into town and caught a matinee screening at the cinema, then we went to a restaurant for an early dinner. I tried to appreciate it, but the anticipation of the evening's events were easily distracting. Libby must have had an inkling, as we were home by 7pm. I had a stiff drink for courage and took a deep breath. As I put my glass down I noticed Libby had returned, and she was completely naked. Turning slightly she requested I join her in the shower, and I followed her gorgeous bottom to the bathroom.
I stripped off and found I was already hard. Once in the shower initially not a lot of cleaning took place, just passionate kissing and instinctive grasping of flesh. Libby finally took the shower gel and liberally applied it to her hands, she found my cock still bouncing around and brushing against her thigh, then gently rubbed the gel over my swollen member. I stood in silence, still elated that this was happening. Once my cock had been rinsed, she abruptly turned off the shower and asked:
"Why have you never asked me to suck your cock? That's all most guys ever want from me."
Dumfounded I didn't reply.
"Do you want a blow job?" she added dryly. I just nodded and immediately a smile beamed across Libby's face. She grabbed my arm and two towels, then led me to the bedroom.