Pete And Leah Learn The Ropes Ch 03

This story continues a series focusing on the mutual sexual awakening of two late-blooming virgins, graduate students in their 20s, in a period before the internet era, when sex chat took place by phone and not by texts or video calls. All characters are over 18. I published this series previously at another site and have revised it somewhat to publish here.

PETE:

So that was the story of our second date

. After we ended it making tentative plans to get together the next weekend, I could think of nothing but Leah all week long. Those panties fragrant with her pussy juices that she gave me as we approached her parents' house last Saturday night got a good working out all week as I thought of her and jacked off with them, shooting repeated loads into them until they were crusty with dried cum.

I abstained from beating off only on Thursday and Friday, knowing I'd see Leah again on Saturday night, and wanting to save my loads for whatever happened then. I'll be honest: All I could think about was fucking her.

I had never felt this way about any other girl I'd met, never had the instant hot connection I felt with her from the time we met. I did worry a lot, however, that maybe I had moved too fast and not respected her boundaries, so on Tuesday, I called her up and asked if everything was okay, and if I had maybe pushed too hard on the last date.

Leah laughed and said, "If you pushed too hard, then call me a pushover. I

wanted

to be a pushover. Don't be silly. You should get that idea out of your head. It took two to do what we did, and it's going to take two to do what we'll keep doing when we see each other again."

"I can hardly wait until Saturday. Meanwhile, I hope Big Peter is getting good use out of those panties I gave him and getting lots of exercise. I want him in good condition when I see him again." After I told Leah I called my cock Big Peter, she enjoyed teasing me by using that name for him.

I was relieved, and now I was even hornier than I had been before, if that was possible for somebody already off the horniness scales. That Tuesday, we firmed up plans for our Saturday night date.

I suggested that I pick her up in my truck and we go to a place made to look like an old-fashioned small-town drive-in joint where we could sit in the truck and eat our hamburgers. I think we both knew food was not the first thing on our mind, and this would give us a chance to sit close to each other, eat without fanfare, then move on to the next stage of the date.

LEAH: Pete called me on Tuesday after our Saturday night dim sum date and told me he was worried he had moved too fast and maybe pressured me to move faster than I wanted. I put his mind at rest and let him know I had wanted what happened on that date every bit as much as he did, and I was counting the minutes until we were together again and could continue to get to know each other.

What I didn't tell him was that I had planned a surprise for that next date. I'd talked to my friend Sally about getting waxed, and she recommended a place she knew, arching her eyebrows and saying, "Well, am I to gather you and Pete are hitting it off? I knew that would happen when I introduced you! You're made for each other."

I told her she had gathered right and I wanted to surprise Pete by being bare the next time we met. What I didn't tell her was that I was pretty sure that date was going to involve another educational session, and I wanted Miss Kitty to be in tip-top shape and fully accessible as I showed her to Pete.

I wanted to show him what my pussy needed his fingers--and maybe his tongue--to do to make her hot and get her to cum. Being bare would make it easier for me to give Pete the lesson in pussy anatomy and pussy pleasing I intended to give him, if opportunity arose on our next date.

I had never gotten waxed before, never done more than trim my pubic hair. It felt strange to be bare for the first time all during that week leading up to our next date. I was more

aware

of my pussy than ever before, more aware that she was there, sometimes pulsing with pleasure and sending me signals.

She felt different, more sensitive, more easily aroused when my panties touched her than when I had no hair there. I just about wore her out exploring her in new ways that week, thinking as I did so about those beautiful thick fingers of Pete and what I wanted them to do to her.

PETE: Saturday night finally rolled around. I could barely contain my excitement as I showered, giving my cock and anal area special attention so they were clean and fresh. The excitement continued as I put on my clothes and drove across the city to pick Leah up.

Before I got into my truck, I double checked the enclosed truck bed to see that the sheets on the mattress I had put back there still looked fresh. I gave the whole area a quick spray of rose-scented air freshener.

Then I stopped at a florist to pick up a surprise I had planned for Leah. Though they cost the moon, I had ordered a bouquet of special flowers for her, figuring that I'd match the gift of flowers I had brought her mother the previous weekend.

But these wouldn't be the simple white daisies I brought her mother. For Leah, I ordered an expensive bunch of red hot poker flowers.

Yeah, cheesy, I know, and maybe a bit crass and suggestive, but something told me she'd find them amusing and would even welcome the hot innuendo. I decided I wouldn't present these to her at the door of her house in case her parents were standing there, but would do so when she was in the truck. Then when she got home that night, she could bring them inside the house without her parents seeing them.

LEAH: Before Pete picked me up, I took a long, hot bath, giving lots of attention to my pussy and ass, to be sure both were super-clean and fresh smelling. I decided I'd try out a new look for this date, too. Instead of the blouses and tweed skirts I'd worn the other times Pete saw me, I went for a simple chambray summer dress, a rose-colored one, that I'd bought to wear at my family's lake cottage.

The weather was getting warm enough for me to pull this off. The dress had a shorter hemline than the skirts I'd worn the previous times I'd seen Pete, and I thought he might like that.

And another surprise for Pete: Because I suspected we'd be continuing our show-and-tell lessons with Big Peter and Miss Kitty that evening, I decided I'd be bold and leave off both my bra and panties. The dress was blousy enough that it wouldn't be really revealing--until someone, preferably with beautiful large sensitive fingers, pulled it up or off and saw that I had nothing on underneath it.

And that my pussy, which Pete had seen with hair the previous week, was now bare to give him greater accessibility to all her parts and pleasure points.

PETE: When I picked Leah up and she came out of her house wearing that pink dress that brought out the beautiful mahogany tones in her skin, and I saw it was shorter than the skirts she'd been wearing, I was stunned. I'll admit it: I gave a low whistle of appreciation, and she beamed and gave me a quick kiss on my cheek.

She smelled amazing, and it was all I could do when she kissed my cheek not to bury my face in her hair. I walked her to the truck, helped her into the cab, and presented her with the bouquet of red hot poker flowers, telling her I couldn't bring her the same kind of flowers I had brought her mother, but had chosen these especially for her.

She burst into laughter and said, "You know my taste, for sure." She told me she looked forward to sneaking them into her parents' house when I brought her home later that night and putting them in a vase in her bedroom as a reminder of our date.

Then we started our drive to the burger place, and this time, I didn't have to invite her to scoot over and sit next to me. She got right next to me, her head almost on my shoulder, and put her hand on my thigh as she told me how much she had enjoyed our time together last week and had been looking forward to this week.

Then, as if it was accidental, she pulled her dress up just enough while spreading her legs a little bit, that I could see a tiny glimpse of her pussy. A tiny glimpse of her

bare

pussy. Holy fuck.

Not only did she not have panties on, but she had gotten waxed. My cock became a hard mast the moment I saw that bare waxed pussy, and it was all I could do to keep myself from lifting the dress all the way and getting my fingers on it and into it.

Leah obviously wanted to save that for later, since she let the hem of her dress drop back down and smoothed it with her hand, which she left sitting in her lap. But she didn't stop teasing me, the little minx: She then asked me how my exercises had gone in the past week and whether the panties she had "loaned" me had helped me with my exercises.

"I think you know the answer to that question," I replied, grinning and waggling my eyebrows at her. What I didn't tell her was that I had them in my pocket, freshly washed and neatly folded, and planned to give them back to her later that evening with a special request.

"Good," she said. "I like a man who exercises well."

By that point, we had driven up to the drive-in and placed our order, and had a few minutes to kiss for the first time that evening. As we kissed, deeply and passionately, our mouths and tongues starved for each other, I ran my hands through her hair and along her face and neck, but made them behave and go no lower, since the truck windows were down and our food would be arriving at any moment.

LEAH: When Pete came to pick me up for our date and saw the dress I had chosen, he gave a low, sexy whistle. I gave him a kiss on the cheek as he walked me down the walkway to his truck.

After he helped me into the truck cab (I'm learning truck lingo, it seems), he presented me with an amusing bouquet of red hot poker flowers, those red flowers that look like hot pokers--or hot red penises--and we both got quite a laugh out of his choice of flowers.

Because I knew from our first date that he liked me to snuggle against him as we rode in his truck, I immediately moved to sit beside him and he put his arm around me as he drove with his other hand, just as he had done the week previous.

I decided then I'd tease him with a little eye candy. I "accidentally" pulled my skirt up just far enough that he could see I had no panties on, knowing his eyes would be riveted to my legs and, if he could get a peek, my freshly waxed pussy. I hoped he wouldn't see the drops forming on my inner vaginal lips due to my arousal at being so close to him.

I then quickly adjusted my skirt and pretended I was holding it down with my hand so that I wouldn't have another "accident," and decided to tease him a little bit more by asking about the pussy-scented panties I'd given him last Saturday and whether they'd helped him do his exercises.

I could see very well, of course, that Big Peter was straining to burst through Pete's zipper and get a full-on look at Miss Kitty, and maybe it was a little mean for me to tease him (and Big Peter). But I couldn't help myself. I was discovering--and this was exciting--that women have tremendous power over men if they know how to use their pussies to their advantage.

We got to the burger place and ordered from the truck, and while we waited for our food, we did some hot kissing and necking, but nothing involving getting inside each other's clothes. Food clearly was not first and foremost in either of our minds as we quickly ate our burgers and proceeded to the next step of the date, which was, as I had expected, an invitation by Pete for us to drive back to the quiet, secluded parking place we had spent time in last Saturday.

And, though he didn't say this, to continue the lessons we had to teach each other about Big Peter and Miss Kitty and what they liked to do....

PETE: After we had eaten our burgers, I asked Leah if she'd like to drive back to the parking area where we spent time on our last date and continue to get to know each other. She replied, "I hoped you'd suggest that. I've been thinking about that all week and looking forward to it."

When we parked, I took Leah in my arms and gave her a long, hot kiss, then asked if she'd like to retire to the back of the truck for our next set of get-to-know-you lessons. She gave a big smile and said nothing would please her more. So I helped her down from the truck cab and escorted her to the back of the truck, opening up the door to the canopy covering the truck bed and helping her inside.

I'll admit: Since she had let me see she had no panties on, I took the opportunity to give her bare ass a feel as I did that, caressing the hot, smooth cheeks, then climbed in beside her. I suggested we make ourselves more comfortable, and then, with her permission, proceeded to unbutton her dress and reach inside to get my first feel of those gorgeous tits for this evening.

Her nipples were swollen and hard enough to cut diamonds even before I touched them and then kissed and sucked on them as she moaned with pleasure. The enclosed truck bed has a small light in the ceiling of the canopy that allowed us to see every nook and cranny of each other.

I then slowly pulled the dress down from her shoulders and helped her lift her ass up--we were on the mattress by now--enough that I could take the dress off all the way, and for the first time, I saw Leah fully naked. Seeing her hot, gorgeous body fully unveiled made me feel like a starving man that had just discovered a banquet table groaning with delicacies.

As I reached to touch her, she said, "No fair. If you get to see me, I should get to see you, too. You have way too many clothes on." She then reached over and gave me a deep kiss as she began unbuttoning my shirt, then unbuckling my belt and taking my zipper down.

When she had my pants completely off, all I had on was my boxers. She could see, of course, that my cock was hard as a rock inside them, straining to be let out and exuding precum that had made the front of the boxers wet.

"I especially want to see what's under here," she said, "If you'll let me have a peek." "There's no way in hell I could deny you that pleasure," I responded.

Then I took the boxers off myself, as she watched, making a little striptease show of it to pay her back for cock-teasing me on the drive over, so that the very last thing unveiled was my hard dick and balls. Her eyes were riveted to the action.

We were now both naked with each other for the first time, sitting on the mattress. We immediately proceeded to kiss and run our hands over each other's bodies. Before we went further, though, Leah said, "There's something I need to tell you, Pete. When I said I don't have much experience, what I really mean is, I'm a virgin."

"You probably have a lot more experience. I need to take things step by step. I'm not ready to go all the way, as much as I want that to happen. I'm ready for us to do everything short of that. I hope you'll understand."

This gave me an opportunity to get my own confession off my chest: I said, "You assume I have experience, Leah, but truth is, I'm a virgin, too. I've never done more than some heavy petting."

"I think you know that like most healthy guys, I do jack off, and you showed me last week when you played with your pussy under your panties that you masturbate, too. So we're learning together."

LEAH: When we'd finished eating, Pete suggested a trip back to the parking spot where we'd kissed and petted last week. I had expected him to suggest that and was super-excited at the thought of what was probably going to happen this time around as we got to know each other better.

Once he had parked--we were the only ones parked in that block tonight--he helped me down from the truck cab and escorted me to the back of his truck, gently lifting me inside and getting a feel of my ass as he did so. His hand on my bare ass drove me wild with desire, and I could hardly wait for what I knew was about to happen.

We sat facing each other on the mattress Pete had put in the back of the truck and slowly undressed each other. This was our first time to be naked together, and the experience was amazing. My pussy was quivering with anticipation and starting to exude nectar, and Pete's long, thick cock was hard as a rock and leaking precum from its swollen purple tip.

But after we'd touched each other all over while we kissed, I thought it was best to get the revelation of my virginity out of the way. I told Pete I'd never had sex, and had decided I needed to take things one step at a time.

As much as I wanted to move right away to full-on sex and let him put that gorgeous big dick inside my needy wet little pussy, I had decided that wasn't a step I wanted to take yet. But I was ready for us to do everything short of full-on intercourse.

Pete respected my decision then surprised me by saying he was also a virgin. Then he said, "So here we are, two late bloomers who've met unexpectedly and find each other incredibly hot. Let's start making up for lost time and learn together."

"How about another installment of those lessons we started last week? I want some more time with that amazing pussy of yours. Now that she's bare and panties aren't in the way, how about showing me around her?"

That's what I proceeded to do. I lay back with my legs spread wide so Pete could have a full view of her, and he knelt between them, bringing Big Peter with his engorged leaking head so close to Miss Kitty that I was tempted to ditch my no-fucking decision and get to it right away.

Instead, I told Pete to watch carefully as I gave him a guided tour of my pussy with my fingers, showing him her two sets of labia, her sensitive clit, and her wet, warm opening. I asked Pete to trace each area and play with it, taking as much time as he wanted, since every part was sensitive and he was learning the ropes.

He used his amazing fingers to move over every centimeter of Miss Kitty so gently, like he was afraid she'd break, asking me whether this touch or that felt good, watching my face carefully to see if he was giving me pleasure. He gently tugged at my lips, sending shivers up to my clit, and traced his big middle finger around my pussy hole without putting it inside, giving me more shivers.

He took the sticky juices that his finger picked up there and played with them, watching them form strings between his fingers. Then he licked them off his fingers.

I told him what he was doing was wonderful and that it takes women a while to warm up. We like to be touched gently at first, caressed all over, kissed and licked, before we move on to penetration like having a finger inside our pussy.

Pete responded, "I was hoping you'd mention licking? May I do that?"

"I'd be unhappy if you didn't," I replied, and he then lay down on his stomach and started slowly, gently, making love to every nook and cranny of my already engorged pussy, working me very close to cumming. I'd never had a tongue on her before, and it felt amazing.

When he got to my clit, kissing, licking, sucking around it without directly tonguing it, I got even closer to cumming and begged him to suck her very gently while he put a finger inside my pussy slowly, just a little bit, without moving it yet. Then I told him while he sucked my clit some more, but still gently, and while he licked it with the flat of his tongue, to start moving his finger slowly in and out, feeling the top of my pussy canal when he did that, and I immediately went into an orgasm more intense than any I'd ever had.

I had to tell Pete then to let my clit rest before he touched her again. She had become too sensitive from the tonguing and from my orgasm.