I've always loved Jenny's hair. The long blond tresses glimmering in the sunlight takes my breath away, as they did that October afternoon our freshman year in college when we were both home for Fall Break. We were going out for dinner to our favorite place, but being away from each other for two months left a powerful, magnetic attraction we couldn't deny, so we were making love in my bedroom in the golden late afternoon. She was naked, flat on her back on the bed. Her hair splayed out, cascading over her sharp shoulders, down her chest, and teasing her tear drop breasts. Her brown eyes were hidden behind the ecstasy of her pleasure, her huge nostrils drawing in gigantic draughts of air, her bushy eyebrows wrinkled, her small delicate mouth curled, and her face, neck and upper chest rosy as she climbed toward her climax.
My arms were wrapped around her legs, pulling them apart slightly, embracing her generous hips, my nose buried in her light wispy pubes, and my tongue playing savagely with her salty folds, teasing the bud and darting upward to immerse itself in her goodness. I had some Mozart quartets set up on my phone, and every gracious contour of the music was mirrored in my lady love.
She gasped quietly, mindful my mother was just down the hall in her sewing room, and her body heaved upward, pausing in mid air. A great gust of air came out of her and she fell down, quivering for a couple of minutes before she pushed my face away from her crotch. I licked her thighs, moving down toward her knees, and nuzzled those gentle, vulnerable undersides until she laughed. Sitting up, I looked down at her and smiled, and when her dark almond eyes opened, there was a glow that could have kept our hometown lit for a week.
"God, how I've missed you, Tommy" she murmured. "Tell my why I'm going to school two hours away from you again?"
"You're a drama major, and I'm studying journalism. You got an insane amount of scholarship money and I couldn't afford to follow you."
Playfully, she slapped my arm and smiled. "I didn't want an explanation, dummy. If I could just take your tongue back to school with me..." Her left hand cradled my face and she brought her right over as well. It was strapped in a brace; she'd broken her wrist two weeks earlier. "I wish I could repay you," wiggling her fingers seductively.
Moving around, I lay beside her. We were on the queen size bed in my room, a spartan place with few adornments except those my mother insisted upon. I'd blown whatever spare money I had on computer equipment, which dominated the bay window area of the second floor house built just after World War 1. It was a farm house the town eventually surrounded, but lovingly maintained and improved, standing in defiance of the suburbia that tried to throttle it. Thanks to my mother being a domestic goddess, my blankets are soft and sweet smelling and my sheets luxurious. "I still don't understand how you broke your wrist in a dance class. How much longer do you have to wear that damn splint?"
"A couple of weeks. The doctor says it's healing well. I don't think your dick can wait that long." It was tenting my sweat pants, stiff and putting a small dot of wetness on the fabric. She reached over with her left hand and tried a couple of strokes before giving up. "It doesn't feel right, the angle's all wrong."
"I have another idea."
"No, we can't risk getting pregnant and the safest way is not to stuck it up my cunt. My mother tracks all my expenses, so I can't buy anything to make it safe."
"That wasn't my idea. There is a third option."
She looked away for a moment. "I don't know, you know how scared I am to try it. Is it safe?"
"How long have we known each other?"
"Our whole lives."
"Would I ask you to do anything that would hurt you or me?"
"No."
"Sure?"
"Yes." Sitting up, she reached to pull my pants down and I had to help, wiggling my hips to release the python. "I'm just afraid I'd hurt you, or do something wrong."
"You let me find out how to please you through a little...experimentation."
Her teeth bit her lower lip. Her face wasn't what most guys would call attractive and she still wore braces. "I don't know. I'll try, but I want to be careful." Bending over, she kissed the end of my cock, then gingerly took the very tip between her lips. Her touch was feather light, and I responded eagerly to her, pulsing a little and pushing inward a little. The entire head went in, but her suction was minimal, tentative, as if she thought I was made of delicate china. After less than a minute, she let it loose. "I'm afraid all this metal in my mouth will hurt you. It isn't the taste, it really doesn't taste like anything. Shit all I can taste these days is metal anyway. I just don't know how."
I looked over at my monitors with their dancing screen savers. She laid back with her head on my shoulder, and her useless arm on my stomach. I started stroking her hair, drinking in its intoxicating aroma. "We could dial up an instructional video."
"I don't trust those, not for this. All that porn is pretty unreal, anyway. It must be brutal to twist your body to fuck like that and let a camera have a good angle."
"How about a tutor?"
"What?"
"We could hire a hooker to teach you."
Her face screwed up amazingly; something I'd never seen before. "Eww. No, I don't want to go to that part of town, and I wouldn't trust one of those women. They might suck you so good you'll forget about me."
"My dad's a doctor, he's pretty cool. He could tell you."
"You're dad is a psychiatrist, he probably listens to people talk about sex all the time. I don't know, but he might know a video. Call him."
"Okay." I whipped out my phone, making sure he couldn't see anything other than my head and shoulders, and dialed his number. He was at a convention on the West Coast, but pretty cool about responding.
