The Life of John Smith Chapter 8
Introduction:
In this chapter of my life I try to help my girlfriend to learn to please me.
When I walked Carol home after school on Wednesday I informed her what I wanted to do after school on Friday, she got excited and asked, “You mean we will be able to do anything with no chance of getting caught?”
“We will have almost two full hours. And I have four rubbers in case you are ready to go all the way,” I informed her.
“Fuck? I don’t know that I am ready for that. I want to but…” she said as tears welled up in her eyes.
“I know,” I said, “You know I enjoy hand jobs.”
“But I know you want to fuck me and until I let you, you will sob…sob. You’ll probably go back to sob…sob to whoever let you do it to her…sob,” By this time her words dissolved into uncontrollable sobs.
“Carol stop, please don’t cry,” I spoke to her softly but firmly, “We will both enjoy ourselves even if we do not do anything but kiss.” I tried to kiss her tears away. I kissed her forehead and tear wet cheeks. She turned her lips to mine and we locked into a full body contact passion filled kiss.
A car, loaded with high school boys, slowed as it passed. “Hey you two, get a room!” one of them shouted. “Nah, fuck ‘er there,” another shouted. The driver sped away.
Ignoring them we continued our public display of passion. I was hard, very hard, and she was pressing her groin to my boner. When we at last broke the kiss, she said, “Still not ready, but close. Maybe a blow job. I don’t know though.”
“Only when you are completely ready,” I said as we resumed our walk to her house. I glanced down at the huge bulge in my trousers. I knew I could do nothing about it.
“Oh Johnny, I am sorry. Look what I have done to you,” she said.
“Can’t be helped. You bring out the worst in me,” I said.
“Oh no Johnny, don’t call it that. As far as I’m concerned that is your best,” she said as she hugged in close to me as we walked. Then she said, “It’s too bad that when a boy gets a boner we don’t say, ‘Look at that proud boy. Hey, pull it out and show everyone how proud you are.’ Wouldn’t that be wonderful?”
“I don’t know. Would you want to show your pussy to everyone?” I asked.
“Sure. You called it beautiful. You did mean that, didn’t you?”
“Of course I did,” I said as I hugged her close.
We walked in silence for almost a block and then she said, “Hey, you know what my middle name is? It’s Lee. I don’t like it but if I can call you Johnny, you can call me Carol Lee.”
“My problem is that Johnny is what my mom calls me. She wants me to be her little man.”
“Oh well. I see.” She was quiet for a moment then said, “I know, you are my John and that guy down there in your pants is no longer a dick. He is now my Johnny. My little man who is going to give me more joy than either your mom or my mom could ever appreciate.”
“Okay,” I said, wondering why she had brought up our mothers. I knew my mother enjoyed my dick. I wondered if her mother could enjoy a dick. Thinking of all that pink she wore, I wondered if Brenda Martin’s bedroom was pink. I asked, “Is your mother’s bedroom pink?”
“Oh no, her room is all gold and wood. She just wears pink.”
“Do you know, does your mother enjoy your father’s dick?” I asked.
“Oh yes but there is something I have to tell you about that. You see my dad is the family dick,” she announced.
What? I thought. What is she saying. Has she seen her father’s dick? “What do you mean?” I ventured.
“It’s a joke between my mom and me. You see my dad’s first name is Richard, so he is often called Dick. When he is being unpleasant, mom says to me, “He is just living up to his name,’ or “He is being the family dick.”
“But your father has never done anything inappropriate,” I said.
“Yes, he has. He has made a lot of inappropriate jokes at my expense. That is why I would just as soon you not meet him for a while. If he were to meet you right now it would be just like him to say, ‘Well look at you. I can see my daughter is not taking care of you.'” she said.
“There is your house. I think I better turn and head home now,” I said.
“Ya, and try to calm my little Johnny down until I can take care of him.” she said with a smile.
When I got home I beat off and then I busied myself doing everything I could to make the house presentable. When mother arrived home she was impressed. “You really want to bring Carol here. Tell me what you plan to do.”
“Well for one thing, I’m going to kiss her and not worry about some freak calling out, ‘Get a room.'”
She chuckled and asked, “Is that it? Doesn’t seem like that is enough for all this work,” mother said.
“I expect more…much more. She has even hinted that not worrying about getting caught might give us the chance to do anything,” I said hoping mother would stop questioning me.
“Okay, I’ll fix dinner and why don’t you do what you can with the bathroom,” she said. I was hoping she would clean the bathroom.
At dinner mother said, “Maybe we should back off on our fucking.”
“What do you mean by that?” I asked.
“Ah…do you know what a period is?” she asked.
“Yes, I do,” I informed her.
“Good, then I don’t have to explain that to you,” mother said.
“Will I still get my morning blow job?” I asked.
“Ya, but sleep in your room the rest of the week.”
When I walked Carol home on Thursday she again asked, “What do you have planned for tomorrow?”
“No real plans. You know I will do whatever you want to do,” I responded.
“Yes, but you want to fuck me,” she said.
“Of course,” I stated.
“And if I say no, then I’m the bad guy,” she said.
This was starting to sound like an argument but I could not avoid saying, “And if I want to go all the way, then I am the bad guy.”
“Ya, we are both bad guys,” she said with a chuckle. It amazed me how she could so easily deescalate any unwanted tension. We stopped walking and kissed for a time.
On Friday I had difficulty keeping my attention on school. Several teachers chose to give us review quizzes which gave me a good feeling because I seemed to have no difficulty even with all the distractions I had had over the passed few weeks. I arrived in biology well before the final bell but Carol did not show until the last second. This gave me several minutes of anxiety but when I looked into her sparkling brown eyes, I knew there was no reason for me to be anxious. I leaned over and whispered, “All set for after school?”
As she nodded we all heard the teacher say, “Mr. Smith, you will make you dates outside my class.” All the students laughed and Carol and I smiled at each other. After school we met on the way to student parking. I held her hand as we quickly went to the car. I assisted her in and when I sat behind the wheel, she scooted up close to me. We could no longer resist, and without looking to see if anyone was watching, we kissed, long and hard.
After I moved the car into traffic, I said, “It was like school would never end.”
“I know. Ever since last night, it seems time has slowed down,” she said.
“Did something happen last night?” I asked.
“Ya,” she said, hesitating almost long enough for me to ask her to tell me. “At dinner momma told daddy I was spending a lot of time with you and he asked if she had talked with me. And she put him on the spot by asking him what he meant. And he said, ‘You know about being safe.’ And she ask him, ‘Being safe about what?’ And I could not keep silent with them talking about me so I interrupted and said, “I have not yet had sex and you do not need to worry. I know how to not get pregnant if and when I do.”
It was exciting, hearing her tell about this. I asked, “Wow, what did they do next?”
“Mom asked daddy to apologize for bringing this up at the dinner table. And he said she was the one who brought it up. They began to argue. They always take their arguments to the bedroom. After a while they stopped yelling but they didn’t come out and I went to their door and could hear them having sex. Mom tells me that make-up sex with daddy is so good ’cause he thinks he’s punishing her.”
I thought about that for a moment and asked, “You want to have an argument so we can have make-up sex?”
“John, don’t joke about this ’cause I almost chickened out earlier today.”
“I’m sorry. No pressure, you know that,” I assured her.
“I know. Your telling me that before is the only reason I showed up in biology,” she said in almost a whisper as she pressed up close to me.
Just at that moment I turned the car into the driveway and announced, “We are here but we don’t have to go in if you don’t want to.”
“Your mom isn’t coming home until when?” she asked.
“She’s not coming home until I pick her up. She told me to get there by five after five and it is five after three now,” I said.
“Okay, show me your mansion on the hill,” she said.
I led her through the front door where there was a proper entry way with a closet. From there we entered the ‘sitting room’ (As mother called it.) “Nice big couch,” I pointed out. I did not mention that mother would often lay on that couch but had always told my sister and I that this room was for company.
“Looks comfy,” she commented.
“Want to sit on it?” I asked.
“No, I want to see your home.”
“Through here to the kitchen-dining room. There is the back door we came through on the day of our picnic.” As I led her, I said, “And here is the hall to our bedrooms. Mother’s is on the left, bathroom on the right, then mine on the left.”
“And that was your sister’s,” she said, pointing to the final door. Before I could stop her she went to that door and opened it. The only room mother and I had not cleaned. She stepped in and said, “I would so love to move in here. Do you think your mom would let me move in?”
“Don’t know. She has said she misses my sister,” I said and then asked, “Would your parents let you?”
“Of course not. I was just wishing.” She left the room and crossed the hall to my room. She surveyed the room and asked, “Where do you keep your porn magazine?”
“I don’t have a porn magazine.”
“When I found my brother’s he said all boys have porn magazines and my dad agreed with him,” she informed me.
“I don’t,” I restated.
“What do you look at when you beat off?” she asked.
“I use my imagination,” I informed her.
“You are my kind of guy,” she said as she pushed me onto my bed and fell upon me. We locked into a long passionate embrace. I did not attempt to do anything but hug and kiss. Our tongues did get quite a workout.
After some time she pulled away and asked, “Can we go into your mom’s room?”
“Sure,” I said, though I wondered why.
I followed her to mother’s room where she asked, “Where does she keep her night clothes?” I pointed to the large chest of drawers. She opened the top drawer. That one contained panties, stockings, and bras. The second drawer held what she was looking for.
Carol pulled out a sheer pail blue mid thigh length negligee. “You go to your room and dress for bed. I will come to you with this on. Okay?”
Could I do anything but agree? As soon as I was in my room, my clothes came flying off but I carefully laid everything in my chair. I selected a nearly new over sized t-shirt. I no sooner had sat on the side of the bed and Carol knocked on my door. I called to her to come in. She entered my room in the sheer negligee which left little to nothing to the imagination. Her smile drew my attention. She enjoyed showing me her body. She pirouetted, causing the gown to flair out, showing me she had on no panties. I said to myself, she is ready for bed in my bed. I am in heaven.
Standing in front of me she said, “Stand up.” I stood. She pointed at the tent in my t-shirt saying, “Our little man is standing tall.” Then pointing to a corner of the bed, she said, “You sit there facing me.” She sat on the opposite corner. “I will beat-off while you beat-off. Do you need a cloth?” I bounded up, retrieved a handkerchief, returned to the bed, and spread out the cloth before me.
I did not think this would take long since I had not had an opportunity to cum since my morning beat off. (Note: mother had refused my morning blow job because she, “Did not feel like it.”) I tried to not rush things so I could concentrate on watching Carol. She had inserted two or three fingers of her left hand into her pussy and I could see she was moving those in and out. Almost obscuring that was her right hand that was rapidly strumming across her clit. My attention was also drawn to her tits that were jiggling in unison, left and right, up and down.
All too quickly I felt the pressure building, so I stopped stroking. “Don’t stop,” she panted.
“I don’t want to cum yet.”
“Do it!” she almost shouted as she accelerated here movements.
I resumed my stroking and in a matter of seconds, I moaned and began to blow my load onto the handkerchief. My own pleasure almost prevented me from noticing that Carol was also cuming. Although she had tilted her head back she was keeping her eyes on me, looking over her rosy cheeks. She had removed her fingers from her pussy but was still rapidly stroking her clit. Her moans were reaching a volume far louder than I expected. Suddenly she closed her eyes and stopped all movement. After a few seconds she appeared to relax and keel over on her side. There she lay, panting. I could not resist asking, “Are you okay?”
I could hear the euphoria she was feeling as she called out her response with a loud, “Uh huh!”
She stretched out her legs and I noted her slim waist and the rise of her hips. I asked, “Do you do that often?”
“Uh huh!”
“Once a day?”
“Uh huh!” She rolled to her back and her breathing slowed.
“That sure looked like it felt good.”
“Uh huh. Yes it did.”
“Do you always shout out your pleasure like that?” I asked.
“Oh no. My parents would hear. I usually grit my teeth and put my hand over my mouth or bury my face in my pillow.”
“Now, what do you want to do?”
She sat up facing me. “Anything you want to do…except…you know…fucking,” she said with her usual smile.
I moved to her, found the hem of her nightie, and raised it up and off of her. She had raised her arms to assist me. The garment drifted to the floor. “I’m going to kiss you all over,” I told her before kissing her on the lips.
(Worry not reader. The next installment is already written.)
