THE FIRST EXCHANGE
Naomi smiled warmly. “Well you’ve already contributed quite a bit tonight, so I suppose I need to make a good faith showing of my own.”
With that, she sat up and scooted over a bit on the bed, creating a little space between us. Then she moved her hands up to the spaghetti straps of the tank top she was wearing and slowly pushed them off of her shoulders. After a few more tantalizing seconds, she pulled the front of her tank top down, simultaneously exposing both of her breasts. To this day, that image is still burned into my retinas. Her breasts were flawless, large and natural, perfect for cupping in your hands, if only that was allowed.
“So you like?” she asked, with the confidence of someone who already knew the answer.
I just nodded, very much aware of the erection now bulging beneath my thin pajama pants. After what must have been at least 30 seconds of me just staring at her breasts, transfixed, I eventually spoke, “so… what now?”
She smiled again, “well, here’s what I was thinking. I’ll keep these out. Stare as long as you like. And while you’re doing that, why don’t you tell me another sexy story. You can choose. Just tell me about a memorable encounter.”
My brain wasn’t exactly firing on all cylinders, so it took me a bit to come up with a story to share, but I eventually thought of one. I began to tell her, haltingly at first, about the time my freshmen year of college when a sophomore girl I had just met led me into a closet in a dorm room and gave me an unexpected blowjob.
Before I had even got a few sentences into the story, Naomi interrupted me. “Jake, you should really feel free to… you know… touch yourself as you tell the story. I know you want to.”
She was certainly right about that. My erection was so persistent that it was taking a significant percentage of my concentration just to resist grabbing it. So I stopped fighting the urge and let my right hand grasp my cock over my shorts.
I continued with the story, describing how the girl, a red-haired sorority girl who had come by our dorm to hang out with a friend, had chatted me up for a while and then, once we found ourselves briefly alone, had taken me by the hand and led me into a small walk-in closet in her friend’s dorm room. I could tell that Naomi was hanging on my every word.
Once in the dark closet, the girl – her name was Carrie, I think – immediately went to her knees and began unzipping my fly. A few seconds later, my pants were down around my knees and my cock was in her mouth.
“Oh my,” Naomi interrupted, “that’s pretty forward. Are all American sorority girls so quick to suck cock?”
I shrugged, “not that I’m the expert, but… I doubt it. This was the only time something like this ever happened to me, and it was apparently part of some dare. But I’ll get to that.”
“So was she good it at… you know… sucking cock?”
“Um… yeah… really good actually.”
“How so? What did she do?”
I explained that, in my opinion, the girls who give the best head actually let their hands do most of the work, that when it’s done right, it should basically be a wet handjob, with the mouth providing the lubrication. I said that Carrie understood this and used her hands perfectly.
Naomi was astounded by this observation. “All this time I’ve been doing it wrong! Most of the time, to make it work, I end up having to move my head like a woodpecker. It’s exhausting. And you’re telling me I should just be using my hand to help?!”
“Um… yeah”
“Show me”
“Show you what? I’m not that flexible”
“Very funny. I don’t mean with your mouth. I mean, show me how you use your hand. Take off your shorts and show me.”
Why not, I thought to myself, and a moment later my shorts were down to my knees and my cock was standing at attention. Naomi’s eyes went wide the moment my cock came into view. I started moving my hand slowly up and down the shaft of my penis, my eyes still glued to Naomi’s perfect breasts.
“Is that how I should do it? Slowly like that?”
“Not really,” I explained, “but you have to be slower and more gentle when there’s no lubrication. Otherwise it can hurt.”
“Hmm… I’ve got an idea.” Naomi got up, her breasts jiggling wildly, and walked over to her dresser. On the top was a bottle of hand lotion. A moment later she was hovering over me, squirting the lotion onto my cock and right hand. As the lotion coated the length of my cock, I began moving my hand much faster, gripping it tightly. Naomi watched intently, like she was studying for an exam. She was now sitting next to me on the edge of the bed.
“Tell me the rest of the story, Jake. How did it end?”
“Well, at first it was so dark in the closet that I couldn’t see anything. But eventually my eyes adjusted to the dark and I could see her. I could see that she was looking up at me. She’d take her mouth off my cock every few strokes and smile up at me, while her hand continued to stroke me. She was clearly enjoying getting me off.”
“You liked the eye contact?”
“Oh definitely. There’s something so intimate about that. I liked the smiling too. Some girls get so serious during sex. Playfulness is usually sexier.”
Naomi seemed to consider that for a moment. Then she asked “So what then? Did she make you come?”
“Oh yeah. But not the way I expected. When I was getting close, I think she could sense it. She just stood up, abruptly, her hand still firmly stroking my cock, and she leaned in to kiss me. We hadn’t kissed up until that point. It was a slow, intimate kiss. Then she moved her mouth up to my ear and whispered to me, ‘come for me, freshmen.’ Her voice was so sexy, so confident. Her grip was so firm. I came almost immediately after that.”
“Wow, that’s incredible. What happened to all the spunk?”
“Not sure. The floor of the closet, I guess. She pointed my cock away from her when I came.”
“Well, I’m sure her friend appreciated that. Speaking of which, I can tell you’re getting close now. Just shoot it onto your stomach and I’ll get you a tissue.”
Taking that as my cue to wrap things up, I took one last gaze at Naomi’s breasts and allowed myself to come. Quite a bit of cum – more than from a typical wank – shot out onto my stomach, causing Naomi’s eyes to again grow wide. As soon as I was done, she got me a tissue and immediately put her shirt back on. Soon we were back in bed, her nestled in against me, as if nothing had happened.
For the next severals weeks, this same general routine played itself out almost every other night. At Naomi’s suggestion, we’d get naked (Naomi even took her shorts and panties off a few times), and I’d tell her about a prior sexual escapade while masturabating in front of her. As strange as it all was, it came to feel almost routine. We didn’t do it every night, but at least every other. Before long, I was running out of material to share with her. I’d already told her about my most memorable encounters and even a few of the not so memorable.