A good neighbor

'What's that?'

'I'm going to figure you know that both of those can end with the person receiving the oral sex having a climax. I don't figure you'd mind that happening with YOU, but what about it happening with me? Do you really think you're ready to find out what happens when I climax?'

A trifle hesitantly, she asked 'That's… that's when you squirt your stuff — your semen, right?'

'Yes. And before that happens, I'll have to be sexually excited, so that I have an erection. I think you know that means my penis is going to be bigger and harder than usual; are you ready for that?'

'I'm ready to find out what it's like, yeah. I can't know if I'm really ready for it until it happens, can I? I'm going to have to find out what happens when a guy has a climax sooner or later; at least if it happens with you, I know that it'll be okay — I mean, I know you're not going to try to DO anything with me, and that I won't have to be scared or nervous or anything. If… if I'm okay with your erection, you being a grown man and everything, then I know everything will be okay when it's a guy MY age. Really, Gary — I want to find out about eating pussy and blowjobs, and with you.'

It sure sounded like she'd thought about it, like she claimed to have. And I had to admit that I thought she had good points about finding out about erections and male ejaculation. Even if I wasn't already looking for us to be together like that, she'd made a good argument for it happening.

I pretended to be thinking about what she'd said as I tried to relax my cock from its half-erect state by sheer force of will — I didn't doubt for a moment that an adult male erection would be a surprise to her, and if I could possibly manage it, I wanted to her to see as it happened so that she wouldn't be as surprised (or scared, if it came to that).

When I'd finally gotten myself to a more-or-less normal state, I told her 'As long as you remember we can stop any time you need or want, I guess it'll be okay. I suppose you want to find out now?'

'Um, yeah, if it's okay…'

I didn't bother saying anything; I just gave her butt a little pat to let her know to get off my lap.

When both of us were standing, I told her 'This might take a little while. I think we'd both be more comfortable on my bed, but if you want, we can get the blanket out and stay in here, too.'

She was surprisingly calm as she answered 'Your bed is okay. I know I don't have to worry about anything happening.'

Taking her hand in mine, I led the way back to my bedroom. She'd seen it in passing a few times, but this was going to be the first time that both of us were going to be on it — never mind with us nude, and actually involved with each other.

Emma helped me pull the bed covers down so that we'd be comfortable; then both of us quietly began to take our clothes off. Although she tried to play it calm, I could still tell that she was considerably interested in how I'd look when I was nude. I didn't bother trying to arrange things so that we both finished undressing at the same time; I was able to shed my under shorts before Emma was quite done riding herself of her bra. I calmly got onto the bed, then stretched out, making no bones about the fact that I was watching her as she finally slid her panties down her legs — something that was complicated by her attempt to look at my package while pretending she wasn't. When she'd finally managed to get her panties untangled from her ankles, she didn't hesitate to climb onto the bed with me. I could see that she was nervous, but not afraid; I simply waited patiently until she was able to focus her attention on me, and not just my cock and balls.

When she was looking into my face again, I calmly suggested 'Since you've never seen an adult penis and everything, why don't you do ahead and find out about me, first. Look, touch, whatever you want to do until you're comfortable about what I have. Then when you're ready, we can go from there.'

Blushing slightly, she nodded her head, and then sat up and turned herself around so that she could lean over far enough to really look at me. After a couple of minutes, she worked up the courage to reach out and begin touching me — very tentatively at first, but when I didn't express any discomfort or even interest in what she was doing, she quickly became comfortable enough to move things around, and generally find out what she wanted to know. She asked a few questions, and I answered them calmly and impassionately, trying to help her understand that there wasn't anything inherently 'magical' or mysterious about male genitalia. Her manipulations had a little bit of an effect on me, getting me to semi-erect, but I managed to keep myself from developing a full erection.

When she was satisfied, she calmly returned to laying next to me before telling me 'Thanks, Gary. I was kinda embarrassed at first, and I didn't know what to expect. But you really made it okay for me to learn what guys have, and how you're different from us girls, and I feel a lot better, now. You didn't make me feel bad, even when I was asking you stuff that was maybe kinda dumb.'

'Em, the only dumb question is the one you don't ask. If there's something you don't know, I'm glad to be able to help you find an answer. Okay?'

She gave me a pleased smile, and I moved my head in to give her a soft kiss on the lips. She eagerly returned it, and after it was over, I asked 'You said you aren't completely sure whether you want to learn about using your mouth on me?'

She nodded before telling me 'I think I do, but I'm not sure, yet.', a trifle apprehensive.

'That's fine, honey. How about if I do it to you, first; then if you don't want to do that, you don't have to?'

'Yeah, that'd be okay.', she answered. I could tell that she was feeling a certain amount of eager anticipation, even though she was trying to play it cool. I just gave her a small smile before moving my lips to hers again.

As we exchanged a number of progressively longer kisses, I put my hand on her waist, then began gently petting her abdomen and belly with my fingertips. When she started revealing some of her increasing desire, I expanded my touch to include her breasts — and when she parted them for me, the insides of her thighs. With us about to try something new for her, I was deliberately keeping the level of my contact with her body a little bit behind the arousal she exhibited.

Her desire was clear as it could be when she did something new — parted her lips slightly, and briefly touched her tongue to my lips. I'd avoided that kind of kissing with her up until then for fear of frightening her; but with her making the first move that way, I was quite willing to follow her lead. I separated my own lips, and sent my tongue out in search of hers, and it wasn't but a few seconds before they were introducing themselves to each other. As our tongues slowly danced from my mouth to hers and back again, I could feel her desire growing. When I let my hand finally come to rest on her mound, I could feel the warmth emanating from her opening. It took only a few moments for me to collect enough of her oils on my finger so that I could begin toying with her clitoris — something that had her moaning into my mouth.

We continued to kiss for as long as we could while I slowly and gently tended to the little knob of flesh at the top of her cleft; when her breathing became impassioned enough that she needed her mouth to breathe with, I simply shifted my oral attentions to the warm mounds of her breasts, and the inviting targets of her puckered areolas and erect nipples.

I could have easily, and happily, stayed like that with her; I already knew that it wouldn't be difficult to help her have a perfectly dandy orgasm that way. But what both of us wanted was for her to find out what it was like to have her virginal young snatch eaten. So I didn't spend as much time using my mouth and hand on her as I had before; in fact, I doubt that I paid her much more than token attention that way, because I was so eager to finally get my head between her firm, smooth thighs.

She didn't have any noticeable reaction when I eased my hand away from her mons, but she opened her eyes to watch me when she felt me begin to kiss my way down her body. When I moved my body over hers, and between her spread legs, she didn't exhibit even the slightest concern about what I might do… she was simply too focused on what I was doing, and where she knew I was going.

At her navel, I spent a few seconds tonguing her slight 'innie' before continuing my journey.

When my lips reached her small pubic thatch, I used my lips to gently pull on the fine, pale strands of her soft bush as I slowly and steadily moved my head closer and closer to my goal.

With my head finally between her silken thighs, she let me guide her into bringing her knees up and spreading her legs a little more — leaving her open to whatever I might subject her to. A quick glance up told me that she was a little concerned about what I might think about being so close to such an intimate part of her body. Lowering