*not* going to try to do anything to make it happen again, or make anything more happen. If that, or anything more, happens, then I'll be glad for it; but if*nothing* else happens, then I'll honestly be just as glad to have had that one time with you.' That sobered her up some, and she gave me a little smile to let me know that she'd understood what I said.
A few moments later, she changed the subject, and started asking me questions about the computer, how it worked, what it was made of, and so on. I told her that it would be easier to explain to her if I could show her on the computer itself, and we went over to where the computer was running a screen saver.
As I started answering her questions, and showing her how the different parts of the computer worked, and what their purpose was, she got more interested in it, and started asking me more and more involved questions. I answered them, as best I could for someone without a technical background, and before long, we were on the subject of software.
I explained to her how software was written, and about computer languages and operating systems, using the program that I'd been working on as an example for different things. Before long, though, it was at the point where my program didn't 'do' enough, and I went to other programs to show her different aspects of operating systems and user interfaces.
The whole thing took a couple of hours, and we were both surprised when there was a knock at my door. When I answered, it was Robyn's mother, looking for her. When Robyn saw her mother, she jumped up, and ran over to her, telling her about getting her report back, and showing her the grade it had received. Her mother was quite pleased by it, and thanked me for helping her out as I had. I responded by telling her that it wasn't any problem, and that I thought Robyn was a pretty smart young lady. Her mother raised an eyebrow at that, and I told her that Robyn had asked me some good questions about computers and software, and that I'd been showing her different things on the computer to demonstrate some of my answers. I then invited her over for a look, and suggested that Robyn tell her mother some of what she'd learned. Robyn started off with how the computer worked, and what the different parts were; and when she got into software, I went along with her on the computer, demonstrating the different things she was saying. Since her mother used a computer a lot on her job, she was able to see that Robyn was getting nearly all of it correct, and was only getting her terminology wrong in the few places where she made mistakes. Between that, and seeing that Robyn had been in the chair next to the computer when she came in, seemed to put to rest any worries she might have had.
She finally told Robyn that they had to get home, and Robyn started pleading with her mother, asking if she could come over again, and learn more about computers, and how to use some of the different software that I had. Her mother started out telling her no, but Robyn was so insistent, that her mother finally looked at me for help. I told them that I would be glad to teach Robyn more about computers, and how to use the different program, BUT that I was also working for myself, and it would only have to happen when I wasn't busy. Her mother looked relieved, and Robyn, of course, was delighted by it – and quickly agreed to the 'rules'. With that done, they left.
It was a couple more days before Robyn came over again – but I was having trouble with a little bit of code, and told her that I couldn't spare the time for any lessons right then. She seemed disappointed, and asked if she could just sit and watch me. I thought about it for a moment, and told her she could, but that if she interrupted me, or distracted me, she would have to leave. She agreed, I let her in, and she promptly went over, pulled a chair over to where she could watch what I was doing without being in the way, and sat down. I went back to work, and over the next hour or so, finally got the code I'd been working on smoothed out and running. The whole time, Robyn simply sat there, watching my every move, but not saying anything.
When I'd gotten the code tested, and saved, I relaxed, and sat back in my chair, finishing off the Coke I'd been drinking. I sighed, threw the can into the wastebasket, and started to get up to go get another one when Robyn finally spoke up, saying 'Let me get it for you', and almost ran into the kitchen. She quickly returned with a can of Coke, and handed it to me. When I popped the top on it, she moved behind me, and started rubbing my neck and shoulders. I took a couple more swallows off the Coke, set it down, and leaned my head forward a little, so that she could get to my neck a little easier. She started really working the muscles in my neck and shoulders, and it wasn't long before I started groaning in pleasure. She asked me 'Does that feel good?', and I replied by telling her that it certainly did. A couple moments later, she asked 'As good as Other Things that we've done?' – and I answered 'I didn't say it was*that* good!', making her laugh. Then she moved around in front of me, sat on my lap facing me, and with a impish grin asked me 'Is there anything else that would help you relax?'. I said that I could probably think of a couple, and she pulled her shirt off, saying 'Do any of them start here?'. I agreed that they did, leaned forward, and started licking and sucking on her breasts and nipples. It wasn't long before her areolas were tight and crinkled, and her nipples were standing out like little dark jellybeans. While I was giving her breasts a tongue-bath, I was softly stroking and caressing her sides and back while she held my head against her chest. My penis was completely hard, and she was rubbing and pressing her crotch against it with small, firm, movements. After a couple minutes of that, she said 'Maybe we should do this someplace more comfortable…', so I took her in my arms, stood up, and carried her into the bedroom. When I got next to the bed, I asked 'Do you think here would be a good place?'; she giggled, and nodded yes, so I set her down on the edge of the bed. She reached down and started to unfasten her shorts when I said 'Here, let me do that'. She pulled her hands away, and started using them to squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples. I reached down, unsnapped her shorts, and pulled the zipper down, revealing her pale blue panties. As I started pulling her shorts down, she raised her hips up off the bed, and as I got her shorts down past her knees, she spread her legs slightly, and I could see that there was already a wet spot on her panties. When I'd gotten her shorts completely off her, and dropped them on the floor, I moved up so that my face was in her crotch, and started using my lips to massage her clitoris and the outside of her vagina through her panties. In just a few moments, she was starting to moan, and pressing her crotch into my face as the wet spot on her panties got larger and larger. Before long, the mixture of her juices and my saliva was enough that the entire crotch of her panties was soaked, and about halfway up the front – making them almost transparent, and revealing how her vaginal lips were extended and pressing against them, and showing off the dark color of her downy muff.
My erection was starting to hurt from being confined in my pants, and I was eventually forced to stand up, so that I could take my clothes off. It took her a moment to realize that I'd stopped, and when she saw that I was starting to undress, said 'My turn!', and slithered across the bed so that she could stand up in front of me. She started unbuttoning my shirt, and when she'd gotten all the buttons undone, opened it up, and reached around to hug me, pressing her tight breasts and hard nipples into my chest for a few moments before pulling my shirt off. Then she reached down and unbuckled my belt, having only a little trouble with it, unbuttoned my pants, and pulled the zipper down – slowly, and pressing her hand against my erection as she did so. She grabbed the waistband of my pants, and slid them down around my feet, squatting down as she did, and brushing her nipples against my skin all the way down; once down, she gently tugged at each leg in turn, so that I would lift my feet and she could get the pants out of the way. When she'd tossed them off to the side, she pressed her face against my erection, and started using her lips to gently 'bite' at it, as I'd done to her. She also raised one of her hands up, and started weighing my balls in her hand, and softly squeezing and feeling them. It was only a few moments of this before I started pressing my erection against her; she stopped what she was doing then, stood up, and started to pull my underwear down, too, repeating the process she'd used to pull my pants down. As my underwear went down, and my erection came free, it dropped down so that it stood angled out and up from my body – right at her eye level. When she'd gotten my underwear free, and tossed it aside, she reached up again, using one hand to stroke my balls, and the other to hold my penis as she licked the underside and mouthed it again. When a couple drops of pre-cum appeared, she got a delighted look on her face, stuck her face in my crotch, and started slowly licking me from the bottom of my balls, along the bottom of my penis, and out to the head, where she 'flipped' her tongue to catch the pre-cum. She made a little smile, and said 'Good! Sweet and salty, at the same time. I like it!'.
She looked up at me, giggled a little, and said 'I've never really seen a boy – I mean, a man – naked before. Can I look?'. I laughed, and said 'I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours!', and she laughed, too.
She quickly stood up, and when she reached for her panties, I said 'That's still MY job, you know…', and moved her hands out of the way. I knelt down, and as I pulled her panties down, was greeted by a nice, close-up view of her bush. It was still kind of small, but was made up of sparse, fine, dark, straight hair – enough to give her pubis some 'color', but not enough to obstruct the view of what was under it. After I'd gotten her panties down, and removed them from around her feet, I leaned forward a little, and stuck my tongue in her crotch, so that it was back by the entrance to her vagina – and slowly curled it, separating her vaginal lips and dipping inside to taste her
