Chapter 10

Jen was even more innocent than Ryan had thought, but it just made her more endearing to him. He was getting frustrated, but he didn't let on. He didn't want to risk upsetting her or losing her if he pressured her.

But she was becoming more courageous, and he knew she liked their make-out sessions. She always felt him ever since that night, and one night when they were alone in his bedroom, his parents gone, she reached into his pants. He groaned from the touch of her hand on his swollen dick, and she rubbed it up and down. Kissing him, she unzipped his pants

and pulled it out. They both looked down at it, it was hard and pulsating, lying flat against his stomach. A little precum dribbled down the sides, and she looked surprised.

"You already did it?" she asked him shyly.

"Oh, no," he said. "That just happens before, you know. Most guys have it," he added, making sure she knew he was normal.

She reached back down for it, picking up a drop of his precum off and rubbing it between her fingertips, to his surprise. Then she spread the rest of it around the head and moved the skin up and down sensually. She began kissing him again, still with a grip on his exposed cock. She licked his ears and kissed his neck. She released it for a moment to slide her hands up his shirt while he did the same to her. He pulled his shirt off and she pressed herself against his naked chest, kissing his Adam's apple.

His hands journeyed around her hips, reaching behind to hold her ass. She kept rubbing and rubbing, jacking his cock while she kissed his chest, her mouth finding his sensitive nipples and her tongue flicking against them. Pretty soon he groaned loudly and she kissed his mouth, then pulled away, excited.

She rubbed faster and faster, and with a stronger grip and he gasped. His eyes rolled back while she watched, and in a choked voice he whispered he was going to cum. Fascinated, she watched as he arched his back and his body stiffened. He groaned again. His eyes closed, she kept jacking his throbbing cock, and grayish-white cream came spurting out of the tip, onto his bare chest. She hadn't known it would come out in spurts like that, but instead had envisioned a steady stream.

Ryan began to breathe deeper and her hand slowed. A final gob of cum oozed out onto her hand. She reached up and touched one of the drops on his chest, then an idea occurred to her and she massaged all of it into his skin. He leaned in and kissed her, grateful, and a little surprised at her boldness. She'd surprised him, she wasn't predictable, he was finding out.

"What does it feel like?" she asked. Her lower body felt like it was melting; the sight of Ryan having an orgasm made her more turned on than she could ever remember being.

"You've never cum before?" he asked.

"No," she shook her head. "At least, I don't think so... "

He laughed. "Believe me, you'd remember it if you had," he told her. "It's unbelievable. It's like, the whole world explodes and you just feel incredible."

"Have your other girlfriends made you cum before?" she asked boldly.

"Well... " he began uncomfortably. "They don't matter... "

"Well, I just want to know," she said. "What about Courtney?" she asked, referring to his last girlfriend that he'd told her about, at her request of course.

"Jen! I told you, they don't matter!" he said, a bit exasperatingly.

"I know... " she said. "But I'm just curious. I mean, I want to know about you," she explained.

"Oh, I see."

"I mean, have you cum a lot?"

He laughed at her naivete. "Gallons," he said.

She looked a bit hurt, and he quickly tried to explain without embarrassing himself too much.

"Well, I haven't done it that much with girls. I do it myself," he explained, not looking her in the eye.

She looked relieved, but at the same time a look he'd never seen before came across her face.

"You mean, you masturbate?" she asked.

"All guys masturbate," he stated matter-of-factly. "If one ever tells you he doesn't do it, then he's lying to you babe."

"Wow! How do you do it?" she asked, her eyes wide.

"Ohhhhhhh!" he whined. "I do not want to talk about this. Can we please talk about something else?"

"But I want to talk about it," she said, rolling onto her stomach and gazing at him.

"Why?" he asked stubbornly.

"Because it turns me on," she told him with a straight face.

"Really?" he asked. "Well, in that case... " he joked.

"No, really. I swear. Where does it feel good?" she asked, gripping his limp penis in her hand.

"Well," said Ryan. "Let me show you... "

He placed his hand over hers, moving her index finger to just below the head. He placed her thumb over the head, and slowly began moving her two fingers up and down. His dick slowly lengthened, and he began breathing heavily again.

"Do you want me to play with your balls?" she asked.

"Sure, you can play with my balls!"

She reached down and gingerly touched the soft sack hanging between his legs. She took a hold of it, and rubbed the hard balls she felt in it.

"Be gentle," he warned. "They're very sensitive you know."

"I like them," she said seriously.

Ryan laughed. "Yeah, babe, I like them too. That's why I said be gentle!"

She laughed too. She rubbed the dent between them. Her other hand kept massaging his dick the way he showed her. He groaned a little bit.

Ryan watched her, while she rubbed his dick up and down. He looked down, then back at her.

"Do you- do you think I have a nice dick?" he asked, shyly.

She looked up in surprise. "Yeah! It's cool."

He laughed. "I mean, do you think it's kinda... big maybe?"