Chapter 37: Lesson

Twenty minutes after Leah called me, I was knocking at her front door. Her parents were at a political meeting and would be there for the next two hours.

L. O. was embarrassed from the start. I mean all I did was greet Leah with a long kiss, and then I peeled my shirt off, and pulled L. O. into a tight hug.

An involuntary, "Hey, wait a minute, you guys!" came out of L. O.'s mouth; and she covered her mouth with a hand, and waved us on with the other.

I stopped what I was doing, and stepped back, giving Leah a questioning look.

Leah took charge, reminding L. O. why I was there.

"Okay. Okay," L. O. said apologetically.

"L. O. you sit there," Leah said, pointing to the hassock in front of the couch. "And I'll sit here," she said, indicating the couch.

I stood there, letting Leah take the lead. I had an erection that was evident to both women, as they had some difficulty in taking their eyes off my crotch. I guess that proves the power of knowing a blow job is in store.

To my surprise, L. O. moved the hassock so that she was now sitting almost between my legs.

I asked the question Leah and I had agreed upon before hand, thinking it would serve to further arouse L. O. "Are your nipples hard, Leah?"

"Yeah," she replied, and ran a hand over her chest, then plucked at each nipple in turn. As usual she wasn't wearing a bra, and soon they were standing out as only Leah's nips could.

Then to L. O. I said, "My erection isn't bothering you, is it?"

She cleared her throat, and tore her eyes away from my crotch and in a cracked voice, said, "No."

"Good," I replied, and waited for Leah's next cue. There wasn't one, so I said, "Would you look at her nipples, L. O.?"

L. O. looked at Leah's nipples, and then gasped as Leah pulled her T-shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor at L. O.'s feet.

"Oh, God," She said, as Leah began to pluck at her stiffened buds. I felt her kind of sink against me.

"You know," I said, "some people say that women don't like to look as much as men. What do you think?"

L. O. cleared her throat again; then said, "Can't you tell?"

"If you ask me, I'd say you were enjoying looking at them."

"Yes, they're very nice," L. O. said quietly.

"Not much in the tittie department though," I said, and got a grimace from Leah.

"Maybe her breasts are on the small side, but her nipples kind of make up for that," L. O. offered, trying to defend her friend.

That got a wide smile from Leah.

"Would you like to see my ass?" I inquired. "Leah loves looking at it."

L. O.'s eyes opened wide, but all the same, she nodded."

"Why don't you sit on the couch with Leah?" I said, and L. O. readily complied.

I unzipped my jeans and dropped them to the floor and carefully stepped out of them, leaving me in front of the girls with a huge, unmistakable bulge in the front of my jockey shorts.

L. O. swallowed, never taking her eyes off my appendage. Leah draped her arm over L. O.'s shoulder and lightly stroked her cheek. L. O. didn't notice.

Neither girl made eye contact with me, so I pushed the envelope and took my dick out, holding it so that L. O. got a good look at it. Leah leaned against L. O. ostensibly to get a better look. L. O. adjusted a little to give her room, and Leah moved so that she was sitting shoulder to shoulder with L. O.

L. O. could feel the length of Leah's naked leg against her own. That, too, was turning her on. L. O. stared at it for a full minute. No one moved during that period. The unable to resist teasing her, I made my dick jump, and L. O. screeched in horror.

"It's fuckin' huge!" she said after regaining some of her composure.

"It will fit in your mouth, you give it a chance," Leah told her.

"Never!" L. O. said, meaning it was too big for her mouth.

I grinned at her, and turned around so that she could see all of me.

Maybe a minute went by before anyone said anything. Then L. O. said, "He has a great body," sort of ignoring me, although her eyes never left my bod.

"Well, he's here to help you out. Now you watch closely, and when you think you understand what's going on, I'll turn him over to you."

L. O. nodded and sat down on a hassock directly in front of me.

Leah urged me over to the couch and I sat. She dropped to her knees and took my dick in her hands.

"At first, the guy might be a little dry, so you wet him ... like this," she spit into her hands, rubbed them together, and then rubbed her saliva coated her palms up and down the shaft.

I watched L. O.'s facial expression change as Leah quickly described the basics of a blow job to her. And when she took me into her mouth, I said, "You know, L. O., Leah can really suck cock. I've had a few blowjobs, and she's really good at it."

Laughing despite herself, Leah took me from her mouth, and added, "I take pride in my work."

That had L. O. laughing, and for the first time she touched me, reaching out to slap at my shoulder. I grabbed her and pulled her against my hip, careful not to bring her into contact with Leah or my cock. "Check it out from this angle, L. O., I said, and she remained at my side until Leah took me from her mouth and had her get down on her knees beside her.

Was she supposed to strip? Leah had her tits exposed, should she? She wanted to, but didn't, deciding to wait and see what transpired in the next couple minutes. But she had to admit that the erotic tension in the room was already the most exciting thing she had ever done. And that included jerking that Dennis Woods off.

She was committing Aubrey's cock to memory; wondering why it was curved like a banana, and noting that the tip, or head as Leah had told her, was flared away from the shaft. 'Like a mushroom, only not.' she thought. Then she spotted the pearl-like drop of fluid oozing from the hole. She had to remind herself to breathe.

Only when Leah removed me from her mouth and slapped her face with it, did L. O. remember to inhale, and did so loudly enough so that I noticed.

Leah grasped my erection in her right hand and gave it a squeeze. A drop of precum oozed out.

"Oh, look," Leah said, using her finger to scoop some of the fluid from the tip of my cock. "Aubrey's wet too!"

She startled both L. O. and me by holding the finger to her nose and sniffing. Then she extended her hand to L. O. who leaned forward and sniffed the finger, then made a slight grimace.

Leah saw it, and rose up, sat down on the couch with us, and demanded that she taste it.

"No!" L. O. said emphatically.

"Damn it, the reason he's here is to teach you about men and their privates. Now taste it!"

L. O. challenged Leah with a glaring look, but then changed her mind, and I saw the pink tip of her tongue come out and lick Leah's finger.

I began stroking my dick, needing to keep it fully erect. Then I asked L. O. "Have you ever watched a guy jack-off?"

She shook her head no.

"Are you enjoying yourself?"

"What ... what kind of question is that?" she asked obviously embarrassed.

"Well, I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to. I mean, I know why I'm here, but if you've changed your mind ... I'll put it away and leave."

"Oh..."

"Well... ?"

"Oh ... yeah, you put it that way, I guess I'm enjoying myself."

"What other way is there to put it?" I asked her.

"Guys! Guys!" Leah interjected. "We're here for a reason," and she dropped to her knees again and hefted my balls. I put my head back, and closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation. Her hand was warm to the touch.

Leah turned to L. O. "Do you want to feel him?"

In response, L. O. got down on her knees beside Leah, and extended her hand. Leah took it, and pressed it against my balls. Compared with Leah's, L. O.'s hand was cool and caused my cock to twitch involuntarily.

My cock was pointed straight up into the air as I slowly stroked it. Leah's hand moved to cup my balls again.

"You try it, L. O." I said softly.

When she hesitated, Leah said sharply, "Go on, L. O., touch him!"

L. O.'s eyes went from my dick to my eyes and back again. Then, taking me tentatively in her right hand, she began jerking me off.

"So," I said, "Enjoying yourself?"

"Yes," she said, and without any prompting, reached up and ran her hand over my ass. Leah joined in too, so that each was running a hand over my cheeks with Leah occasionally tickling my asshole.

"I'm sorry, L. O.," Leah said after a time, "I have to have him in my mouth." I cocked my hips so she could push underneath me and take the head of my cock into her mouth.

Moments later, Leah took L. O.'s hand and moved it back to my dick. And as if she were programmed to do so, L. O. started to move her hand back and forth. Leah was content to play ice cream cone with me, licking and kissing, with the occasional suck.