Summer of Learning – Chapter 2

My fingers trembled slightly as I dialed his number. I hadn't seen or talked to Sean since that day he came over to our house and ended up giving me my first kiss. It's not like we had planned it, and nothing had ever come of it.

Now I was half way through my first semester at college. I focused on my schoolwork as usual. My roommate was nice. She wasn't a stereo-typical drunken college party girl, but she wasn't quiet like I was. She made friends easily; she included me in her circle of friends, inviting me to join them in the caf for meals, or to go to concerts on campus. She often teased me about being a homebody and a bookworm, but I didn't take it personally.

Through her group of friends, I met Tyler. He was sweet, kind of shy like me. He was a marketing major while I was in communications, so we had a couple classes together. He asked me out a month ago, and it's been fun dating him. The thing is, I could tell he wanted to take things a little further than just kissing. When we would make out, he would try to guide my hand to his crotch, and I'd let him, but I didn't want it to go much further. I wouldn't let him touch me, not even to cop a feel under my shirt. I liked him, I really did, but I just wasn't ready for that.

I didn't want to lose Tyler. He treated me really well, and had the patience of a saint. I knew if I didn't start meeting him half way, he'd leave me, and I really didn't want that.

That's when I called Sean.

I was about ready to hang up when he finally answered, "Hello?"

Crap. I panicked. How could I ask him...?

"Hello?" he asked again, sounding annoyed.

"HI! Sean!" I blurted out, louder than I'd meant to. "It's me...Morgan." God, I felt like an idiot.

There was an awkward pause before he answered, "Hey, sweetheart. How's college life?"

"It's good. It's...really good," I started. "I did really well on my mid-terms, starting up second quarter now."

"Yeah? How'd ya do? As if I need to ask," he teased.

I smiled, "I did fine. I'm passing everything so far. Some classes are better than others, but it's good."

"Glad to hear it," he sounded genuinely proud of me. "Got 'em eating out of the palm of your hand yet?"

"Ha...something like that. My roommate is really nice and she kinda absorbed me into her group of friends. They're all pretty cool. I even, um...I met someone."

"Oh yeah?" he asked. I was probably imagining the disappointment I heard in his voice.

"Yeah. His name's Tyler. He's sweet. He's um...he's kind of the reason I called," I started, but couldn't get myself to keep talking.

"Is something wrong?" Sean asked.

"No. Nothing's wrong, really. It's just...I think he wants to...I don't know...do more than what we've been doing." Seriously, what was I doing thinking this would work. I couldn't even say what he wanted me to do.

Sean's tone turned defensive, "Is he pressuring you into sex? Morgan, if you aren't ready, you tell that fucker..."

"No no no!" I interrupted. "At least, not yet. No, I think he...I think he wants me to..."

"Give him a blow job?" Sean guessed, saving me an iota of embarrassment.

I breathed a sigh of relief, "Yes. And I don't have a clue what to do. And I just remembered, before you left...that day...if I ever had a problem, I could come to you for help, right?"

Sean let out an exasperated sigh. "Jesus, Morgan. I don't know...that's...I'm flattered you thought to come to me, but isn't there a girl friend who could talk you through it?"

"Yeah," I said, trying to hide my disappointment, "I talked to one of my friends about it, and I know how to do it in theory, but...to put it in practice..."

"Oh, good lord..." Sean muttered. "Morgan, are you asking to practice on me? Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Sean, I know it's weird as hell, but I don't want my first time giving a blow job to my boyfriend ending up in disaster. I think he's already getting ready to dump me if I don't do something soon...I'm pretty sure it'd all be over if I screwed up...that."

Sean chuckled on the other end, "If I know college guys, it won't last long enough for you to screw anything up." He let out another long sigh, "Girl, you're killing me. How do you propose we do this?"

"Oh my god, really?! You'll help me?" I couldn't contain my excitement.

"Like I could ever say no. You are offering me a free blowjob..." His voice had turned low and silky. I couldn't help but think that Tyler never had the effect on my panties as Sean did. Maybe it's just because I knew Sean so well and for so long. "So...do you have some kind of plan as to when?"

"I've got a four day break coming up this weekend. I thought maybe I could come back home as soon as my last class let out. Mom and Dad think I'm only coming home on Friday."

"Uh..." Sean began, "And where do you plan on staying Thursday night?"

I stayed quiet. I couldn't ask him if I could stay at his place for the night, but I hadn't figured out where I was going to stay if this all went to plan. I was half hoping he'd offer his couch in exchange for the blowjob.

"Morgan..." he chided. "Where do you plan on staying?"

"I, um...I haven't worked that part out yet..." I stammered and cringed, waiting for his response.

A long moment went by before he said anything. "Girl, I know I'm gonna regret this. Alright. You can crash at my place over night. On the couch!" he added resolutely.

"Thank you Sean, you're the best!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, yeah...I'll see you Thursday."

"Okay. See you Thursday. Um...goodnight!"

"G'night."

The rest of the week could not have gone slower. While I enjoyed my time with Tyler, I couldn't help but get excited about being with Sean and being able to come back to school with some added knowledge. I had even let him feel me up, over my shirt of course, hoping that would keep him happy over the break. I made sure to hint heavily to Tyler that I'd have a big surprise for him when we got back from break. I didn't want to come right out and say it, but he seemed to get the hint.

My first year seminar class was the last class of the day on Thursday. It dragged on forever on a normal day, but today I didn't think I'd ever get out of there. I was half tempted to ask to leave to use the bathroom and then just take off, but the scholar in me kept me in my seat for the full hour and a half as the professor droned on.

The minute class was dismissed, I darted out of the classroom. I didn't bother waiting to ride the crowded elevator, opting for the steps, instead, despite the backpack full of books I was carrying. I walked quickly to my car in the student lot; I had packed up the night before, not wanting to waste a minute getting back home.

I hooked up my iPod and started the five hour drive back home. I fought the urge to let my lead foot take over, staying within five miles of the speed limit. I finally came up to the exit for my home town, excitement and anticipation...and a little nervousness flowing through my veins. I made my way to Sean's house, making sure to avoid my own neighborhood. I couldn't risk anyone seeing my car a day early. I parked out on the street in front of his house and grabbed my overnight bag and slung it over my shoulder before heading up his walkway. I took a deep breath before knocking timidly on his front door. I heard his footsteps getting nearer and my heart was rising up into my throat again.

He opened the door and I plastered a nervous smile on my face and waved shyly, squeaking out a quiet "Hi." He smirked and stepped back, allowing me inside. I was grateful night had already fallen so he couldn't see just how hard I was blushing as I walked into his living room.

"How was your drive?" he asked. I guess he thought some small talk would help calm me down. He was wrong.

"It was okay. Long. Traffic wasn't too bad." I looked around his living room, trying to figure out where to put my bag. He must have picked up on what I was looking for because he offered his hand out to take my bag, then placed it at the corner of the couch.

"You hungry, or did you stop somewhere on the way?"

Jeez, I hadn't even thought about eating, but thinking back, I hadn't eaten anything since my early lunch, and that was just a salad. "Yeah...I'm getting kinda hungry."

"If you were any other girl," he said, his hand ruffling the hair on the back of his head nervously, "I'd take you out for dinner before we, uh...did anything like this. But seeing as how we're trying to keep this secret..."

"I know," I cut in. "It's okay. Can we just order a pizza or something? I'll chip in."

"You will not," he said, adamantly. "Yeah, like I'm gonna let the college girl home from school buy her own dinner. Geez, what kind of guy do you think I am?" He shook his head and reached for his phone, placing the order. I giggled at the fact that he had the phone number for Dominos memorized.

We sat on the couch and watched some TV as we waited for the pizza to arrive. He kept drumming his fingers along the back of the couch and drumming his thumb on the armrest. I grinned when I realized he was just as nervous as I was. Finally, the doorbell rang. Sean went to open the door and pay the delivery guy while I went into his kitchen and started looking for plates.

He came in after me, placing the pizza on the tiny kitchen table and opened the lid. I found some paper plates and placed a large slice on each while he went to the fridge and pulled out a beer. He looked at me for a second, then reached in and grabbed another bottle, offering it to me. "Um, thanks, but I'm not 21. I'm only...almost 19," I said, trying to make myself feel and sound older than I felt.

He fixed me with a look, "Really? You're gonna throw age at me? Tonight? If you don't want one, just say so." I couldn't tell if he was really upset or just teasing me. He turned to replace the second bottle.

"Okay," I spoke up, tapping into whatever courage I had. "Yeah, I'd like one. Thanks." He grinned back at me and twisted the caps off both bottles before grabbing a plate and heading back into the living room. I followed him and we both took our places back on the couch.

I must have made a face as I sipped at my beer because he laughed out loud. "Don't tell me that's your first beer, too," Sean chuckled.

"It's that obvious, huh?" I said, feeling like a little kid trying to fit in with the bigger, cooler kids.

"Just a little bit. Don't worry. You'll get used to it," he promised, bringing his own bottle to his lips and taking a swig. I watched as he licked the carbonation off his lips and found myself mimicking the motion with my own tongue before I caught myself and tried to focus on eating and whatever it was we were watching on TV.

When we had eaten our fill and cleaned up any trash, we stood in the kitchen, awkwardly looking at each other, then to the floor, the fridge, seemingly anywhere else but into each other's eyes. He finally broke the silence, "So..."

"I have to go to the bathroom!" I announced, mentally slapping my forehead. Could I be any more obvious how nervous I was? I ducked my head and walked down the hallway, locking myself in the bathroom. It turned out I did have to go, and I'd rather do that now than when we were in the middle of...something. After I had finished up and washed and dried my hands, I couldn't bring myself to open the door. What was I thinking? This was such a stupid idea. I was preparing my explanation to Sean when he knocked on the door. Jeez, how long had I been in here?

"Morgan? You okay? That beer get to ya?" He sounded genuinely concerned, and my heart fluttered a little.

"Yeah...I'm okay. Be right out." I checked myself one last time in the mirror and braced myself, unlocked the door and opened it.

Sean was leaning against the wall just outside the door. He raised his eyebrows as I stepped into the hallway, "You sure about this?"

Not trusting my voice, I only shook my head and took a tiny step toward him. He cupped my face in his hands and brought his lips to mine. The kiss was sweet, tender...at least at first. Electricity shot through me as my lips parted under his and his tongue sought mine hungrily. My hands clung to the front of his shirt, his mere presence anchoring me to the moment. I moaned as he pulled me flush up against him, my fingers sliding up his chest and threading through his hair.

I felt one of his hands grip my hip firmly, the other winding itself through my hair, holding me in place as his mouth began to wander along my jaw line, towards my ear, nipping at my ear lobe, then kissing, licking and biting at my neck. My pulse was absolutely racing, my breath coming in sharp gasps. My fingers trailed over his biceps, delighting in the strength I found there, then down along his ribs, along his back, anywhere I could touch him. "Should we...move...back to...the couch?" I managed to get out.

His voice was low and gravelly, "No, don't want someone to drive by and see us. More privacy back here."

"Here? In the hallway?" I asked.

"No. Back in my bedroom. Unless you'd rather not..." he tried giving me an out again. His voice and his hands on me had made my mouth go dry, but they had the exact opposite effect on the place between my legs. I swallowed before reaching up and kissing him again, allowing him to guide me through the hall and into his room.

He led me backwards toward his bed, my knees bending as I felt the mattress behind me. He sat next to me and I reached out to undo his belt. His strong hands stopped mine, "Slow down there, sweetheart." He looked down at me and grinned, "I appreciate your excitement, but you don't want to appear too eager." I nodded has his hand came up to cup my jaw again and feathered kisses over my forehead, my cheek, over my jaw, and down my neck. My skin erupted in goose bumps when his teeth closed down on my tender flesh.

His hand left my jaw and skimmed over my shoulder, down my side, and rested at my hip. His lips didn't leave my neck as he slid his long fingers under my shirt. I jumped at the sudden contact, and he looked down at me, checking to see if I was okay. "Sorry," I breathed. "It's just...no one's ever..."

"Are you saying Tyler's never tried to cop a feel? Is he an idiot?"

I grinned at his question, "No, he's tried, I just...never let him." Somewhere in the back of my mind, I think I wanted Sean to be the first one to touch me like this, with his knowing hands and sexy smile.

Sean looked up at the ceiling, as if praying for help. "Alright. I'll go slow."

I nodded, feigning confidence. "Okay," I whispered, and pressed a kiss to his neck, tentatively tasting him as he had done to me. My mouth wandered over his skin, licking and teasing, as his hand resumed its course and found its way under my shirt. I tried to keep from shivering at his touch, but couldn't help myself. His other hand joined on my other hip, and before I knew it, both hands were skimming along my rib cage, his thumbs brushing the underside of my bra.

Sean pulled back as I let out another startled gasp, but didn't remove his hands; instead he made a slow back-and-forth pattern against the silky fabric, letting me get accustomed to the sensation. My breathing was still heavy with passion, but I wasn't nearly as jumpy as before. I kissed him again and he slid his hands to cover my breasts with his palms. I moaned into his mouth at the sensation of him massaging me, holding on around his neck for dear life.

Suddenly he dragged his hands away from my front and trailed his fingertips around my sides, meeting up behind my back at the clasp of my bra. "May I?" he murmured against my neck. It was all I could do to whimper and nod.

With nimble dexterity, he unhooked my bra, then brought his hands around to my chest again, sliding his fingers under the lacy cups that still covered me. I gasped loudly as his hands cupped my breasts; I could feel my nipples hardening against his palms. He moved his hands slightly until my nipples were caught between his finger and thumb. He gently twisted them between his fingers, causing me to cry out in pleasure. He sealed his mouth over mine, groaning against my lips. "Do you want me to leave your shirt on?"

I pulled back a little, not sure of what to do next. My body wanted to keep going, to take all my clothes...and his...off, but my mind was screaming to stop. My heart was hammering in my chest. My eyes locked with his. I bit my lower lip, nervously, then reached down to the bottom of my shirt and slowly pulled it off, leaving my bra on. Even if it was undone in the back, it still provided at least a little modesty, which kept me from completely freaking out.

Sean grinned his sexy grin and pulled his shirt off, too, tossing it to the floor. I'd seen him shirtless before, even this close up, when he had come over to swim in our pool, but to be this close to him, in this kind of setting, was altogether different.

His arms wrapped around me again, pulling me close, my breasts crushed against his chest. He started leaning further onto the bed, bringing me down with him, until we were lying next to each other, hands gliding over newly-exposed skin.

"Do you trust me?" Sean murmured against my lips. I whispered a soft 'yes' as he left a trail of kisses over my chin, my neck, and down my neck. I felt his hand ride along my side, up my stomach, before cupping my breast again. One finger came up and pulled the fabric of my bra down, exposing my entire breast, and his mouth immediately latched onto my swollen nipple. I cried out at the sensation of his tongue swirling around it, sucking the tender flesh further into his mouth. I had never felt so sexy, so alive. My hands found their way to the back of his head, gripping his hair and holding him in place.

Using his teeth, he pulled my bra further down, exposing my chest to him, and did the same things to the other side. "Oh my god. Sean..." I didn't know what to do, what was coming next. All I knew is that if this was part of giving a blowjob, it would be something I'd be looking forward to doing often.

He stretched out on top of me, his chest hair grazing my now over-sensitive nipples, his hardness pressing into my thigh. Suddenly, he pushed himself off of me, saying, "Your turn," and turned onto his back. I wasn't sure what he meant, until he grabbed my hand and pulled me until I was draped over him. He reached up to cup his hand beneath my head and pulled me into the spot where his neck meets his shoulder. I kissed his neck, running my lips, teeth and tongue over his skin, as he had done to me.

I braced my hands on either side of him, lifting myself off of him to gain better access to more of his skin. In the process, the straps of my bra slid down from my shoulders, causing the garment to hang loosely, not covering me at all any more.

I felt Sean's hands grip my hips and slide onto the small of my back, trailing his fingers up my spine, before reaching my shoulders and grabbing the straps of my bra and pulling it completely off me. He leaned up to kiss my bare flesh, swirling his tongue around my nipples and sucking them into his mouth each in turn, before releasing me, allowing me to continue my exploration of his body.

I quirked an eyebrow at him, inspired by what he had just done to me. I trailed my open mouth over his chest, zig-zagging my way across his well defined pecs. Finally, my lips grazed across his nipple; I immediately heard his sharp intake of breath and smiled. I teased him with the tip of my tongue, drawing tight circles around his raised flesh. I closed my mouth around him and sucked lightly before moving to the other side of his chest and repeating the process.

I sneaked a peek at him, a cat-like smile crossing my face. He growled slightly and hooked his hands under my armpits, dragging me up so we were laying chest to chest again, my legs spread to either side of his hips. He kissed me, his tongue delving into my mouth. "Morgan..." he murmured against my lips.

Our eyes met when I pulled back to look at him. There was some emotion shining in his eyes that I couldn't place, but it looked an awful lot like...no. It couldn't be. He reached his hands up to thread through my hair, pulling the long blonde strands back from my face, then pulling me down to kiss me again, achingly slow. "I don't mean to rush you, but..." he breathed against my lips.

I blushed furiously. "I'm a little nervous. I don't...I don't know where to start."

I felt him smile before kissing me again. "Well, step one is taking my pants off."

I breathed out a laugh and smiled back. "I figured as much." I swung my leg off him and kneeled next to him. Neither of us moved. "Um...do you want me to..."

"Few things sexier to a man than a woman taking his pants off," he smirked up at me. "But first, lemme give you one tiny little pointer," he reached over to the night stand, then came right back to face me. "That came out wrong. Let me give you a little advice," he grinned before reaching back to the night stand. I giggled as I caught on to the innuendo. He handed me a Kleenex.

"Umm...? What.." I started.

He took the tissue and stuffed it into my pocket, "When everything's...finished...you're gonna need to decide whether to...uh...spit or swallow." I swear I caught him blushing again. "Most guys aren't gonna wanna see the girl run for the bathroom right afterwards. Kleenex is a little more discreet."

I nodded and bent over him. My fingers were shaking with nervousness as I fumbled with his belt, but finally succeeded in easing the leather out of the buckle. He flinched a little as my fingers grazed the lower part of his stomach as I moved to unbutton his pants then slid the zipper down slowly. I looked up at him again, seeking reassurance, only to find him staring intently at me. I swallowed and waited, hoping he'd do or say something, anything, to help me out a little.

He reached out his hand, grabbing mine, bringing it to the waistband of his briefs. He laid my fingers flat on his stomach and released my wrist, waiting for me to figure out the next step on my own. I inched my fingers under the elastic, reaching under the cotton fabric, my fingertips meeting the coarse curls hiding beneath and then...

"Oh my god...Sean, I..." I stammered.

"Shh...it's okay. You're doing fine," he said calmly. How the hell did he keep his composure at a time like this?

"I've never...seen one before."

Sean grinned reassuringly and oh so sexily, then braced his feet flat on the bed, stuck his thumb under the elastic waistband, raised up his hips, and shoved his pants and underwear to halfway down his thighs. "Whenever you're ready, there you go," he said with a smirk and placed his hands behind his head. His eyes never stopped looking at me.

I dragged my eyes from his gaze, down his chest, his abs, taking in the dark arrow of hair at the lower part of his stomach leading to... "Oh my god..."

"Like what you see?" I could hear his smile.

"I...is that...um...are you...?" I stumbled, currently not able to speak, apparently.

"Average?" I nodded. "I don't make a habit of checking out other guys, but I'm probably a little above average. Don't worry, he won't bite," he said with a grin. I couldn't keep the giggle from escaping my lips.

"Do I just...?" I went to bend over, bringing my mouth down to his exposed member.

"Here, give me your hand," he said, offering his hand to me. I gave him my hand, shaking slightly, and he slowly guided me to his length. I timidly wrapped my fingers around him, my fingertips barely reaching my thumb. His hand moved mine up and down his shaft, setting a pace for me to stroke him. He released his grip, letting me take control.

I was still a little in shock at how big he was. What was I supposed to do with all of this? I tried focusing on the feel of him, like velvet covered steel. I tried varying the tempo of my movements, squeezing slightly, and appreciating the look of pained pleasure on his face.

I felt his hand on my arm and looked up at him. He sat up and claimed my mouth in a kiss, swirling his tongue around mine. His voice was husky, "Why don't you give him a little kiss?" has asked as he lay back down on the bed. Apparently I had dawdled long enough. I slowly nodded and bent over him.

I placed a light kiss right on the tip then started peppering more kisses up and down his length. As I got more comfortable being so close, so intimate, I let my lips part, kissing my way back up to the tip. I opened my lips and took him in, my tongue lightly tasting his sensitive skin. I echoed how he had just kissed me and let my tongue swirl around his head. His groan spurred me on to do it again, letting my lips drift further down his shaft.

I started bobbing my head up and down, laving him with my tongue. The more I worked, the easier it was to glide my lips against his skin. His fingers threaded through my hair, and I stopped to look up at him.

"God, you look sexy doing that," he growled at me. My heart and pussy both clenched at his words. "I just wanna tell you, you might wanna slow down. You'll wear yourself out going that pace."

I nodded again, taking his advice into account. Something deep inside loved having him tell me what to do, telling me what he liked, how best to please him. I slowed down, working my lips further and further down his length. The tip of his cock hit the back of my throat, and I gagged roughly around him. I sat back, coughing and gasping for air. I looked at him apologetically once my coughing fit had ended.

"It's okay, sweetheart. You don't have to go all the way down. If you want to try again, just remember to relax your throat and go nice and slow. Otherwise, just keep your hand going and focus on the top half. You're doing fine, trust me," he said with a slow grin.

I swallowed and licked my lips, wanting to try and take as much of him in my mouth as I could, like some part of me wanted to prove that I could do it. I slid my lips down his length again, inching my way down, and felt him at the back of my throat again. I took a deep breath through my nose and focused on relaxing my throat muscles. I slid lower and lower until his coarse curls were touching my nose.

"Holy shit," Sean murmured above me. I came back up, swallowing and catching my breath, and smiled, perversely proud of what I had just done. I looked at him, his look showing how impressed...and turned on...he really was. "You are a fast learner. God damn!"

I grinned again, before lowering my head back to him. I wrapped my hand around his cock and started pumping, matching my hand's movement to my mouth's. I found my rhythm, and remembered what my friend had told me about sucking in my cheeks to provide a tighter suction. When I needed a breath, I would stroke my hand upwards around his head, letting my thumb curve around the very tip, then return my mouth to him, loving his taste on my tongue.

Within minutes, I heard Sean start to groan, "Oh, shit...mmm, Morgan...I'm gonna..." I felt his fingers lace through my hair, gripping tightly so it just barely hurt, but it felt so good. He held my head still as his hips thrust upward from the bed, shooting his warm, sticky cum into my mouth, a loud, choked off moan escaping his lips. It tasted...different...unlike anything I'd ever tasted before, but found that I liked it. I swallowed everything he'd given me.

He unwound his fingers from my hair and let his arms drop heavily to the bed, spread out to his sides, seeming to invite me in. I crawled up to him and laid my head on his shoulder. "So...did I do okay?" I asked with a grin.

He lazily looked over at me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, holding me close. "Shut up," he said with a grin, kissing my soundly.