Summer of Learning – Chapter 3

Yeah...we're picking up exactly where we left off. Chapter two was ridiculously long as it was. Enjoy.

I ran my fingers through his crisp chest hair, my fingernails grazing over his nipples, before wrapping my arm around him, pulling myself closer to him. He held me tightly, my breasts crushed to his warm skin. God, I could lose myself in his kisses; they were all passion and fire. I had a niggling little voice in my head reminding me that I was still with Tyler, but my heart was ignoring it at the moment. All I knew was this man and how incredibly sexy he made me feel.

I was left with another problem in the wake of giving my first blow job. I had no idea how incredibly turned on it would leave me. I felt my pulse throbbing between my legs, a tell-tale wetness soaking my panties...probably even through the crotch of my jeans. I rubbed my legs together, tightening the muscles in my thighs, grinding my hips in a tight circle, trying to get the feeling to abate. I knew Sean's kisses were only adding fuel to the fire, but I couldn't pull myself away. A frustrated moan came from the back of my throat.

"Is something wrong?" Sean asked, looking at me with genuine concern.

'Yes! Something is very wrong, but very, very right!', my body screamed. Instead, I could only bite my lip nervously and shake my head, still nestled on his shoulder. I worried that he could see right through me, and my face probably showed it. I knew I should just back off now. I should get up and get dressed and head to the couch for the night. I could wait until I was sure he was asleep and take care of things myself. Oh my god...could I really do that? On his couch? I grimaced at the thought.

"Morgan, what's up?" he prodded. "Is it...what we just did?"

"No! God no!" I placed a hand on his chest and looked down at my fingers on his skin. I knew I should tell him, but was so embarrassed. What was he going to think of me? "I just...I didn't know that...doing that for you would, um, have an effect on me." I met his eyes, praying that he'd understand, that I wouldn't have to go into too much detail...and that he would have a solution.

Sean looked right back at me, his eyes never leaving mine. He seemed to be working something out again, the way he had the day we first kissed. He ran his long fingers down the side of my face, his touch tender and caressing and sending chills down my spine. He leaned in and kissed me slowly. I could feel my body melting to his, my brain threatening to follow suit.

He wrapped both arms around me, holding me tenderly, as if he was afraid I was going to break into a million tiny pieces. I had the feeling that if I didn't do something to relieve the pressure building inside me, that just might happen. Instinctively, I ground my hips against him.

His right hand trailed from my back, along my rib cage, before cupping my breast and massaging it, squeezing a little harder as he continued. I moaned against him. I wasn't sure what he had in mind, but I didn't want to wait any longer to find out.

As if he could read my mind, he released my breast, tweaking my already hardened nipple, and trailed his fingers down my stomach. His touch was light, teasing, and I fought the urge to giggle as he reached my ticklish spots. I felt his fingers trailing lower and lower; I gasped loudly as he popped the button on my jeans.

"Let me," he whispered, almost begging, as he undid my zipper. My nerves were shot. I felt like a ball of buzzing energy, just waiting to be released. I was beyond nervous at what was coming next, but there was no way I was going to try to stop him. Instead I just nodded and tried to relax, relishing the feeling of his hands on me.

He slid his hand down my pants, keeping my cotton panties as a barrier between us. He reached down and cupped his hand around me, letting me get used to his touch. His pointer and pinky fingers grazed along the crease of my inner thighs. When my heart started beating again, I bucked my hips against his hand, wanting more, though I wasn't sure of what.

He grinned against my mouth as he curved his fingers into me, stroking my lips through the crotch of my panties. "Damn, girl. You're soaked."

My mouth stilled against his, my face flushed with embarrassment. I completely froze up. God, I could just die right here. Just curl up in a ball and die.

"Hey," he said soothingly, his fingers pausing for a moment but never breaking contact. "It's a good thing...a really good thing. It tells me just how much I turn you on. If you want me to stop, I will, but I want to make you feel good."

He didn't move, just waited for my answer as I fought to control my heart, my breath. I licked my lips and gave him a tiny nod. He gave me a relieved smile and bent his head to kiss me again. His fingers slowly started moving against me again.

I jumped a little when his fingers started to push the fabric aside, exposing more of me to the rest of his roaming fingers. He slid his middle finger between my lips, barely parting them; I gasped loudly at the sensation and grasped desperately onto his shoulder. "Sean!"

He pulled his hand away, and immediate relief and frustration washed over me. He trailed his fingertips up, over my lower belly, up to my belly button, before drifting back lower. This time his fingers slid under the elastic of my panties, moving his hand side to side, from hip to hip, teasing my already sensitive flesh, before he continued further. I felt him reach through the soft curling hair, already damp with my wetness, and my breath hitched in my throat again.

He kissed me, swallowing my moan as he eased his middle finger between my lips again. He ran up and down the length of my slit, letting me get accustomed to the feeling of him touching me in such an intimate way.

He reached in farther, just barely teasing my entrance. My hands fluttered at my sides; I wasn't sure what to do with them. I moved on instinct, moving my right hand to glide along his strong back; my left hand sought his shoulder and bicep, believing him to be an anchor in this whirlwind of sensations. "Oh my god..." I breathed, my breath coming in hard pants.

"Hang on, sweetheart," he said with a grin. "We aren't even to the fun part yet." With a look of pure confidence, he slid his finger to the top of my slit and lightly rubbed over the tight little bundle of nerves he found there. I let out a choked of cry. I'd never felt so wanton, so shameless with any kind of reaction; I startled myself with the sudden outcry. He chuckled, low and wicked, against my neck. "It's okay, baby. Make all the noise you want." He drew a tight circle around my clit, eliciting another sharp cry from me.

His fingers worked magic on me, flooding me with sensations I'd never felt before. I'd never touched myself before, not like this, and here he was, playing me like a piano, his fingers confident against my delicate flesh.

He continued his assault on my nerves, pressing harder on my clit, then stroking along the length of my pussy, all the while dropping kisses all over my neck, then swirling his tongue on the shell of my ear, nibbling at my ear lobe, then raking his teeth over the tendons of my neck. He made sure not to leave any marks, at least not on my neck. He ventured further down and swirled his tongue around my nipple, almost in time with the motion his finger was making against my clit, then bit and sucked at my skin, leaving tiny love bites all over my chest. It was all I could do to moan and whimper, all words failing me except for, "Please, Sean...please." I had no idea what I was begging for, and prayed that he'd know and be able to deliver.

Sean ran the tip of his tongue from the center of my breast all the way up to my ear. He whispered, low and wicked, "Open your legs for me, sweetheart." My breath hitched, but I was too far gone to even consider disobeying him. My knees parted, creating more space for him to move.

His hand shifted against me, pushing even further down until the heel of his palm was pressed firmly against my clit. His eyes found mine, locking in and never wavering, as he slid his long finger into my dripping pussy. My jaw dropped open at the sudden feeling of fullness. He kept it still, letting me get accustomed to the intrusion. There was no pain, only a welcome pressure. He moved his finger in and out of me, keeping a steady but slow rhythm.

I groaned in near disappointment when he withdrew his finger, only to cry out again when he shoved a second inside me. He curled them upward, as if he was coaxing me toward my first climax. I bucked my hips against his hand, feeling pressure building towards release. My breathing started to quicken, the only sounds I could make were breathy sighs and "Oh"s. I clung to Sean as if my life depended on it; I just knew if I let go, I'd shatter.

"That's it, baby. Cum for me. I want to feel you cum on my fingers." He kept whispering what he wanted me to do, his breath hot on my ear. My breath was coming in quick little pants and leaving in strangled moans as his fingers and his words urged me closer and closer to the edge, rushing toward release.

A loud, guttural moan escaped from somewhere deep within me when I finally found my first orgasm. My knees snapped together, my thighs clutched tightly against each other, trapping his hand in place as I bucked my hips wildly against his hand, riding out wave after wave of pleasure. I could feel my inner walls clamping down around his fingers. My fingernails dug into the skin along his back and his shoulder; I found I didn't care if I was leaving marks on him or not. I cried out, moaning over and over, "Oh my god! Sean!" I didn't care if the neighbors could hear me. I didn't care if people in Uruguay could hear me. All I knew was the intense pleasure Sean had given me, how he'd known exactly how to get me there.

I eventually regained control of my breathing, my pulse returning to normal. I let my legs slowly fall apart, releasing Sean's hand. He kissed me as he slowly removed his fingers from deep inside me. He pulled away from me and brought his hand to his mouth, sucking my juices off his fingers. "Mmm...dammit."

"What?" I asked, my still-fuzzy brain not exactly worried but more curious as to what he was cursing.

He finished cleaning off his fingers and looked at me with his sexy grin. "You taste really good. I was just thinking maybe I should have eaten you out after all."

My eyes flew open at the suggestion. I looked straight at him, searching his face for clarification. "Is that what you were thinking about before you started...that?"

God, I loved that smirk he kept shooting at me. "God, you're fucking quick. How the hell do you do that? Yeah, I was debating on fingering you or going down on you. I figured that might have been a little much for your first time out of the gate, so to speak." He wrapped his arm around me, holding me close as I was still coming down from cumming so hard. "Are you okay?"

I looked up at him from underneath my eyelashes, a sudden wave of exhaustion washing over me. I reached up to kiss him and whispered against his lips, "I am so much better than okay." I kissed him again and added, "Thank you."

Sean cocked an eyebrow at me, "My pleasure...quite literally." I let out a soft giggle and snuggled closer to him.

"Mmm...God, that felt so good. I had no idea..." I trailed off, a yawn cutting off my train of thought.

"You fallin' asleep on me?" he said with a chuckle. It was all I could do to yawn and nod against his shoulder. "Here, darling, before you get too comfortable..." He slid his arm out from under me; a look of pretend anger crossed my face. He walked out of the room and down the hall.

I was fast asleep before he returned.

I woke up the next morning, not exactly sure where I was. I vaguely remember Sean waking me up, though I couldn't remember what for. Our agreement had been that I could crash on his couch for the night so my parents wouldn't become suspect of anything going on.

I was definitely not on his couch. Instead, I was wrapped in a very warm comforter, still in his bed. The feel of his soft sheets against my legs told me I wasn't wearing my jeans anymore. I wondered which one of us had taken them off. I could also tell that I was wearing my night shirt, so at least that was something. I glanced at the clock on the wall and realized I'd slept way later than I'd meant to. I went to lie on my back, but stopped when I felt a warm, solid wall behind me.

I started to move my arm to feel behind me, and brushed against his arm wrapped tightly around my waist. As my brain woke up and started processing my surroundings, I realized Sean was pressed flush up against my back, spooning me from behind, keeping me safe in the cradle of his arms. The hand that belonged to the arm wrapped around me was cupping my breast.

I couldn't fight this feeling growing inside of me. It felt like more than just comfort in the man I'd known all my life. This was more than appreciation for all he'd taught me and done for me. Memories of last night raced through my mind, and I found myself wanting to do it all again.

No, I reprimanded myself. This was maybe a crush, nothing more. I was with Tyler.

I felt more than a twinge of guilt. I realized I was using Sean, and I hated that feeling. He didn't deserve to be treated like that. Plus, when I got right down to it, I had basically just cheated on my boyfriend.

But I was doing all of this for him...so I could be good for him.

Because heaven forbid you talk to your boyfriend to learn what he likes. Maybe you'd be feeling this huge surge of emotions toward Tyler instead of falling for Sean.

Holy shit. I was falling for Sean. I could feel it through and through.

No. I can't! How in the hell would that work? What would my parents think if I were to tell them about my new boyfriend...a man twice my age that had literally known me all my life, and probably even before. He'd been like an uncle to me when I was little, a big brother, a good friend as I made my way through high school. He'd been there for me without fail. I mentally slapped myself for thinking that it kind of sounded romantic when I thought about it.

"Penny for your thoughts," Sean murmured out of the side of his mouth, his face half buried in the pillow beneath him.

My head jerked to the side, trying to see him behind me. "How did you know I was up?"

"I could hear you thinking all the way over here," he said, slowly raising his head off the bed to look at me. "I felt you tense up and you started breathing different. You okay?"

"Yeah," I said, nodding and turning in his arms to look at him. "I'm fine."

"Sure? You're alright with everything that happened last night?" he asked, looking genuinely concerned.

"I'm sure. Just trying to work things out in my brain. That's all."

"Alright. If you're sure. I'm here if you need to get something off your chest," he said. I knew he was being absolutely sincere. My heart fluttered a little; I tried to keep my face from revealing too much.

"Speaking of which...how did I get into my night shirt and out of my pants last night?" I asked, not wanting to sound accusing, just really wanted to know.

Sean laughed and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "I went to go get your stuff for you so you could change and go to sleep. By the time I got back, you were gone...completely out of it. I tried getting you up, but you weren't having it. I managed to get you to sit up so I could put your shirt on. As soon as it was on, you fell right back onto the pillows. I figured you didn't want to sleep in your jeans...I hope you aren't pissed."

God, he took such good care of me. He was doing all this, teaching me what I wanted even if it was incredibly awkward...at least at first. He let me stay here, he kept my secrets. And now he was putting awkwardness aside to make sure I was comfortable. And then, to wake up with his arms wrapped around me...

Maybe I wasn't the only one falling here.

"No. I'm not pissed. Thank you for...everything last night. I know you didn't have to do any of it, and I really appreciate everything...and I mean everything you've done for me," I replied.

God, I wanted to kiss him. I fought the urge with every ounce of will power I had. Last night was one thing, a learning experience. I was still with Tyler. I really did like him, so much that I had talked Sean into teaching me how to please him. And then he had ended up giving me an absolutely mind-blowing, near-coma-inducing orgasm.

What the hell was I going to do?

"There you go thinking again," Sean teased.

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. How did he do that? "Yeah, I know. I should probably stop doing that," I teased back.

"Nah. Better not," he argued. "You're too smart not to think." He grinned as I blushed. "Look, whatever's on your mind, you can tell me. If you don't want to, that's fine, but I'm here. I'm always here."

I nodded, "I know, Sean. I do. Thanks."

He pulled me in for a hug, pressing my face into the cozy space between his shoulder and his neck. I inhaled, breathing him in. I wanted to kiss him, or for him to kiss me, and it felt like he wanted the same thing, but neither of us made the move to. Instead we held each other, just for a moment. I hated breaking it up, but knew I needed to. "I should probably get up and get going. We slept pretty late. Don't you have to work?"

"Yeah...but one of the perks of working from home is you don't have any real schedule to stick to," he said with a grin. "So, ya hungry?"

"I am, but I don't expect you to feed me. I can just grab something and hang out somewhere until it's time to head home."

Sean looked a little dejected and my heart started to break for him. "Oh. Well, you're welcome to stay if you want."

I sighed heavily, "I want to Sean. I do. But I need to clear my head for a while, especially before seeing my parents. Please don't hate me," I begged.

He fixed his eyes on mine, looking at me as if he were peering right into my soul. "I never could."

I got up and changed into regular clothes in Sean's bathroom. It's not that I was necessarily shy about dressing in front of him...certainly not after last night. I just didn't want the temptation staring us in the face. I needed to focus on being with my family for the weekend, and on being with Tyler once I got back to school. I hated cutting Sean out like this, but it was only fair to him; I certainly didn't want to lead him on.

When I came out of the bathroom, Sean was sitting at his kitchen table, wearing his usual jeans and a v-neck t-shirt, drinking a cup of coffee and working on his laptop. He offered me a cup, but I declined. His look of further disappointment did not escape me, and my heart broke for him. It was killing me to do things this way. I loved Sean...I might even be in love with him...but I just couldn't go there.

I shouldered my overnight bag and walked toward his front door. I heard him get up and follow me, ever the gentleman, even when I was hurting him. I reached for the doorknob, when I felt his hand close around my upper arm, whirling me around to face him. I looked up at him, eyes wide. The tension between us was palpable. He cupped my face with his hands, and I was sure he was going to kiss me, maybe more, based on the look in his eyes.

Instead, he slowly dropped his hands and kissed me on the cheek and muttered, "Bye Morgan. Take it easy."

He only made me want to kiss him more. I stood stock still, trying to find something to say, to make this all easier for the both of us. All I could come up with was, "Bye, Sean. Thank you. I'll...see you around." I turned to open the door, hanging my head, my shoulders and heart heavy with guilt, then stepped out into the late-morning sun and walked out to my car.

I made my way across town to one of my favorite diners. It was past the breakfast rush, and not quite time for lunch, so it was nice and quiet. I seated myself in a corner booth, placed my usual order, and sat alone with my thoughts. I was determined to think this whole situation out and figure out just what in the hell I was going to do.

I made a mental list, comparing these two guys I cared so deeply for.

Tyler was sweet. We fit well together. We made a cute couple – all our friends said so. We had common interests, had lots of mutual friends. The most glaring point in his favor was that my parents wouldn't kill me when they found out I was dating him.

Oh, but then there was Sean. Sean was sweet, too, but in a completely different way. While Tyler would hold my hand as we walked to class, and would get refills for me at lunch, Sean took care of me in lots of different ways...many of which he had proven last night. I was definitely attracted to him, and already knew him better than I knew most of my friends. We knew where each other stood on lots of topics, whereas with Tyler, I was still learning.

That's what a relationship is, though: learning all you can about someone. And I was attracted to Tyler, too. It's just that Tyler still seemed like a boy. He still seemed awkward in his skin sometimes; he didn't ooze confidence like Sean did. In Tyler's defense, Sean had a lot more practice; he had that wisdom to him that only came with age. Oh, but what that wisdom had done for me last night. Sean was definitely all man.

I caught myself blushing at the memory of Sean's hands and mouth all over me, of how he was so patient in teaching me the finer points of going down on a guy, how he made sure I had gotten off, too.

That wasn't fair...I haven't had a chance to do any of that with Tyler. Alright, I'd had chances, but they would have ended in disaster. That wouldn't have helped Tyler's case any. Although, I still couldn't explain why I could never let Tyler touch me (not for lack of his trying) while I could be completely accepting of all of Sean's caresses. Just thinking about it made me want to rush back to his house and feel him pressed against me again.

The waitress dropped off my food, and I ate it slowly, still lost in thought. No matter how hard I tried to focus on Tyler, and how our relationship was about to change when we got back from four day break, my mind kept drifting back to how Sean had made me feel last night...and to how awful I felt about leaving him this morning.

I finished most of my meal and decided it was late enough to be believable that I had just rolled into town when I showed up at my parent's house. I paid my bill and headed out of the diner, into my car, and back home.

Mom was sitting at the kitchen table, peeling apples for what looked like a pie, when I walked in. I rushed over and gave her a hug around her shoulders from behind.

"Morgan!" she exclaimed. "I didn't hear you come in! Wow, you made good time today, huh?"

"Yeah," I agreed, "I guess I did. Not a ton of traffic getting down here on a Friday morning. So what's up?"

We talked about this and that, as if we haven't been talking on the phone several times a week since I left for college. My mother and I had always had a very strong relationship. We knew each other's non-verbal cues, and could tell when something was up.

"So...tell me about this boy that's got you so riled up," she teased with a grin as she picked up another apple. I had been tight-lipped about Tyler so far. Mom knew I was seeing someone, but I had told her we weren't exactly serious yet, only having been together for a month or so. The thing is, it wasn't Tyler that had me riled up.

I stammered, "He's...good. It's just...kind of weird."

"Weird how?" she inquired.

"I dunno," I shrugged, "I guess it's all just kind of new. Just trying to figure everything out."

"You know, Morgan," my mother began, "I know this is new for you, being in a relationship. The thing of it is, you can't always think and plan things out. You can't take notes and study. You have to feel it, give it a chance to turn into something before dissecting it. You have to shut your brain off from time to time and just go with your heart." She smirked at me and added, "That's why I married your father. I wasn't thinking."

I laughed out loud; it felt really good to just laugh. My morning had been so...heavy. "Thanks, mom. That helped more than you know."

"Glad I could help, hon. Just one more thing. Whoever this guy is that has you glowing like you are now, hold on to him. He's a keeper."