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don't want to hurt you. Anne, please don't ask me to do something that you'll regret tomorrow."
Anne smiled at him. "Don't worry, I've made up my mind," she said, glad that he was still such a
gentleman. "I want to stay a virgin, but only technically. Other than that, I'd like to do everything with
you."
He looked at her for a long time. "What do you mean, everything?"
She leaned forward. "I mean anything other than you putting your penis in my cunt; anything you want
to do, that is. I've been reading some in the library, about the options that gives us; there's plenty of
stuff we can do."
Jacob sat on her bed with a stunned look while she cleared the books and papers off the bed. "Well?"
she said, sitting next to him.
"I'd like to spend the night, but ..." He looked pained. "I don't have a toothbrush or my PJ's..."
"Borrow my toothbrush," she said. "As to PJ's, who needs them? I don't wear them any more than I
wear underwear." She paused to watch him. He looked confused, so she put an arm around his shoulder
and gently kissed his cheek.
He looked at her for a few seconds, then returned the kiss. "The hell," he said. "I give in, yes, I'll stay and
play!"
He kissed her again, this time eagerly on the lips. She ran her fingers through his hair and tasted his
mouth, pressing her hips against his as they knelt on the bed, savoring the warmth of his body against
hers.
He broke the kiss and sat back on his heels, holding her by the hips as she knelt before him. "Can you
take off your sweater?" he asked.
"Take off yours too," she said, removing her sweater. She tossed it on the back of her desk chair while
she watched him, feeling a tingle run through her as his eyes locked on her exposed breasts. He got up
as he took off his shirt and turtleneck, and she enjoyed watching the expanse of his exposed skin as he
set his clothes over her roommate's chair.
She lay back and smiled at him as he walked back to the bed. He sat on the bed beside her and looked at
her, then gently touched his fingers to her breasts, fingering her nipples and running his hands down the
smooth skin of her side. "I still can't get over the fact that you're letting me do this," he said.
"I'm not used to it either," she said, her voice almost a whisper as a a warm muzzyness spread through
her body. "I like it, though. Want to kiss my tits?"
He kissed her quickly on the mouth, then kissed his way down her neck to her nipples, kissing them
gently at first, brushing his lips over them, teasing them with his tongue. She held his head in her hands
and pulled him closer, and as he began sucking her tits, she moaned gently as the senstation overcame
her. The noise was almost a catlike purr.
"Like it?" he asked, pausing briefly.
"Yes," she whispered. "Please!" As he sucked, the warm muzzyness that had spread over her began to
concentrate itself in her neck, nipples and groin, and she knew she wanted him to touch her cunt.
"Jacob?" she moaned. "Take off your pants, could you?"
He sat up and looked at her briefly, then unbuttoned his jeans, freeing his erect penis as he slid his
underpants off. She undid her jeans and tossed them over her chair, then
looked at Jacob. Taking off her jeans had distracted her from the sexual tension of the moment, and
looking at Jacob's nude body, she decided it was her turn to excite him.
"Lie down, let me kiss you," she said.
She kissed him, letting her breasts drag gently on his chest. He hugged her, then used his free hands to
fondle her breasts while she kissed her way down to his nipples. "Jacob?" she asked, between kisses.
"Can I do something for you?"
"What?"
"I've been reading." She paused to suck on his nipple, and the slight quivver that ran through his body
told her he liked it. "Last week, you said it would be too messy if I gave you an orgasm. It doesn't have to
be; could I try giving you a blow job?"
"Are you sure?" he said, running his fingers through her hair and gently caressing her breasts. "I mean,
I'd be grossed out by putting my mouth over someone's cock, and I just assumed you'd react the same
way."
She sat up and looked at him. "Please let me decide what I think is too gross for me, OK?"
"OK," he said, then chuckled. "So much for romance."
Anne smiled down at Jacob. "Do you really call your penis a cock?"
"That's my word for it," he said. "You want me to use Latin and sound like a doctor?"
"No," she said, giggling. "I just, ... well, does it upset you to call my vagina a cunt? That's the word I've
always used."
"I'm surprised," he said, sitting up. "I always thought it was sort of a male word, disrespectful ..."
Anne giggled. "So much for romance. So do you want me to try to give a blow job?"
"I guess so," he said. "I gather that the best way's supposed to be if I try to return the favor, kissing your,
uh, cunt while you do my cock."
She looked at him, sensing his mixed emotions but eager to try some of the things she'd read about.
"You want to try?"
He smiled at her. "I guess I've had a bit of a fantasy about what some guys call eating pussy for a long
time."
She looked at him. His penis had been huge a minute ago, but while they were talking, it had shrunk
noticibly. "OK, let's try. How?"
He looked thoughtfully at her. "How about trying it this way. I lie on the bed on my back and you kneel
over my face facing towards my hips and bending down to do my cock. I'm no expert, so don't quote
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