For a Guy, the first time we get in a girl’s bedroom is a victory initself. It’s a glimpse of theforbidden. We can only dream about whattakes place between these four walls, and so now our fantasies will became ohso more vivid as we picture your bed, those sheets maybe even that mirror? Withwonderful Jo however there was no need for imagination, over the next fewmonths the things we would do together in her room were beyond anything I couldhave pictured, starting with my first time there.
Lying naked on the gym mats wewere both in fits of hysterical laughter, partly from Jo’s glib observationthat Gymnasts do indeed seem to have more fun, and mostly for the fact that wehad proved the theory beyond any doubt by my performing a deep licking out ofJo’s pussy while balancing her on my shoulders as I stood. As the awareness of our exhibitionism creptin we both agreed that redressing and making a fast exit would be a goodidea. We weren’t expecting our coach tocome back, but neither of us relished the idea of explaining what we we’redoing. In the drive back to Jo’s housethe best reply we could come up with was “Well we were training so hard that wedecided to remove all our clothes to cool off…” Not a convincing excuse, so it’s lucky we didn’t get caught. I parked out side Jo’s house wondering whatyou’re supposed to say as a farewell when you’ve eaten a girl out for the firsttime when to my surprise Jo broke the silence with “Can you come in? There’ssomething I want to show you”. I was immediatelyintrigued. Despite our most recentexploits Jo and I were still sworn enemies weren’t we? We could tolerate each other in training nowbut I didn’t expect to be invited around to her house for tea and biscuits.
In our twenties both Jo and Istill lived with our parents. I workedfrom home with my Dad in the family business. Jo having returned from touring with the circus didn’t have anywhereelse to go. Her Mum and Dad were great,hugely supportive of her career, and therefore grateful to me for “Taking herin hand” as her Dad put it. I couldn’tlook Jo in the eye, if you only knew I thought… Telling her parents she wanted to play me some music for a new routineJo skipped up stairs leaving me following like a lost sheep. Embarrassed from meeting her parents onlyminutes after performing sexual gymnastics with their daughter I was nowheading up to her bedroom whilst they sat in the living room watching the news,I was getting light headed again. “Closethe door and stay there” Jo’s commands were so emphatic that I did as I wastold without thinking. “I thought I wassupposed to be telling you what to do? Is this the music you wanted me to hear”? Confusion getting the better of me I wasbabbling questions. Meanwhile Jo had litcandles dotted all around her room and put on some music, not being a classicalfan at that time Jo told me later it was ‘the flower duet’ from Delibes Lakmeopera. “I wouldn’t have guessed this wasyour kind of thing” I blurted out, still not clear about what was happening andwhy. Jo’s bedroom was a mixture offamiliar and new, like mine there was the discarded kit lying around thebedroom, various weights and machines for training at home and of course manyphotos of Jo performing. There were alsofeminine touches which seemed to jar with me, of course I knew that Jo wasfemale but until now I’d never really thought of her as being a youngwoman. The bed linen was a white withlittle flowers embroidered on it. Therewere more flowers in a vase in the window, a large picture of swirling softpastels rested on the floor in one corner. “Did you do that?” I asked finding it impossible not to ask dumbquestions.
Having finished fixing her roomJo stood in front of me now and gently pressed her left index finger to mylips. “There’s a lot we don’t know abouteach other” and with that she kissed me. She reached behind my neck and pulled my lips to hers. It was soft and delicate, out lips touchingwith hesitation as if the world might stop as a result, which of course itdid. Once the first touch had been madeit was magnetic, and all encompassing. Jo was a good deal shorter than me and with both arms I drew her intoand embrace and kissed her deeply, lifting her right off the ground. The music rising as our own passion grew; Idrew back for air a huge smile beaming across my face. Jo’s was the same, butthere was also a twinkle in her eye which I would learn to mean trouble. “Now I’m going to take you in hand” shewhispered in my ear. I lowered her tothe floor and made a step towards the bed, the euphoria from our first kiss hadmade me dizzy. Jo’s hand rested on mychest, stopping me from passing. Shepushed with insistent force moving me back against the door. “Now be a good boy and stay there”. Her beaming smile had changed to a devilishgrin now, whatever she was up to it was going to be something bad. I had no intention of leaving, so did as Iwas told leaning back my eyebrows raised. Jo’s intentions became clear when she knelt down between my legs herfingers hooking into the waistband of my jogging bottoms. She pulled them down, taking my boxers withthem. For the second time that evening Istood before Jo, my naked dick as stiff as a flag pole. “What about your Mum and Dad?” I spluttered panickingthat they might walk in any second. “Whydo you think you’re leaning against the door?” Was Jo’s reply in a tone that suggested this should have been obvious?
I had little more time toponder on my stupidity because all my attention was instantly drawn to the tip of Jo’s tongue. Which had begun at thebase of my aching erection and was now winding its way up. I let out a sigh as the first wave ofpleasure washed over me, I realised that I had been on the edge of arousal forseveral hours now and the sensation of this tongue gently caressing me wasexquisite. My fears of going offprematurely seemed to melt away with every soft lick of Jo’s tongue. The duetting singers were in full flow now,their voices filing my ears with sweet sounds as Jo hands ran along the backsof my legs. In her left hand she took myballs holding their weight gently as her fingers closed around the sack. In her right hand she gripped my shaft, gentlystroking the skin up and down. I watchedher open her mouth preparing to take me in, her eyes wide as for a second shedoubted if it would fit. That hot wetsensation of her mouth was second only to one thing, and as her tongue snakedover the tip I questioned if it wasn’t the best feeling of all. Her head sank down feeding more of me intoher mouth; I could feel myself probing the back of her throat. No girl had ever taken me this deepbefore! “Jo, I think I going tocum” Waves of pleasure were washing overme now, the music seemed to be getting louder and louder and I feared Iwouldn’t hear any footsteps at the door until it was too late. The surprise of what I was feeling wasoverwhelming, and the sheer restraint of not screaming out my ecstasy meant Ihad no control left to withhold the rising eruption I knew was building in myballs. As the singers reached thecrescendo I had nothing left, my whole body spasmed as my cock drove deeperinto Jo’s mouth seeking the welcoming warmth. Jets of cum were spurting from its tip and Jo was pumping me with herhands eager to milk out every last drop. I slid down the door into a heap on the floor. My legs twitching, my heart racing I wasbarely able to breathe. Jo snuggled intomy arms and kissed my chest once. Shelooked into my eyes with a satisfied smile then laid her head down. The music fading away and all becomingstill.
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