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consent of the author. CODES: Slow, M/F 1st, voy., reluc. Hard homework #1 - Could I see your dick please?I was so fuckin' tired of it! All of my friends were having a good time and here I was, alone again. I must have been the only girl around with principles. My friends had had many boyfriends and were having "lotsa fun" on a regular basis. Anything I had came from books. I was studying all the time. Damn it! It really started to get on my nerves. Nancy was making jokes about it all the time. She'd wait for the best occasion, such as at lunch when all of our friends were there and say things like, "I admire you so much Christine." Being so naive, I'd ask, "Oh? What is it you admire exactly?" Then, with everybody listening, she'd say, "Oh, I mean, you're almost out of university, you're gonna have the best grades ever seen in this school, you're cute, you have better manners than a Queen, you have everything..." "Why, thanks Nancy, but you have many great qualities yourself you know?" I would say with a smile. And she would take me by surprise with the end line, "Well, I'm not as good as you, but at least *I* know what a DICK is!" Everybody would laugh, making some more fun of me because of my obvious lack of interest in sex things. It happened all the time. It seemed Nancy was making more and more fun of me everyday. I usually didn't care all that much but this once, something clicked in my head, although I didn't know what. But I hated her now. * * * "Thanks for coming Tim, after all that happened today..." I told my classmate after he arrived. "No problem, if you're talking of Nancy's stupid jokes. I'm sorry for that," he said. Tim was often studying with me. He was a very handsome boy. He had a slim body, but quite a bit muscular nonetheless. His short brown hair was pretty standard but he was overly shy. Worse than me, if that means anything. Today's task was going to be much more difficult than it usually was. We had to prepare a paper for the sexology class. I almost died when the teacher forced every student in the class to match with a classmate of the other sex for this assignment. She pulled names from two baskets, alternating between males and females. Whatever the assignment, I was about to live the most terrifying moments in my life. I mean, I'm a very reserved person, and the idea of discussing of *any* sex subject with a male classmate made me very nervous! Thank God I was matched with Tim who was worse than me. Anyway, he was home now and we both got our books ready and sat at my desk. After the initial welcome and the standard chitchat, we both became silent for what seemed like hours. I guess neither of us wanted to start the discussion on our class assignment... "Well, I guess we have to start somewhere" I said. "Yes, I don't know exactly how to start this" he replied. "Let's start by reading the questions and each give our ideas okay?" "Sure" he said. "So, let me see..." I said, looking for the teacher's questionnaire, which I found. "Now, here it is," and I proceeded to read the first question. "What is the average penis length?" I managed not to stumble, reading the question, but I must be red in the face. I added, "that one should be pretty straightforward." "I guess so" he said. "What do you mean, 'I guess so'? Don't you know?" I said, looking worried. "Well, I'm not sure about the average, no. I've never read any book on that, but I guess it should be easy to find out. Don't you have an encyclopedia or something?" I felt a bit discouraged, "we CAN'T take books, remember? That's the assignment's rule: no books! She wants us to write from our personal experience, knowledge, what we know or heard..." and my voice trailed off. I was suddenly thinking about my "experience", or total lack of it! Oh shit, this wasn't going to be easy. Tim looked very uneasy himself. I could understand. A man his age not able to understand such a seemingly simple question about his own genitals. Weren't men looking up these things all the time? Comparing themselves and so on? Tim didn't say a word and he was looking distracted. I decided not to push this and said, "let's go on with the next questions and see what we can answer, then we'll come back to this one." "Fine" he said, obviously cheered that we changed the subject. I read, "So here is question number two, 'What does a woman feel after an orgasm?' " We looked at each other, but didn't say anything. I read the next one. "Can a woman have only one orgasm?" I barely looked at him. I was becoming very uneasy with this trivia questionnaire. "What is the sexual act most preferred by men?" I mostly didn't stop. I knew that he probably didn't know that either! "What quantity of semen is there in a man's ejaculate?" "How much does a penis grow between its flaccid state and its erect state ?" Tim was blushing and I felt quite nervous myself. Reading such sex-oriented questions was not very usual for me... We just sat there, thinking in silence for some time. I didn't know what Tim was thinking, but my own mind was blank for a long time, or so it seemed. Then it snapped. "Tim, I need to see your dick." He look at me with his face showing total surprise at the impossibility of what he had just heard. I didn't bulge, and so he asked, "Wha... what?" "Tell me Tim, why are you hanging around me? Why are you looking at me in class?" I asked. He didn't know what to answer, it seems, so I added to the list of questions, "Why take my side whenever I get in trouble with the other guys at school? Do you like me?". It obviously took a lot of effort, but he said a feeble, "well, er, yes, I guess so." "Like me how? Like a sister? Like a girlfriend?" I certainly knew the answer to this. I hadn't given it so much attention, but it was all clear in my mind now. Tim had been attracted to me for a long time. Thinking about it, I would say he was attracted to me from day one, when our we met on the bus ride to and from home. We weren't in the same class at the time, but getting on the same bus mostly every day, we were sure to spot each other. He sure had spotted me alright. Of course he was shy, but when I wasn't looking at him, I could see from the corner of my eyes that he was looking nowhere else; only at me. When I looked back, he would look away. I must have been dumb not to realize. I knew all that, but it just didn't "register" properly in my mind, I guess. I now realized that I liked him, too. "I'm not gonna look stupid in class, Tim. You like me right? And I like you, too." That almost made him smile. I felt in control. "Tim, I need to see your dick." He was just as dumbfounded as the first time. I had to make the first move and so I did. "Tim I'm ignorant of man things and at my age, it's getting to be a problem. That's why Nancy can make so much fun of me, like she did today!" He wasn't going to say anything, so I just continued, saying "I know you're shy, I am too, but I want to change things! Did you ever even seen a naked woman?" That made him retreat somewhat, but he answered with an inaudible, "not really..." "It's about time you get some experience too, then." He managed to say "but what do you want to do?" "I want to see your dick. Actually, I want to touch your dick!" I had more to say, but he was already in shock so I stopped there with the list of things I wanted to do to him. I simply added, "don't you want to see me, too?" He had big round eyes, full of lustful surprise and said, "yes, well, er, of course..." He didn't dare look at me in the eyes though. I didn't care, I certainly understood his timidity. I wasn't exactly rushing to get nude in front of him myself. "You're the guy, Tim, it should be easier for you... no?" As I could see, it wasn't the case. He was so timid. "Do you want to do it?" He looked at me, "...yeah, ...think so" "Do you want me to help?" "Yeah, ...maybe" We weren't going anywhere. "Come over here Tim." He got up and came to me, then asked "what?" I didn't answer. I put one hand on his belt, and pulled down his zipper with the other. He could just open his mouth in reaction to this unexpected move. I just had this feeling that I *had* to do all that. That I could and should do it. Now. And so I did. I could see the bulge in his pants. I think it was the first time I actually gave my full attention to such detail. Then, my right hand forced its way through the opening and he gasped. Your constructive comments are very much appreciated. Please write to DrippingInk@someprivacy.com . |