ords: Mf, exhib
Author's Note: This story is fictional. The setting and characters are
based on actual places and people, but the interactions described are
entirely made up. Chapters 1 & 2 are entitled "Grace". After that,
chapters alternate between Grace (Mf) and Karen (MF).
Chapter 2: Grace
The next week, I invited Grace to observe while I used the microscope so
she could learn the software. Ever the overachiever, she took notes on
everything I said. I idly stroked my cock through my pants while
explaining the program to her, and when I wasn't talking, she took over the
stroking responsibility. I loved it. A big spot of precum formed on my
pant leg.
The next day, as I was about to go to lunch, Grace approached my desk.
We were the only two in the lab, and I could tell she had waiting for this
semi-private moment to arrive.
"I was wondering if I could ask you a few personal questions... if
that's okay with you?" she asked.
"Sure. Still wondering about the male anatomy?" I could go on about
that all day!
"No. I know you have a girlfriend, and I guess you probably have sex
with her, and I was curious about your experiences. But if it's too
personal, that's totally okay," she said. I thought it was funny that she
was still nervous about crossing any boundaries I might have.
"No problem. I'm happy to talk about that."
"Were you virgins before you met each other?" she asked.
"No, neither of us were. I'd had several partners before, and so had
she." "Oh..." she seemed disappointed.
"But I could tell you about my first time, or hers. We've talked about
our previous sexual encounters with each other many times."
"Well, I guess I was wondering whether it hurt when she had sex for the
first time."
"Yes, it did. She didn't enjoy it very much because it was pretty
painful. It was the only time she had sex with that guy, and I think she
was turned off by the experience. She was in high school, and the guy
seemed like a jerk. He was only interested in his own pleasure and not
worried about trying to make it a good experience for her. After that she
went down on one or two other guys in high school, but didn't have sex
again until college. She had a boyfriend her freshman year in college, and
she enjoyed sex with him. When she and I had sex for the first time, it
was painful again for her. I guess I had a bigger penis than her previous
boyfriend."
"So you must have a bigger than average penis!"
"At least it's bigger than her other boyfriend, but that's only one
comparison. So our first time together wasn't very sexually satisfying for
either of us because it was short and I didn't come."
"But it got better?"
"Yeah, the second time I was able to get all the way inside her and
come, although it was still uncomfortable for her. We must have had sex
ten times before she had her first orgasm from sex. She's really tight
down there. But I would go down on her too, and she would orgasm that way.
It wouldn't be fair if I was the only one getting any pleasure!"
"You go down on her? I thought guys hated that!"
"No, I love it. Some guys hate it, but I don't know why. The first
girl I ever had sex with was much more experienced than me and she taught
me how to give a girl an orgasm with my tongue. Those lessons really paid
off!"
Grace blushed and shifted in her seat. I could tell this was turning
her on.
"So you lost your virginity to a girl who wasn't a virgin?" she asked.
"Yes, but the girl I dated after her was a virgin, so I was the first
person she had sex with."
"Was it painful for her too?"
"Not as much. Her vagina wasn't naturally as tight... but it did take
a little effort to break her hymen. When we had sex, my cock would bump up
against her cervix, and she could feel it. That never happened to me with
anybody else."
"Did that hurt her?"
"No."
"You said your girlfriend now, her, you know, is tight. Is that good?"
"Her vagina?" I laughed. "Yeah, it feels good. Other girls felt good
too though. They all feel good in a different way. I can't say one or
another is better. They all looked different, tasted different, felt
different, and I liked them all. I guess that's why I get hard so easily,
I get turned on by everything!"
"Wow," she said, "I can't believe you like to taste... vaginas. I
think they're gross."
"Do you think your own vagina is gross?"
"Kinda."
"Oh, that's too bad. I bet you have a lovely vagina. You should learn
to love it."
"I don't know, I guess. I've never seen another vagina, so I can't
compare it."
"Not even your mom or a friend?"
"No. I mean, I've seen my mom naked, but she has a lot of hair down
there so you can't really see much. Does your girlfriend shave hers?"
"No. She trims it a bit so it's not too bushy."
"I thought guys liked it better shaved."
"Some guys do, some don't. But you should do whatever you like with it.
Don't let some guy tell you how to take care of yourself."
"Yeah, that's true. I don't know though, I don't want a guy to get
grossed out the first time he sees me naked."
"I'm sure that won't happen. The first time you get naked with a guy,
I'm sure he'll be very turned on."
"That's easy for you to say. You don't know. Maybe I have a
weird-looking vagina."
"I would be happy to take a look at it, if you want me to," I ventured.
She paused. "I don't know. I don't think I could."
"No problem," I said. "It's totally up to you."
"Okay, well, thanks for the info," she said. She got up and went off to
lunch.
Two days later, in the morning, she stopped me in the hallway.
"I thought about your offer," she said.
"Oh?" I hoped I knew where this was going.
"You know, you said you would be willing to look at me and see what you
think? Just because... you have experience with them."
"Sure Grace, no problem. Would you like to do it this afternoon?"
"Yes, but... remember our deal?"
"Of course I do. I won't do anything you're uncomfortable with. Do you
remember where our stairwell hideout is?"
"Yes."
"Go there at 3:30. I'll follow along a few minutes later."
The rest of the day until then was wasted. I had a boner every time I
sat down and let my mind wander. Seeing the pussy of a sixteen year old
girl was getting me incredibly excited. It's not that my sex life was bad.
I'd been with my girlfriend for two years and marriage was on the horizon.
We had sex a couple times a week and it was always satisfying. Since this
whole business with Grace started, I was fucking my girlfriend twice as
often to relieve the pressure built up by showing off my boner to Grace.
What we were about to do was not only illegal, it was probably immoral. I
was more than ten years older than her and leveraging my experience to draw
sexual pleasure out of her. Any guilt that I felt only heightened my
excitement.
I saw her leave the lab at 3:30. I waited a few minutes, then left the
lab heading in the other direction. I took the elevator down to the first
floor, then found the bottom of our special stairwell and climbed it to the
top. I stood in front of the access door, took a breath and opened it.
Grace was in the small vestibule, sitting cross-legged on the floor. She
was wearing a long skirt and a floral blouse with lacy sleeves. She didn't
dress this way very often. Usually, she wore jeans or khakis and a
t-shirt. She must have planned, or hoped, this would happen today. That
would explain why she stopped me in the hallway first thing in the morning.
She'd been thinking about this since we talked about it yesterday at
lunchtime. She looked up at me expectantly. I sat down on the floor
facing her with my legs crossed. We each had our backs against opposite
walls, but were still only a few feet away from each other, with maybe two
feet between our knees.
"I'm kinda nervous," she said.
"Let's take it slow. Take a deep breath and relax with your back
against the wall." I decided I would try to talk her through this as if it
were a therapy session, giving it a feeling of formality and relaxation.
"Okay," she said, and breathed a sigh.
"Put your hands on your knees and pull your skirt up to your thighs."
She put her hands on her knees, hesitated, then began to draw her skirt
back. She had no hair on her legs, but it didn't look like she shaved them
either. Her thighs were incredibly smooth and creamy white. She wasn't
too pale, but her thighs obviously didn't get much sun. She stopped. I
couldn't quite make out her underwear from my angle. She resumed pulling
the front of her skirt back so that the front of it was gathered around her
waist. Her panties were light blue cotton with little white stars and
there was a spot of wetness on them. She looked at me nervously.
"Are you sure this is okay?" she asked.
"Yes," I said, "but only if you're okay with it. If you want to stop,
it's no problem."
"I'm afraid you'll think it's weird and then I'll be so embarrassed."
"I'm sure nothing like that will happen," I said. Grace uncrossed her
legs, brought her knees together and kicked off her flats. She hooked her
thumbs under the waistband of her panties, closed her eyes and took a deep
breath. Leaning back against the wall, she lifted her bottom slightly off
the ground and slipped her panties up over her thighs, knees, calves and
feet. She dropped them next to her and hugged her knees. With her eyes
still closed and her hands on her knees, she spread her legs slowly. Her
mound was covered in a light tuft of wispy black hair which spread down
over her outer labia. Her dark, wrinkly inner labia poked through just
enough to be visible. The hair around the lips was matted down with
wetness. My erection was painfully pushing against the crotch of my pants.
Since her eyes were closed, she didn't notice me adjusting my cock down my
pant leg.
"Grace, your vagina is lovely," I said.
She opened her eyes with a look of relief and apprehension, then looked
down at her vagina, as if for the first time. She widened her legs a
little more and her outer labia spread to reveal more of her dark inner
labia, nestled against each other and for the first time I could make out
the edge of her clitoral hood.
"It looks very inviting," I said. "Spread it open a little."
She reached down, putting a finger on each side of her outer labia. Her
inner folds separated revealing the pink of her vaginal canal and bringing
her clitoral hood into full view. A drop of wetness escaped the inner lips
and rolled down her to her ass cheeks. I could not quite see her anus.
"Oh my goodness, that's beautiful," I said. "And I can see you're wet.
You must be excited."
"Mmm hmm."
She noticed that I was lightly brushing my fingers back and forth along
my very apparent cock.
"Any boy should be thrilled to have a chance to get his tongue in there
and taste you."
"I don't know if it would taste good," she said, looking skeptically at
her vagina.
"Haven't you ever tasted it?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"No."
"Get some of that juice on your finger and lick it off. I think you'll
like it," I said, trying to get her into a positive mindset about it.
She drew her index finger up through her labia and held it close to her
face. She inhaled and gave her finger a dubious look, then stuck out her
tongue and gave her finger a small lick.
"It's weird," she reported.
"Maybe it's an acquired taste," I offered.
"You taste it," she said, holding her finger toward me.
I took her wrist and brought her hand to my face. I put her whole index
finger into my mouth, swirled my tongue around it and pulled it out slowly.
Grace watched with mild surprise.
"That's wonderful," I said. She smiled.
"You mean, if I was your girlfriend, you would want to go down on me?"
"I want to go down on you in the worst way. I would love to explore
your pussy with my tongue."
She squirmed and another drop of juice rolled free.
"I think it would be too intense."
"It might be," I said, "but an experienced person could help you ease
into it slowly."
"Are you sure? You would want to do that?"
"I do want to, but only if you want me to, according to our agreement."
"Okay, yes. I want you to, but go slow."
"Okay, tell me to stop anytime you want."
I could feel my heart beating as I slid toward her. I got on my knees,
then leaned forward so I was lying on my stomach in front of her. I put my
hands on the outside of her thighs and ran them down toward her buttocks.
Her skin was so smooth. As I lowered my face toward her moist crotch, I
began to smell her lightly musky odor. It was intoxicating. It was
difficult to restrain myself from going in too fast and overwhelming her. I
inhaled deeply and exhaled through my mouth so she could feel the warmth of
my breath on her vagina. She shuddered. I kissed her outer labia on the
left, then the right and licked the wetness off my lips. I kissed her
directly on her pussy and she drew in a breath. Then I extended my tongue
and slowly licked up and down on either side of her outer labia. She was
breathing quite heavily now and I could feel the heat of her sex on my
face. I made my tongue wide and soft, placed at the bottom of her pussy and
drew it up the outside of her inner labia slowly. She moaned with
pleasure. I did it again, pressing in and spreading her dark inner lips
over my tongue. I continued this motion, gradually pressing in more each
time, until each lick was reaching deep wet and warmth. She was breathing
fast and heavy, her head tilted back against the wall and her palms flat on
the floor. Then I added in a little more. At the top of each motion, I
passed my tongue over her clitoral hood. The first time I did it her body
spasmed and she let out a tiny shriek. Each time after that she let out a
sort of "hunh" moan. After only a few of these her body was rocking and I
could feel her vaginal muscles tightening and relaxing each time my tongue
passed through. It only took a few more passes before her body started
shaking. I grabbed her buttocks and held her pussy firmly to my mouth with
my tongue over her clit while her spasms subsided. She relaxed back
against the wall. I gave her pussy one last big lick to get as much of her
juices as I could and brought myself up so I was kneeling in front of her.
When she opened her eyes and saw that my face was wet from nose to chin,
she laughed. I smiled at her and wiped my face with my hand.
"Oh my god," she said. "That was way better than I expected."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it so much," I said. "I did too."
Grace suddenly seemed aware that she was spread-eagle in front of me.
She closed her legs and reached for her panties.
"Do you think your girlfriend would be upset?" she asked, pulling her
underwear on.
"I'm sure she would. On the other hand, we've been having great sex
lately because of all this, and she's been enjoying it."
"Huh? All this?" she asked.
"Yeah. This... messing around we've been doing, it's really been
stimulating my sex drive. I've been way hornier than usual." I sat back
against the wall and crossed my legs. My bonder was obvious and I looked
down at it. "See?" I said, "Going down on you really got me excited."
Grace smiled sheepishly. "Do you need to masturbate?" she asked.
"As much as I'd like to, we should probably head back before anybody
gets suspicious. Anyway, if I save this for my girlfriend, she'll be
happy."
Grace stood up, straightened out her skirt and hurried down the stairs.