9 comments/ 110783 views/ 8 favorites Tammy asks Jimmy for Help By: Charles Petersunn This could have been chapter 22 of The Lessons. However, I appreciate the feedback that stories that are not actually within the original theme of The Lessons are probably best classified separately. Nevertheless, the characters of this story did appear in an earlier chapter of The Lessons. In any case, please do provide feedback. There are a number of possible sequels to this story, and I would be happy to hear your suggestions for how to improve it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - Ever since Miss Harding's biology class exercise (see Chapter 5) Tammie could not stop thinking about Jimmy Edwards, or at least his penis. She wasn't sure why. She just knew that she couldn't stop thinking about it. It was the first time she had ever seen one. Well, that wasn't really true. She had seen plenty of drawings and pictures of them, and even real live ones a few times. Just recently she had seen her father's when her mother was helping her learn the latest tricks innovations in make-up. She liked these moments with her mother. In any case, her dad came in to put on his clothes after having taken a shower. He was behind them, but Tammie stole glances of him in the reflection of the vanity mirror. Thinking back on that, she now recalls that even that little episode had been unusually exciting. She had a hard time concentrating on eye-liners while his thing was swinging in the air. She thought about it for the rest of the evening. She had also seen her brothers' penises a number of times, but these were again very innocent events, like when she walked in on her older brother Kenny when he was getting into a bathing suit to go swimming at the cottage. She was shocked to see how much he had grown down there. He was equally embarrassed that she saw him at all. She had wanted to talk about it, and, ultimately, to get a closer look. She even considered making a deal, letting Kenny see her thing if she got to see his. But, she didn't think that would be much of a deal. She didn't have any real thing to show him. She just had this little crease that she peed through. Of what interest would he have in that? He had much more to offer: his big tube thing sticking out and the bag hanging beneath it. She wondered though if she had made a mistake in not asking him to let her see it more closely. The experience with Jimmy in Miss Harding's class awoke all of these past regrets and wishes. Jimmy had satisfied a lot of her curiosity. She actually got to see a boy get a full, complete erection and even an ejaculation. It had been an amazing experience, but it was so exciting and stimulating that time seemed to go by so fast. It was over before she could take full, or any, advantage of the opportunity. She never even asked any of the questions that swirled through her head and she had only briefly touched it. She hadn't even really helped him to have his orgasm, nor did she ever get to see what his orgasm stuff felt like. She wondered what it must smell like, or even how it might taste like, although she figured that just must be some sort of dirty perverted thought. That was in fact one of the questions she had. Would it be bad to taste it? She couldn't ask her parents about these things, and she was too embarrassed to admit to her friends that she knew so little. She was also confused by the feelings of excitement and tension that were stirred whenever she recalled Jimmy's hard stiffness. She would feel like exploring herself down there when she thought about his masculine hardness. She even did it a few times. She imagined seeing again his big hard thing, sticking up so high, the red ball at the end, and she would just rub and rub and rub her little clittie. She would get so awfully wet when she played with herself. If she did it long enough she would even get these waves of pleasure, which she realized must be orgasms. It sure felt good. Well, she just had to talk to Jimmy. Now that she was all grown up she was not about to act childish about it, and she certainly didn't want to miss another opportunity. She wasn't sure though that he would just let her see it again. He had only pulled down his pants before because Miss Harding made him. Maybe he might being willing to let her see his if she let him see hers? She was kind of scared though. Whenever she started to approach him she would get all tongue-tied and chicken out. Eventually, though, after days, even weeks, of ruminating, she eventually decided that she just had to stop acting like a little kid and assert herself. She was going to do it tonight. She was determined. She knew that there was a very good chance that he would require that he be able to see her thing as well, so she put on some special undies along with the college uniform. Just thinking about this made her all nervous and excited. She put on her very best panties and bra. They were pink with all sorts of lace. They were in fact the only ones with lace that she had. She had bought them herself without her mother knowing about it. She found herself getting tingly, even a little wet, when she pulled up her panties, knowing that maybe later Jimmy would see her in them. She couldn't resist feeling herself down there as she thought about it. She felt so warm, and it felt so good to touch herself, thinking about Jimmy seeing her dressed only in panties and bra, maybe even pulling them down. Wow, that would be something! She circled a finger around her button, as she liked to call it. But, she quickly stopped. She knew if she kept playing with herself her panties might get wet, perhaps even stained, and then she would have to change them. She really wanted to wear these panties. She had to be more careful. It wouldn't hurt though to play with her boobies. It felt good to touch them, to rub them, to squeeze them. She liked how her nipples got so stiff. They poked out real far. You could easily see them through the lace of the bra. She so hoped that Jimmy would like her boobies. They were so small though. He had probably been with lots of girls. Heck, she hardly knew any girl who didn't have larger breasts than her. Maybe she shouldn't do this. It would be so awful if he in fact wasn't even interested in seeing her body. It wasn't much to look at. She knew she was pretty but she didn't really have a woman's body. She was even wearing braces. Only a few girls she knew at college were wearing braces. She hoped that Jimmy wouldn't mind. She knew that boys didn't like braces, and they made her look so young. It probably didn't help that she also wore round spectacles and liked to wear her hair in pigtails. It had taken quite awhile to braid them. Today she was using little butterfly hair bows, one pink and one light blue. Her mother said that she looked very pretty with them. She had to agree, although her mother would not agree with why she was trying to look so pretty tonight. Tammie went to the campus game room. It was a place to hang out, meet people, and play all sorts of board, pinball, and computer games. She knew that Jimmy would be there, as he was invariably there on Wednesday nights. She wondered if she should have put on perfume, but it was against college rules and the monitors often patrolled the student center in the evening to look for violations of the dress and demeanor code. Mr. Harrington, the Chair of the Student Disciplinary Board, was known to patrol these halls himself some evenings. Tammie actually found Mr. Harrington to be kind of cute but he was also very scary. No, it wasn't worth the risk. Wearing the lacy panties was already very dangerous. She couldn't imagine Mr. Harrington asking her to show them to him. But, golly, if Sara could be spanked right in front of everyone in class (see Chapter 1) you never knew what might happen. It would be worth the risk though if Jimmy liked her panties. Jimmy was there, as she expected. She immediately had second thoughts as soon as she saw him. He was such a good looking boy. To Tammie he looked like Justin Timberlake. She really liked NSYNC. 'A boy as good looking as that won't want me,' she thought. But, he was known for being considerate and nice. He wouldn't be mean or anything. So, she put on her best smile and strolled up to him. "Hi Jimmy!" she exclaimed, rapidly waving her hand at him with a big smile, her braces shining brightly. "Whatcha doin?" "Oh, hey Tammie," Jim replied. "Nothing much, really, just hanging out." He smiled sweetly at her. He actually did like Tammie. He would have even asked her out but he was worried that she would be afraid that he would expect her to do a lot on the first date, given what they already had done in class. Or, actually, what he had done. He was very embarrassed for her. He could tell that she had been quite uncomfortable during the whole thing. She probably thought he was some sort of pervert. "Do you know Nick and Alex?" She didn't know Nicholas, although she knew that he was one of Jimmy's friends. Tammie did know Alex. He was in her math class, along with Jimmy. She blushed when they said hello. Alex had been present during Miss Harding's class exercise. Jimmy noticed her reaction. This only reinforced his concern about her feelings. Jim invited her to join their pinball game. They were playing one of the old pinball machines that was modeled after a James Bond movie, Goldfinger. They played for about a half hour. It was a nice way to break the ice. The game offered a distraction to fill awkward silences, as well as a point of conversation. Tammie took every opportunity to brush up against Jimmy. She particularly liked to stand up close behind him and put her hand on one of his big shoulders when he was playing. She could pretend that she was standing so close because she was trying to get a good view of the pinball action. She even leaned in a few times and pressed a breast against his arm, which was actually a little tricky as he was using his hands and arms to play the game. He didn't seem to mind though, even when her presence might have contributed to a mistake. She wasn't sure that she was actually having any effect though. She wondered if he was even noticing that she was pushing her breasts against him. They were so small that he might not be able to feel them. She tried turning them side to side as she pushed them into his arm. She could feel her nipples get hard with the friction, but he didn't seem to be getting the message. However, she was at least encouraged by the fact that he would at times stand close to her as well. When it was her turn he would also get behind her, at least if Nicholas or Alex wasn't there first. Jim would stand directly behind her and look over her shoulder, at times placing a hand on her shoulder, her side, or even her hip. He was careful though not to touch her anywhere personal. While she was shooting she would jump and squeal, and at times turn her head to smile at him, and then miss her shot because she had been looking at him. It was pretty evident to an outside that she was trying to get his attention, and perhaps even more. Nick and Alex at least got the message. A couple of times they exchanged knowing glances. "Hey Jim, we gotta go," Nick finally said. "You're kidding me," Jim replied. "We usually play for a couple of hours." "Yea, I know," he acknowledged, "but Al said he would help me with my history paper." It was a pretty good excuse. Both of them were in a history class in which Jim was not enrolled. He wouldn't know that there wasn't any such paper. "Yea," Alex concurred. "This guy needs all the help he can get. I should have told you about it before but it's gotta be an early evening for us." "Well, sure, the grades are more important than this game, I suppose." They said their goodbyes and left Jim alone with Tammie. Tammie was very glad they left. She had been trying to think of an excuse to get Jim alone but just couldn't come up with anything that wasn't totally obvious. The fact that Nicholas and Alex had to leave early was a tremendous stroke of luck. Now she had Jim to herself, now she could talk to him about stuff but, then, that also meant that she had to broach the topic. "Well, I guess it's just the two of us, Tammie." Jim smiled at her, leaning on the pinball machine. Tammie stood awkwardly in front of him, fidgeting with her skirt. "Yea, that's right." A moment of doubt swept over her. "You can go, if you want. You don't have to stay here, with me, you know." Well, that was pretty pathetic, she thought. She had just said essentially the opposite of what she wanted to say. She had wanted to invite him to go somewhere with her so they could be alone, not invite him to leave. "No, that's fine. I'll stay." "Good!" Tammie replied, a little bit louder than she had wanted. Another awkward silence followed. Jim spoke up. "But, I'm a bit tired with this game. You wanna go to the student lounge and get something to drink?" "Sure!" Tammie gleefully replied. Now they could actually, maybe, talk, and she could ask her question. Walking to the student lounge in fact provided a good opportunity for Tammie to broach the topic. She didn't really want to be looking him in the face when she asked. It was less personal to talk side by side, and she didn't want to have to try to hide her disappointment and embarrassment if he said no. "Jimmy, can I ask you something?" she tentatively probed. "Well, sure, Tammie." He wondered what was on her mind. "Um, well, you remember, you know, the exercise we did for Miss Harding." Jim's face reddened. No way would anyone forget that. He could even feel a bit of a swelling just with her bringing it up, but he was also afraid that she was going to tell him how awful it had been for her and he could feel some anxiety rising as well. "Gosh, yes Tammie, sure." He turned to look at her as they were walking. "I'm really sorry about that." He was sorry about it? Oh no! "What do you mean?" "Well, I mean, I sure hope it wasn't too upsetting or anything." "Oh no, Jimmy, no." "I didn't do anything to make you mad or anything, did I? Because if I did I sure am sorry. I only did that stuff because we had to." "Oh, I know that Jimmy. No, I'm not mad or anything. No, that's not it all." "Yes, well, good. I'd feel terrible about that. You're a good girl, and I was kind of concerned about that." Tammie wasn't sure how to take that. She liked hearing that he was concerned about her feelings, and there was nothing wrong with being a good girl, but maybe he was saying that he just didn't think about her in that kind of way. There was another moment of awkward silence. Jim could tell that she was having trouble saying what was on her mind. "What was it that you wanted to ask me, then?" "Well, it's just that, um, actually, I thought it was a good, a useful, I mean, experience and I wanted to learn more about that sort of thing." Finally, she said it. She felt so much better. It was now out there. "What sort of thing?" Jim wasn't sure he knew for certain what she meant. "Jimmy!" Tammie complained. Wasn't it obvious? She realized that she had to say it explicitly, although she did so almost in a whisper. "You know, sex things." Jim was not expecting that. "You want to know more about sex?" Tammie was now real glad that they were walking side by side. She felt awfully embarrassed. He sounded shocked. She was feeling a little silly. Her face must be beet red. Maybe she did make a big mistake. She responded shyly, "Well, yes, yes I do. Is that bad?" Jim could again feel his dick swelling. He had never had a cute girl, actually any girl, actually just want to talk to him about sex. But, he really didn't want to take advantage of her. "Shouldn't you talk to your parents about that?" Now he was being the silly one. "Are you nuts?" she exclaimed. "I can't talk to them about that. They are so old fashioned. My mother would just have a fit." "Well, then how about Miss Harding or Mr. Peters? They seem pretty open about that sort of thing." He just wasn't getting it. Are boys dense or what? She was just going to have to come right out and say it. "I want to learn about it, um, with you, Jimmy. I was kind of hoping that you would show me, you know, things." Now he really felt some growth in his slacks. He stuck a hand down his pocket to shift his cock, as well as to try to keep it from noticeably poking out his slacks. "Me? Really?" There was again silence as Jim tried to figure out precisely what she was saying. "Um, sure, Tammie, whatever you want, you know, I'd be happy to help." "Goodie," Tammie exclaimed. Finally. Now it really had been said and, best of all, he said yes! She was beaming. Oh shoot, she thought, she better check something first. She turned to look at his face for this one. She wanted to be sure he was being honest with her. "You don't have a girlfriend, do you? I mean, you're not dating somebody regular like are you?" Jim didn't really understand why that should make any difference in talking about sex, although he would admit that if he did have a girlfriend it might be difficult to explain to her that the talking was all innocent. His erection clearly indicated that it was not. But, fortunately, it was a moot question. "No, no, I'm not seeing anyone right now." "OK," Tammie replied, but said loudly to herself, 'Good!' She then said, "I know a place we can go. I mean, if you want, if it's ok, you know, to do this right now." "I'm pretty much free for the evening." He smiled at her. "I am at your service, my dear, to command as you see fit." Tammie giggled. She took him by the hand and led him to the auditorium. It was nice holding his hand, like they were actually boyfriend-girlfriend, and he didn't seem to mind it at all. When they got to the auditorium she took him to the projectionist room. This was an excellent place to be safely alone. It wasn't particularly romantic but it was sound proof and you could lock the door to keep anyone from entering. Nobody would be coming around tonight. She had checked the schedule the day before and it was empty for tonight. She led him into the room. Once they entered she locked the door. "We don't want anyone coming in unexpectedly, you know." Jim was beginning to realize that this was more than just some questions. He used his hand to hold his cock against his body. He wished the college would allow them to wear jeans. Jeans are so much better at hiding an erection than these black dress slacks. He was even wearing loose hanging boxers. He could feel his mouth getting dry. Tammie was 18 but she was such a cute girl. She reminded him of her little sister. During the class exercise he couldn't get the image of his sister out of his mind, and that had made him very uncomfortable. Now though Tammie reminded him of somebody entirely different: an internet model that he liked, Ashley Lightspeed. Ashley was much safer for this sort of fantasy than his little sister. They were both just pixie girls. They were only 5 ft (95 pounds). Jim could tell that Tammie might even be a little smaller in her figure (Ashley is 31B, 25, 31). Both have straight blonde hair, often worn in pigtails. They especially resembled each other facially. Both were very pretty with blue sparkling eyes, rosy cheeks, and a youthful but playful innocence. One distinction was that Ashley didn't wear braces. In addition, Ashley only rarely wore her glasses. Jim couldn't help but wonder if Tammie also resembled Ashley down below. "Well, Tammie, um, what did you want to know?" He hoped that he wasn't obviously perspiring. Tammie was herself very nervous. She now had him alone but she didn't know how or where to start. Well, the easiest thing to do would be to follow the lead of Miss Harding. "Um, well, I was wondering if, first, you could, um, show me your, you know, your thing again." Tammy asks Jimmy for Help Jim's eyes widened in surprise. He was suspecting that it might or was leading up to something like this, but he figured that it wouldn't happen until after quite a bit of conversation. Tammie had a rush of panic. She saw the odd look on his face. Sentences just started pouring out. "I know it sounds weird to ask you for something like that. Please don't be mad. I mean, it's not like I haven't already seen it, or anything. I just thought maybe, um, you wouldn't mind, again." She looked away from him, feeling like she was going to cry. "Oh gee, I'm sorry Jimmy, I just made a terrible fool of myself, didn't I. I'll go, just forget that I ever said anything, please." She turned to leave. "Wait, wait," Jim called to her. "Don't go. Don't be embarrassed, really." She stopped, but she didn't turn back to face him. "You just took me by surprise." He made a little joke: "A guy needs a little sweet talk, you know." That helped. Tammie gave a brief giggle. She slowly turned back to face him. She looked into his eyes, hopefully but apprehensively, "So, you'll do it?" "Sure, the knight will do anything for his little princess," he replied, unbuckling his pants. He was actually very happy to do this, as well as relieved. Tammie clearly hadn't been upset at all by what had happened in Miss Harding's class. Tammie was ecstatic that he referred to her as 'my little princess.' She would love to be his princess. Her pulse raced and her heart pounded as she watched him undo his slacks. When he was finished he stopped to ask, "Actually, I should ask my princess for her preference. Do you wish to remove them yourself, my lady?" Tammie squealed and clapped her hands a few times. "Oh yes, my knight. I shall be most honored to do so." She scampered up to him and knelt down. She took hold of the top of his slacks and pulled down. She stopped though as soon as his slacks cleared his boxers. Her eyes widened in admiration and delight at how far his boxers were sticking out. She put a hand to her mouth and said, "Jimmy, it's already so big and everything." "Because my princess is so ever so pretty, my lady. Her knight is unable to be any other way in her presence." He had never talked this way to a girl. It was a bit silly, but she seemed to like it, and it was frankly easier than speaking for himself. Tammie did like it, especially that he continued to refer to her as his princess. Her knight and his princess could become their pet names. She also liked terribly much that she had gotten him so aroused, and she actually hadn't even done anything. 'He must like me very much,' she gleefully thought to herself. She continued to remove his slacks. When she got them to his feet she realized that he should get his shoes off first. She looked up at him with a gleam in her eye, finding it very difficult to look past the tent pole pushing out his shorts. "Me thinks that perhaps the knight should remove his shoes?" "If it pleases you my lady." Tammie laughed. She untied the laces of his shoe. He pulled up his foot and placed a hand on her shoulder to steady himself as she took it off. He had second thoughts though about her doing this. He was worried that his feet might smell a bit. The black dress shoes were not good for ventilation. Fortunately, he didn't notice any reaction. Once she got both shoes off she placed them to the side and helped Jim step out of his slacks. She then carefully folded his slacks so they would not wrinkle and laid it across his shoes. She looked back up to him. "I'll let you keep your socks on so your tootsies won't get cold." "Thank you my lady." She then rose up on her knees so that she was at eye level with his erection. She felt the head of his cock through his cotton boxers with her finger. She heard him sigh with pleasure at her touch. She reached for the waistband. He reached for her hand to stop her. "Wait, just a second." "What's wrong?" she asked. He paused to enjoy the sight of her pretty eyes, looking curiously at him through her spectacles. He pulled her up so that she was standing in front of him, although still a good foot shorter. He leaned down and tenderly kissed her on her lips. "Oh Jimmy," she sighed. She reached up to put her arms around his shoulders, closed her eyes, and pulled him tight against her. She could feel his erection pressing against her, but her mind was now on their kiss. It was a long and loving kiss. She wanted to stay in his strong, masculine arms forever. 'Maybe he will be my prince,' she thought. After quite some time he pulled away. "Alright, now you can remove my shorts." She smiled at him. "Goodie." She got back down on her knees and once again grasped the waistband. Looking like a girl about to get a big birthday present, she pulled down his shorts. His cock was caught in the material as she was pulling down his shorts. His dick was being pulled down with them. Once the head cleared the elastic waistband it sprung back up straight. "Oh!" Tammie said in glee. She left his boxers on his knees. She reached up and grasped the head of his cock in her little hand, pulled it down, and let it snap back up. She repeated this a few times, giggling at the sight of it jerking up and down. It hurt Jim a little bit, but not enough to complain. She was having too much fun with her stiff toy. She then resumed pulling his shorts down the rest of the way and again helped him to step out. When she was finished she sat back on her haunches and admired the sight of his stiff penis, jutting out over her. "My knight has such a strong, bold sword." "Would you care to inspect the weapon, my lady?" "Yes, I believe I should." She rose up on her knees. She wrapped her hand around the thick stem and looked closely at the head. Her eyes were just an inch away. "Are most guys this big?" Jim smiled at the compliment. He wasn't small but he was not especially big. He had to admit though that he did look big in Tammie's petite hand. "I'm really not that large, Tammie, but it's nice of you to say so." She looked up at him through her glasses. "Well, you look awfully large to me. It even looks bigger than it did in class." "Well, you didn't get this close to it in class." Tammie lowered her head a bit, feeling self-conscious. "I know, but, you know, I was scared." She smiled up at him, showing her braces. "I'm not scared now," she said proudly. She slid her hand up and down the shaft. Jim was not circumcised and Tammie enjoyed how the foreskin moved on and off the head of his cock. "It's like you have your own little hood," she commented. "Do guys like it when it goes back and forth over the top of the penis, or would you rather I keep it off?" She did actually want to learn some things. "It's much better when you use it. It gives your hand that much more stimulation," although her immature, soft touch was plenty enough stimulation. Tammie brought her left hand to his testicles. She lifted up his cock to get a good luck. She carefully felt their texture. "They're so hairy and soft. Hey, one of them is hanging lower than the other." She delicately squeezed one of them. Jim flinched and grimaced. "Oh! I'm sorry. They're real tender, aren't they." "Yea," Jim agreed. "It's odd that the tougher of the two sexes has such a tender spot." "Well, I'll be careful," she reassured him. She returned her attention to his cock. "I think I like the penis the best." She leaned in real close. Jim thought that she might put it in her mouth. He would love it if she did but he knew she might not be ready for that. She instead brought her nose to the stem and head, taking little sniffs. "It has a kind of smell to it." No girl had ever said anything like that to him before. "Does it smell bad?" Jim asked. "No, no, I like it. It's a kind of musky, masculine smell." The next thing to explore was a bit obvious but Tammie. Her heart began to race at the thought of what she was about to do. She recalled when she was first learning to swim, the fear of actually jumping right into the pool. She leaned in closer and lightly kissed the tip of the head. She heard Jim groan with pleasure. She realized that he must really like it when a girl kisses him there. I guess that shouldn't be a surprise. It would be the most loving thing to do, to kiss a guy's penis with your mouth, to maybe even go farther than that and put his whole thing in your mouth. "I guess guys like it when a girl uses her mouth on it." "They like it a lot!" He hoped he didn't sound too eager. He couldn't believe that she was actually going to do that. Tammie closed her eyes and caressed the head of his cock with her closed lips. Her lips felt so soft, so sensual, as they slowly moved along the bulb of his cock. Jim watched her every move. She was an endearing sight. So pretty, so adorable, and so affectionately caressing his dick. She stopped and looked up at him sheepishly. "I don't know if I should do it though, Jimmy." She wasn't at all sure if she was ready for such a thing. Even though it would be very loving it also seemed a little dirty, even slutty. "That's fine, Tammie." That wasn't entirely true. It was very disappointing, but maybe with time, with maturity, she would get more comfortable. "Not all girls are willing to do it." "Have all of your girlfriends done it?" "I actually haven't had that many girlfriends, Tammie and, no, not all of them." Jim probably had a lot less experience than Tammie assumed. He seemed so worldly to her, but only one prior girlfriend had actually given him a blow job. That really wasn't the answer she wanted. 'Not all of them,' meant some of them had, maybe even most of them. "I want to Jimmy, I really do, but, you know, I still have braces." She gave him a forced smile to show him the braces. "I'm afraid I might scratch or cut you. I mean, you're so big for my mouth." He had to admit there might be some truth to that. She'd have to open up her mouth pretty wide. She might indeed have some difficulty avoiding contact with the braces. Well, it would then be something he could look forward to in the future, once the braces were removed. She could see the disappointment on his face. "I can lick it though," she said gleefully, pleased with herself that she discovered a reasonable alternative. She then went at it, with the eagerness of a child with an ice cream cone on a very hot summer day. It wasn't the most sensual oral sex that a person could experience. Jim's prior girlfriend did a much better job. Tammie was more eager than skilled. She was lapping away at it, like a kitten that was cleaning and grooming him, being sure to get every inch. However, she did look cute doing it. As she licked the underside of the stem of his cock her glasses would repeatedly get wacked. And she looked so happy to be able to do it. She was grinning ear to ear. He particularly liked it when she stuck out her little tongue as far as she could and playfully bobbed the head of his cock up and down on the tip of her tongue. When she was done she looked up at him proudly and announced, "I want to see your poop hole now!" "What?" Jim exclaimed in understandable shock. Tammie was surprised at his reaction. "Your poop hole. I want to see that too. I want see everything on a guy." "Well, I don't know about that, Tammie." That was something no prior girlfriend had ever suggested. He liked the girls' puckered little brown holes but he never imagined that a girl might have a similar interest. Now it was his turn to learn something about Tammie. But, man, that seemed awfully disgusting, even embarrassing. "No way, Tammie, I'm not going to show you that." Tammie feared that she might have offended him, but she wanted to learn everything. She thought of a way to get him to do it. "But, you're my knight and I am your princess." She smiled endearingly at him. "Must you not do my bidding?" Jim returned her smile. She had a point there. "Well, yes, my lady, that I must. But perhaps if the mistress would offer a reward to her knight for such a gallant act?" He crossed his arms and grinned. "But, my noble knight, what can I, but a little, humble princess, offer you? I have but no gold, no pence, to offer. As yet, I have no property, no land. I have with me only the frivolous and trifling garments that clothe me. They are of no worth to you." "I beg to differ, my lady. I believe your lovely garments would be a very suitable reward. May I suggest, with all due respect, that you offer your blouse and skirt?" "Sir!" Tammie feigned shock, but enjoying immensely their flirtatious game. She got to her feet to protest his indignity. "This is most outrageous. If the king were to become aware of such impertinence he would have your head on a stick." "Very well, my lady, but then I must take my leave. I am sure that there are other damsels who are, shall we say, more cooperative?" "Don't say that, Jimmy," breaking out of character. She didn't like hearing him talk about other girls being more willing to do things. She knew she was not as desirable as the other girls he had known. She said quietly, "I will remove my clothes." She removed her black tie and started to unbutton her white blouse. She pretended to be reluctant, to be doing something that he had forced upon her, but she was in fact ecstatic. This was exactly what she wanted to do. She was actually going to let Jimmy see her in her undies! She could feel her heart patter with anticipation. After she had undone a few buttons he could see a bit of pink lace. He lightly grasped his cock with the fingers of his right hand. She looked at him. "Can I at least retain my undergarments, sir knight? Would you allow me to retain that dignity, or must you demean my royal family by feasting your eyes on the naked flesh of the king's princess?" She saw that he was openly stroking his cock. She liked it. She liked the fact that she was exciting him so much. "The blouse and skirt will be fine." A mischievous smile, however, soon followed, "For the moment." Tammie giggled as she finished unbuttoning her blouse. She was so glad she had worn her most special pink bra and panties. She happily, even hurriedly, removed her clothes, although carefully folding them before she placed them on the floor. As she was bent over, placing her skirt on her blouse, Jim placed his hand on her bottom. "Just a moment." Tammie paused. She remained bent over, as he instructed, but she raised her head in apprehension, not being sure of his intentions. She liked though the touch of his strong, masculine hand on her bottom. She had the cutest little derriere. His single hand covered both cheeks. They were so soft, so innocent, so enticing. He briefly caressed her, sliding his fingers along her delicate curves. "Alright, you can stand now." She stood in front of him, her hands demurely clasped in front, hiding her most personal part. She was an enticing fairy. A child's face looking nervously at him through her spectacles, in an innocent but adult body, seductively dressed in pink lace undies. Her breasts were indeed small, even smaller than Ashley's, but enticing nevertheless, perhaps even more so by their cherubic adorableness. He hoped that by the end of the evening he would be able to see them, to feel them, to hold them. "Do you approve, sir knight?" Tammie wasn't so naive that she couldn't tell that he was enjoying what he was seeing, but she was feeling very self-conscious standing in front of him like that, neither of them saying anything. It was the first time she was undressed in front of a guy and she needed some reassurance. "You are intoxicating, my dear; the beauty one would only expect from a princess." Tammie blushed and looked away, releasing a hand from the front of her panties to place it modestly at her mouth. "Jimmy," she said bashfully but happily. Jim sighed and reluctantly turned around. Reluctant because he could no longer see her, and because he was now showing her his butt, his ass. This was very weird, he thought. Tammie again clapped her hands in delight. She got down behind him. She first admired the whiteness, the roundness of his butt. It had an innocence about it, a childlike quality, yet it was also masculine, even muscular. She placed a hand on each cheek. She felt him clench, tighten, the muscles of his cheeks. She spread them open. 'Oh man,' Jim thought. 'What is she up to? This is really odd, and embarrassing.' He could feel his erection begin to soften. Tammie smiled at the sight of his anus. "It's all puckered up and furrowed," she said. "Yes, I imagine it is," he replied, a bit of sarcasm in his voice. "Have you ever seen it?" A curious question. "Actually, no, I don't think I have." "It's probably the one part of your body you have never actually seen your entire life," Tammie suggested. A curious point. He wasn't so sure he had any real interest in seeing it, but she was right. He had seen the back of his head, the bottom of his feet, his butt, and even his back, at one time or another, and he had felt his anus many times, actually at least twice a day, but he had never actually seen it. I guess you learn something every day. "Would you like me to tell you what it looks like?" "Uh, no, not really," he replied. "Well, too bad. I think it's cute. It's got a few little hairs on it. I think it's sexy." She then spread his cheeks wider, leaned in, and gave his anus a big sloppy lick. "Whoa!" Jim exclaimed in shock. Tammie had actually licked him there, licked his butt hole, his asshole. No girl had certainly ever done that before, none even hinted at it, nor had he. Tammie displayed the same enthusiasm with his anus as she had demonstrated with his dick. She lapped away like a mother cleaning the anus of one of her puppies. This time though the effect was actually a little pleasing. Jim had to admit that he was beginning to like it. It was a pleasant and provocative tickling. He was very surprised that the seemingly innocent and sweet Tammie would do such a thing, yet there she was, her face buried in between his cheeks, licking and lapping at his asshole. Tammie was not surprised at what she was doing. She was happy to do it. She wanted to make Jimmy happy. She was disappointed that she could not do oral sex with him the usual way. This was an opportunity to do something that no other girl probably had done. And, it wasn't really bad at all. The first couple of licks were a bit bitter but after that it was just fun, and so intimate. She even tried to burrow her tongue into his rectum, and she could tell that he was enjoying it. He even bent over to give her better access. His sphincter muscle was relaxing, at times opening up for her, but then clenching, like he was giving her little kisses. When she was done, she pulled back and wiped off her face with her hands and arm. She wished she had a wash cloth. Jim stood up straight. He felt a little wet back there but he had to admit that he had enjoyed it immensely. His erection had returned to full strength, perhaps even more swollen and hard. He turned around, bent over, and held her face in his hands. He leaned into her and gave her a sweet, long kiss on the lips she had used on his anus. "Tammie, that was wonderful." "Did you like it, really?" "I think I just learned more from you than I could think of offering." "Well, you're not done yet." "What next my lovely?" "I want to see you do it again." He was confused. He hadn't done anything. "Do what?" She was feeling more comfortable, less apprehensive. about what she wanted him to do. "I want to see you ejaculate again. I want you to make it cum again. This time," she said more quietly, "for me." "My princess wants to see her knight shoot his load?" "Jimmy, don't be so crass. Don't talk like that." Tammy asks Jimmy for Help "I am sorry, my dear, I meant no disrespect to your highness." He kissed her on the forehead and stood back up straight, his cock once again towering above her. The head now was more purplish and swollen. "I shall heed your bidding." He firmly grasped his erection in his strong hand and slowly moved it up and down the shaft. "But, my lady, it would be helpful toward this end that you seek if you would provide yourself some further inspiration." Tammie smiled. She sat back on her haunches, her hands clasped on her bent knees, looking the part of the innocent ingenue. "But, my knight, what can I, a fair maiden, offer thee?" "It would be of some benefit, my princess, if you would remove your remaining attire. I believe the beauty of the fair princess would serve the kingdom well." Tammie laughed. It was a fair request, and one with which she was more than happy to comply. She looked him in the eyes. He stopped his stroking but kept his hand firmly grasping his cock. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She slowly pulled the straps from her shoulders, keeping her eyes on his. She removed her arms from each strap, being careful to keep the cups in place over her breasts. When the only thing that remained holding them up was her hands she smiled at him, and let the bra fall from her body. Her breasts were darling. They were perfect little white cups, each capped by a perky stiff nipple. The nipples seemed unusually large, perhaps because they were perched on such petite titties. He reached for them but she waved him off. "No, my knight, these are not for you, at least not this night." She did not want to go too far on their first date. If he insisted, she would give everything to him. She felt so much for him, but she did want to go slow, to at least save some things for the future. He understood. He pulled back. Tammie leaned back until she was lying on the floor in front of him. Her perky breasts kept their firm round form as she was lying down. She reached for the waistband of her panties and pulled them down; slowly, being careful to keep her legs together. However, when she pulled her knees up to remove them from her feet he got a glimpse of what she was about to show him. He gasped. The slit of her pussy was so diminutive. Keeping her eyes on his eyes, she could see his rising excitement. She never realized how much power a woman could have on a man. He was the powerful one, the strong one, but he was now putty in her hands, entranced with every little movement she made. She spread her legs apart to let him see her most personal, intimate part. His eyes widened in delight. Her cunnie was just like Ashley Lightspeed's. It was the cutest little cunnie he had every seen. As good as, if not better than, Ashley's. There was hardly even a mound, at most a tender curve of flesh with a graceful, delicate cleft down the center. He could not imagine that she could take a cock in that tender little crevice. And there was no growth, no hair, nothing to hide it. It was so pure, so sweet, so delicious. "I shaved it for you. Is that alright?" "Tammie, it's the prettiest I have ever seen." Warmth swept through her. She was deliriously happy. She brought a finger to it, lightly tracing along the tender slit. "I like it better this way. It sometimes gets itchy, and it can be such a pain to shave it, but I think it looks better, and," she smiled, "feels better." She was feeling it, sliding her finger up and down the cleft as she lay at his feet. She could feel her wetness. She stopped, realizing what she was doing, right in front of him. "Don't stop, Tammie. Continue, and I will do the same." She looked fearfully at him, uneasy at the suggestion, butterflies in her stomach as well as her pigtails. He asked, "Does not the fair princess masturbate?" "Sir, Jimmy, don't ask me that. I can't talk about that." She covered herself, down there, with her hand. "You wanted to learn, didn't you?" "Well, yes, but that doesn't mean I have to tell you about things like that. Do you masturbate?" "Uh, I think that is an obvious yes. Aren't I doing it for you right now?" Tammie realized that was a very good point. In fact, it would be nice to share such a thing. She had not planned on this but it would be a good first date, to share something like that. "Has any of your prior girlfriends masturbated, did it, for you, with you?" "None, my lady." She said softly, hesitantly, "Alright then." She laid down in front of him, her pigtails draped across the floor. She spread her legs openly for him to watch her, and then slid her finger up and down her slit. She looked into his eyes. His eyes had gone to her little, wet crevice. Her eyes returned to his large, stiff cock. He increased the strength of his grip on his cock, firmly sliding his hand up and down its length as he gazed at her sweet, tender pussy with its delicate, tender breach. Oh how much he wanted to touch it, to lick it, to fuck it, but for the moment it was still so good to see it, to see her cunnie get so wet and aroused by her touch. She moved a single finger up and down, feeling her smoothness, her fissure, and her wetness. She stopped at the top, at her clit, and used all of her fingers to circle and wiggle the flesh surrounding and covering her clit. She liked to masturbate this way. She would press down hard and manipulate the flesh, not really rubbing or feeling, more like massaging and wiggling. Jim bent his knees as he worked at his cock. He rarely masturbated standing up. He preferred lying down, although standing up at times seemed to give him a more intense orgasm, and the sight of Tammie masturbating in front of him, for him, more than compensated for having to stand. Tammie increased the intensity of her manipulations. She stuck a finger of her left hand into her slit, into her hole, and worked it in and out, as the fingers of her right hand pressed down hard on the area of her clit, frantically wiggling the flesh. Her breathing was getting louder and faster. She had a desperate expression on her face. If one didn't know you would mistake it for fright, even horror, but it was instead an expression of intense excitement and arousal. She was going to cum, she was going to cum right in front of a guy, in front of Jim. Both of them could hear the sounds of their joint masturbation: the slapping of Jim's fist slamming up and down his shaft, and the squishing noises of Tammie's wet cunt as her fingers frantically manipulated her flesh. Jim could see her passion, the excitement in her eyes. Her gasping, whimpering, panting, and squeals filled the room, melding with the sound of his fist slapping and her cunt sloshing. 'Oh man,' he thought, 'I'm cumming,' and his jism burst forth in an intense, full spray. Tammie's eyes widened at the sight and she exploded in her own orgasm as she watched a white line spew from his cock, shoot through the air, and fall across her naked body in a wet, warm splat. She watched his cock twitch and pulse as gobs and ropes of cum shot from his cock. It was like he was repeatedly shooting out little white missiles and tracers from his cock. She spasmed in rapturous waves of pleasure as she saw and felt oodles of cum splash onto her body, on her tummy, her thighs, her boobies, even her face. She didn't try to protect herself. She enjoyed it. She was lost in the sweetness of her own orgasm as Jim's load rained all over her. When he was done he squeezed out a few remaining drops onto the floor and put his dick back into his pants. He was exhausted. He needed to sit down. He got down to sit beside her. He saw that her body was covered in his cum. There were drops, puddles, and streaks everywhere. She even had one drop on her cheek. He saw another one sliding down the side her nose. He picked up her hand and held it in his own. Tammie was panting. Her little titties were still rapidly rising up and down with the exhaustion of her own climax. She looked at him and squeezed his hand as she caught her breath. She smiled. "You made a big mess, Jimmy." Jim felt guilty. "I'm sorry, I, uh." She cut him off. "It's ok, I liked it. Look." She directed his attention to her elvish, smooth pussy. "You even got me there." She used a finger to coat her little cunnie with his cum, like it was a softening cream. It made her white, bare slit glisten. She then brought her finger to her mouth and licked off the remaining fluid. She finally got to taste a guy's culm. It was kind of salty. She liked it. She knew what she would want him to do the next time, but she told him instead, "You will have to be more careful next time." Jim pulled her to him so that she could curl up in his lap. He held her tenderly. She looked up into his eyes. "Do you want there to be a next time?" She realized that he hadn't actually said anything about that. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, her cheek, and her nose, tasting a bit of his own cum. She had not bothered to clean it off. She liked having it on her body. He replied, "I think there should be. We have a lot to learn from each other." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I certainly hope you liked it. Again, I am happy to get suggestions for new ideas and for ways that it can be improved. And, please do vote; it's most encouraging!