"and that's the deal nathan, i can go with you to the military
ball if i suck yours all the way?"
"well, i wouldn't put it exactly like that carlee."
"oh, how would you put it, then?" i asked.
"just think about it carlee."
"ok, i've thought, take it out and i'll do it."
"not now."
"why?"
"i'm not ready right now."
"i thought that what girlfriends were for, to make you ready."
i unsnapped nathan's shorts and pulled them down.
"carlee!" he shouted. my hand became wet as i slid it
into his shorts.
"god, was there someone here before me, mosley?" the head
of his crooked dick was swollen and the shaft thin and mushy. i'd felt
it like that before.
"god no babe, i was just playing with it and got carried away."
"you don't need a girlfriend, nathan." i exclaimed.
"yes i do carlee, i was thinking about you when i did it."
"oh, sure," i said.
"i promise," he replied. "you're the most popular
girl in school carlee, you just have to go to the ball with the
highest ranking officer."
"i'll think about it, mosley," i said, as i left. how
presumptuous, what a bastard, i thought. "my boyfriend jacks off
six times before we go out on a date, to keep from cumming when i pull
my panties down," jayney skidmore had bragged to me once. jayney
was sexy though, slender, with perky breasts and a figure to die for.
her dark brown hair touched her back, below her bra strap, and her
liquid brown eyes sort of stared when she sucked on a popsicle. she
said she liked to watch the boys drool when she did this. i'd seen her
do this many times on the tennis court. i kind of drooled myself.
jayney had four brothers, all older than her, she claimed to have had
a lot of experience with sex, maybe i should call her.
"meet me at the 'end zone' carlee, this sounds too complicated
to talk about on the phone," jayney told me. the 'end zone' was a
little cafe-restaurant of a thing located at approximately the end
zone of our football stadium. i ordered a bonnie beef sandwich and a
large order of onion rings, fried medium rare, a frequent request to
doodles, the manager. doodles brought my order directly to my table.
"it's always a pleasure to cook for you, carlee, you don't
like anything over cooked, do you?"
"no, i don't," i smiled and said. i had hauled more than
one order of half burnt onion rings back to doodles. jayney entered,
wearing a cute yellow tennis outfit and carrying her racket. everyone
turned and stared, she was breathtaking.
"hi," she said, as she sat across from me in the booth.
"what'll it be, miss jayney?" doodles shouted from across
the bar.
"a bowl of chili and a grilled cheese," she replied. i
nibbled on an onion ring while jayney looked me over. "you're
beautiful, friend," she said.
"and you should talk." i winked, as i bit into my
sandwich.
"so, how can i help?" she asked.
"oh jayney, you know we always come to you with our sex
problems."
"men who go to bed with sex problems on their minds, wake up
with the solution in their hand." we giggled.
"that's good jayney, did you make it up?"
"naaa, some chinese guy."
"what's it like?" i asked.
"are you considering it?"
"maybe."
"in order to get that worm to ask you to a dance?"
i smiled. "no, just considering it, that's all." jayney
stuck her tongue out; there was a pearl attached to the center of it.
"god, that must have hurt," i said, shivering. doodles
brought her order, with extra crackers and a coke.
"thank you doodles," she said, and smiled.
"iiit's on the house, jayney," he replied, sweating, and
stuttering.
"i just love it when i have that kind of effect on men,"
she said. doodles was far older than her father but, i could tell, she
loved turning him on. "blow jobs are better when you're really
hot, hot as a fire cracker, guys love them, they think that it's the
ultimate thing a girl can do for them, an ego thing."
"what's the down side?"
"oh baby, i'm sure you've had a dick in your mouth before, the
only down side is when they ram the son-of-a-bitch down your throat or
cum so fucking thick it makes you puke."
"that's not very appealing," i said.
"letting them fuck you in your ass is the step down."
"god, jayney, you've done everything," i said.
"i like experimentation," she answered. "you and
nathan gone that far?"
"no, not yet anyway."
"it's kind of nice carlee, you cum in a different way, hurts
at first."
"how's your chili jayney?" doodles stopped to ask.
"delicious, as usual doodles," she replied. he winked and
walked back to the bar.
"i think he likes you babe," i said. jayney smiled.
"now, what more can i tell you about blowjobs, carlee?"
"the consistency interests me, jayney."
"yeah, that can really make a difference, i always test my men
out first."
"you mean they cum differently?"
"sure, some squirt, some gush, the first boy i was ever with
was a squirter, he hit the overhead in a 1988 chevy, very liquid, he
was alright," she smiled.
"is the taste bad?"
"well, not too bad, of course taste isn't exactly what we're
looking for. it's always salty, and well, sort of snotty." god, i
almost puked on my bonnie beef.
"how unappealing," i said. jayney giggled.
"it's warm though."
"so's snot," i replied, with a grimace.
"like i said honey, you have to be really really hot to enjoy
it, spit ain't good either you know." we laughed.
"well, you have a point there girlfriend," i said. "that
doesn't stop us from kissing."
"there's something else that's important baby. if your guy
jerks off a lot, it will be thinner, less snotty."
"i never knew he did, until today."
"all guys jerk off carlee, several times a day."
"a day?" i was shocked.
"a day, ask any of them."
i really didn't want to do a survey, and jayney was about to turn
me off. "how long does it take jayney?"
"from start to finish?"
"yeah," i answered.
"depends on how hot they are when you start, usually though, a
minute or two."
"gosh, that's not very long, ah, you don't really blow, do
you?"
"of course not carlee, you don't suck either, at least not
very hard, you just bob your head up and down, use your tongue a lot,
and then you'll feel him getting ready."
"there's a warning?"
"all kinds of them, usually they moan a lot and will probably
tell you before they actually cum. does nathan have a lot of skin?"
"yeah, i guess."
"foreskin, dopey," she said.
"oh that, well, some, not a lot."
"does it cover the head when it's soft?"
"yes, almost."
"well then, when you do him remember to retract it tightly,
does he cum much?"
"oh, i don't know, about average, i suppose." of course i
had no one to compare his volume with, but i sure wasn't going to tell
jayney that.
"an ounce?"
"no, half that."
"squirter or gusher?"
"squirter."
"thick or thin?"
"thinnish," i answered.
"well then, you'll have no problem doll, nathan sounds quite
edible." she smiled.
"is this an open conversation?" timmy reins stopped and
asked. timmy was a year or so younger than jayney and me, really cute,
he was tall and thin, on the basketball team.
"this conversation would curl your eyelashes, reins,"
jayney said. timmy smiled, then took a seat beside me.
"great, then you all won't mind me chiming in." he put
his arm around me. "great to see you carlee, this won't make
commander mosely demote me, will it?"
"i don't think you can demote a private, timmy," i
answered.
"you'll have to decide whether to spit or swallow carlee,"
jayney blurted out. this caused my face to turn red, timmy's too.
"yes, i've thought of that jayney," i said.
"what in the hell are you girls discussing anyway?" timmy
asked nervously. jayney smiled.
"your mind's not in the gutter is it reins?"
timmy coughed. "no, not at all," he squirmed.
"actually, we're talking tobacco, timmy, to do that rather
than smoking," i said, hoping to change the subject.
"oh, well, i've never seen a girl chewing that stuff, it'd
certainly be different," he said.
"we're talking about blowjobs, reins." Jayney said. "and
we need a guinea pig." god, i could have died right there.
"jayney!!" i snapped.
"he'd do, carlee, he's tall and lean, what size shoe do you
wear reins?"
"ten." he answered shyly.
"perfect," she said. "the square root of ten is 3.16
times the cosign of the angle of the dangle, ehhhhhh, six and a half
inches."
"what are you all smoking?" he asked.
"is my mathematics correct reins?"
"nearly, and i've got to meet my mother." he got up to
leave.
"reins!!" she hollared. he stopped and turned. "call
me tonight," she said. he shook his head and walked out the door.
"god jayney," i said.
"sexy, isn't he?"
"you scared him to death."
"i doubt it, babe."
"you think he'll call you?"
"count on it. anymore questions?"
"no, guess not, and thanks jayney." she kissed my cheek.
"no problem honey."
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