After my stay-over at Zoe and Claire's, I took some time off from haunting the girls' dorm. I needed to get my grades back in shape and - honestly - get myself back in shape after a couple weeks of some pretty athletic sex marathons. I hit the gym. I finished drafting a couple term papers. I took some exclusive 'me' time (I masturbated a lot).
Then a friend and classmate, Janice appeared at my door. I didn't suspect anything then, but that afternoon that she came over was the start of what became something of a trend for me; seemingly serendipitous presentations of pussy with particular propensities.
After a workout at the gym and a hot shower, I was thinking about Chris and Jen and Zoe and Claire and I was soon more than in the mood for some more me time. I was just about to take off my towel and grab some lube when there was a knock at my door. I checked the cinch and drape of my towel to make sure I didn't peek out, then went to answer the door.
It was Janice. I knew her from a couple shared classes and some platonic quality time spent hanging out together and with mutual friends. She lived in my dorm but not on my floor.
"Janice. Hi. Nice to see you," I said. It was. She looked hot in modest heels, a wool skirt over sheer leggings, and an almost not-quite-too-tight white button-down over the shadow of a dark, lacy bra. Her short, bouncy hair framed her smile, until it turned into a more concerned look.
"Hi, Will. Oh, I'm sorry," she said, noticing my state of dress. "It's nothing urgent. I can come back later if..."
"No, no," I insisted, "what can I do for you?"
"I really really need a reliable guy's opinion on something," she said with uncharacteristic shyness. She glanced up and down the hall as if not wishing to be overheard. "Um, would it be okay if I came in?"
"Sure. Please," I said, stepping aside to let her in. "Can I get you a drink?"
"That'd... yes, that would be good, thanks."
I knew she liked bourbon and I had an open bottle of a nice single-barrel on hand. I poured us both a couple fingers and fished some ice out of my fridge.
I figured my small love seat would be just a bit too intimate given my current state of dress. I motioned Janice to a chair and we sat at my kitchenette table and clinked glasses in toast. After we'd both enjoyed a first sip, I prompted, "So. What's on your mind?"
Janice leaned towards me and put an earnest hand on my drinking arm. "How do I get a guy to want to eat my pussy?"
In my experience, Janice had always been able to talk frankly and even brashly about almost anything. She especially liked to talk about sex, particularly if she thought it would shock somebody. She knew better with me, though; she knew I couldn't be easily embarrassed that way, so I had to believe she was serious. Still, I asked, "Are you serious?"
"Yes, very," she said, still gripping my arm.
"Okay, then. I'll give you a serious answer."
Janice sighed as if relieved and sat back, taking another sip of her drink and listening attentively.
"First, it depends on the guy. Some guys - like me, for instance - you don't even have to do anything more than take your panties off. Show me a willing pussy and my mouth waters. But I take it we're not talking about a guy like that or you wouldn't be here asking, right?"
She inclined her head slightly and I took that as a signal to continue.
"So, if you're not dealing with an eager-for-beaver guy..." Janice smiled and gave a short giggle at that. "Then there could be a couple things going on. He may just be shy about it or he may have had a bad experience or he may have had no experience. He may not know he wants to eat your pussy or he may not know how. That can be a big hang up for some guys - and some gals. They may just not be confident and worried about possibly disappointing you in the oral sex department. So."
"So what do I do?"
"Well, that depends on a couple things. How well do you know the guy and how much do you trust them? If you're comfortable with them and you've had sex before - this probably isn't a first date option but could be - then simply have a talk with them about what you both like and want to do in bed - or wherever it is that you may wanna get freaky naked. I'm sure you wouldn't have a problem with that."
"Probably not," she shrugged, "but what else. Sounds like you've got some,pre ideas."
"Well, if the guy seems reluctant or isn't getting the signals, and you don't think they're ready for the scary frank sex talk from a mature, gorgeous, self-confident woman, then you've gotta overcome whatever's blocking their oral sex drive."
"Thanks," she said at the compliment but didn't even pretend to blush. "How do I figure out what the issue is," she asked, then took another sip, eyeing me expectantly over the rim of her glass.
"Don't have to, probably can't. So you go after all of them. You make him want to and then you tell him you want him to and then you tell him how."
"Go on," she said.
"So, get in the mood, get in the place, suck their cock first or don't, but get ready, pick your moment and then hit them with your all-stops-out eat my pussy pitch."
"And what does that look like?"
"Sit him down. Push him down. Clothes on or off, as you like, but make him sit out of reach and watch you. That right there is gonna get him going, watching you and not being able to touch you as you get him primed to go down on you with hunger and confidence."
Janice smiled and discretely uncrossed and re-crossed her legs, her tight leggings rustling under her sort wool skirt. "Then," she prompted.
"Strip tease. Put on a good show and talk dirty to him while you do. Tell him how much you want him and how you're gonna blow his mind tonight. Or whenever."
"Okay," she said.
"Then you show him how wet you are. You spread that pretty pussy and play with it. Engage their inner voyeur. Show him how pretty it is and that it's okay to touch. Get your fingers wet and make him watch you lick your cuntsauce off of them. That'll reassure him if he has any misgivings about how delicious you are."
"Oh, you're good," Janice said, squirming on her seat just a bit and covering it with another sip of her drink.
"Get your lips really wet with you. Then. When you're ready or you think he is, either go to him or get him to come to you. Tell him to kiss you. Finger your pussy while you kiss and make sure he knows your finger banging yourself. Moan into his mouth as you rub your clit and lips."
"Fuck," she breathed.
"Yeah. We're going for all the stops here. Then, put your fingers in his mouth. Let him get a good taste of you."
"Oh, wow," Janice whispered, leaning forward and tossing back her drink. "Pour us another first," she asked. "I need just a moment to process."
I got up and took both our glasses and went to pour another round. I got to the counter and had the cork out of the bottle before I realized that in my focus on Janice's reactions, I hadn't been fully aware of how excited I'd become. I was clearly tenting my towel now and there was no easy way to cover it and carry two drinks.
