Some kind people have suggested that "Educating Paddy" demanded a sequel. Here is the sequel, with my thanks.
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It was just over a week since the phone call had come out of the blue from Marge. "I need you to help me with Paddy," she had said. Not in my wildest dreams could I have suspected that helping Marge would involve fellatio and cunnilingus all in one evening. With a beautiful nineteen year old girl. Since then I had wondered if I should ever meet Paddy again, and thought a lot about how I should greet her if I did.
"Paddy? Oh yes, I remember. You're the girl who asked me to kiss her pussy." Hardly the best way to start a conversation.
And then Marge phoned and asked if I'd like to come round to dinner because Paddy was going to be there and I might like to see her again.
I gulped, and my prick did a jump and started clamoring against my Y-fronts, and I tried to sound casual as I said. "Sure, that sounds nice." I wasn't sure how I was going to face Marge. I hadn't seen her since she had climaxed the episode with Paddy by impaling herself on my shaft. And I do mean climaxed. I didn't have the nerve to ask if dinner was all I should be eating. But you can bet I spent the day imagining a variety of scenarios, all of them involving pussy---either Paddy's or Marge's, and preferably both.
Dinner was a fairly lively affair. Marge kept us well served with a nice red wine, and Paddy was no longer the shy, reticent chick I remembered. She was talkative, and funny, and met my eye without a hint of embarrassment at having asked a week before if she could suck my prick. And then Marge poured us all a liqueur and said, just as if we'd been discussing it all evening, "Last week has left Paddy with a lot of questions, Patrick. She says you were so nice and understanding then, she'd rather talk to you about it than me. Is that alright with you?"
I said, "Er---sure" What I really meant was, "What else can I tell her that won't turn her off? I'm not exactly a psychiatrist."
Marge got up from the table. "Paddy's staying overnight, so she's got the guest room. Why don't you take Patrick to your room, Paddy, and you can talk all you want in private."
Paddy led the way, not at all shyly. This was the first time I had been in Marge's apartment, so I was interested to see what a feminine apartment looked like. The guest room was nicely furnished, but there was only one chair and that was cluttered with Paddy's things, so we sat on the edge of the bed. Paddy took my hand immediately. "Patrick dear, I didn't know whether to phone you about last week or just pretend it hadn't happened. I felt so guilty about it, guilty at making you do those things. But Marge said you must have enjoyed it. I do hope you really did enjoy it. But anyway I want to thank you for being so sweet and sympathetic and gentle and understanding and---."
"Don't thank me, darling," I interrupted her. "I would have been happy enough to be teaching you mathematics, but being able to help you with something so personal and intimate like that was great for me. And if you really enjoyed it with a scarecrow like me, just imagine how it got my rocks off doing fellatio and cunnilingus with a beautiful doll like you."
Paddy squeezed my hand. "That's something I wanted to ask you about. Do you mind talking about it?"
"Honey, if I can't be doing it, talking about it is a good substitute."
"Do you really like it as much as that? You weren't just letting me do it to be nice to me? The girls at the office said it's not nice, and only the wrong sort of people want to do it. They say you have to be a pervert to want to do it."
I swear I wasn't making a play for her, I just wanted so much at that moment to make her feel good about herself. I put my arms round her and looked close into her eyes. "No darling, I wasn't just being nice to you. It was wonderful for me. Now tell me honestly, did you really enjoy it, too, sucking my prick and having me suck your pussy?"
