"You know you really don't have to do this if you are uncomfortable with it. I won't hold it against you." Jake said trying his best to sound completely sincere. The fact was he was going to be very disappointed if he didn't get a blowjob that night but the last thing he wanted to do was pressure his girlfriend into something she was uncomfortable with.
"I said I would do this." Melissa responded biting down on her lower lips. The truth was closer to she wanted to do this. She wasn't sure if she was happy that her boyfriend was enough of a gentleman that even after earning the right to get a blow job that he was still more interested in her comfort than his desires of if she was disappointed that he was going to pass up another opportunity.
Part of Melissa was screaming and hoping that some how he could feel the sheer force of her thoughts. She had never given a man a blow job and at twenty seven it was past time. Partially because she'd thought that it was dirty when she'd been a young woman but also partially because no man had ever been bold enough to ask. She knew that it wasn't really logical but she couldn't volunteer to give a blowjob. If she did it because she wanted to she was a slut. If she did it because her boyfriend begged then she was a good girlfriend. It boggled her mind how he couldn't figure out something as simple as if she challenged him to a video game, not just any game since she wasn't unfamiliar with a joystick, but specifically to a winner takes all game of Street Fighter, a game at which he had actually placed in national tournaments since he was twenty one and she had just shy of shunned. The only thing she hadn't done was put a collar around her neck and kneel at his feet. With the way he was acting Melissa wasn't even sure that would work. She had never known that it was possible for a man to be too much of a gentlemen but that was exactly the case she'd found herself in.
Jake considered his options while he looked his girlfriend over from head to toe. It was rather amazing what a few subtle changes could do to a woman's appearance. When he'd walked into her apartment she'd been wearing a black skirt that ended just above her knees, white socks bunched up around her ankles and a peasant top. Her hair had been pulled back in a crude bun, something she did when she simply didn't want her hair in her face but didn't have a plan for it. It was more than enough for a day they were just going to sit around playing video games and watching movies.
Sometime while he was engrossed in either the video games or the movies she had changed not her cloths but how she was wearing them. The socks that had been bunched messily around her ankles were now stretched up to end a few inches above her knees and the skirt that had formerly ended there had been folded and rolled to a point where it didn't quite cover the bottom of her ass. The peasant blouse she was wearing had started off around her shoulders and even then it had been low cut but she had tugged the top halfway down her arms so it only covered her nipples. At the same time she'd rolled the bottom half up so much of the smooth flesh of her belly was clearly visible. To top it off she'd let her auburn curls loose from their bun and allowed them to cascade around her shoulders and cover part of her face.
If she was trying to rob him of his self control it was working wonderfully. The innocent girl he'd walked in here with was a good girl and she deserved to be treated like the princess she was. The woman who was looking up at him right then was a slut who deserved to have a cock in her mouth. "Suck."
