Note: This is a sequel to my earlier "Theory and Practise". You don't have to have read that, but if you're going to, you may want to read it first.
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I was in bed with Nina when the phone rang.
That wasn't the plan, I should say; after all, I was expecting the call. But when Nina showed up in one of her bouncy moods and announced that she'd been reading in a book about oral sex, and there were some things she wanted to test -- well, it would have taken a lot stronger man than me to turn her down. So I was naked and she (still fully dressed) was paying thoughtful attention to my cock, when my mobile started chirping.
Fortunately, I'd left it on the bedside table, so I answered it. Which probably sounds kind of weird -- and probably was -- but I know what my mother gets like when I don't answer, and I'd been psyching myself up for this conversation, and at that precise moment the effects of Nina's experiments were being pleasant rather than orgasmic. And maybe I was showing off to Nina, or myself.
"Hi Mum," I said, and "great," and "fine," and "it's being very interesting," and "no, I hadn't forgotten..."
Then came the bit where I had to spring something, and to mention something she didn't know already. "Actually," I said, "I know it's a bit last-minute, but do you think it'd be okay if I brought a friend to the wedding?"
Nina looked at me, and possibly had the grace to look a bit embarrassed as well as amused. Then she went back to work, although she'd already achieved some dramatic results.
"Yes, a girlfriend," I confirmed. "I mean, could you talk to Auntie Cleo? Nina says she'd like to meet the family, and this sounds like a good opportunity ... Yeah, you'll like her. Yes, she's great."
She also happens to be holding my hard-on very gently between her teeth at this precise moment,
I didn't add. "Umm, she's... Look, I'll e-mail you a picture if you like. Yeah, I can do that -- get Linda to show you how it works... You will? That's great! Thanks, Mum..."
I managed to get to the end of the call without whimpering once, for which I reckoned I deserved a medal, and even put the phone down without breaking it. Nina withdrew her head ever-so-gently (while still supporting my cock at its base with her hand), and grinned at me. "Blagged the invite?" she asked.
"Mum says she'll have a word with my Aunt -- I get the impression that there's a bit of space."
"Good. I'll look forward to it." She angled her head. "And you think that your family will be okay with me?" she asked, meaning
Will they take me as I am?
-- her favourite question.
"My parents will be cool with us," I said, meaning
They're not stupid, and they'll not be too worried about their only son having a sex life.
As for the rest of my family -- well, we'd see.
"Good. And I promise not to embarrass you."
I knew that she meant this. It's just that Nina has her own way of doing things. This was, bear in mind, the girl who was in danger of being pushed out of the university goth clique for being too weird. Admittedly, at least half of the problem there was that she was going out with me, and a lot of the rest was about her sometimes going out in public in the bright pink dress she wore for her fifteenth birthday party -- but the dress did rather clash with her bleached hairstyle and nose ring. She didn't have a full set of gothic parent-scaring features, mind you; when I first met her, she didn't even have any tattoos. However, since depriving me of my virginity (at the cost of her own), she'd had a single small cherry inscribed onto the outside of her left buttock. "Like a fighter pilot," as she put it with a sweet smile. She smirked if she ever caught me checking that it was still alone.
In short, though, there was only one thing that worried me more than how my parents might react to her, and that was how she'd feel if I
didn't
introduce them to her, sooner or later. And this was going to be my chance.
"Anyway," she said, "do you like this?"
"You can see that I do!"
"Good. It's kind of interesting to watch." She went back to working carefully with her lips and tongue, until I was more or less quivering.
"Hey," I gasped, "if you want anything for yourself, you're going to have to do something about it soon. I can't hold out much longer."
Her response was to move her head away and look at my erection kind of critically. Then she darted in again and ran her tongue slowly up the length of it, from balls to tip.
She barely had time to lift her head away before I came, spurting frantically and groaning as she continued to hold the base. Then she nodded, grabbed a couple of tissues, and gently mopped up the mess.
"Okay, I'll take that as a Don't Bother," I said.
"What gives you that idea?" she snapped. "There's another chapter." She tossed me the book. "Page seventy-eight. You should be able to digest the basics while I'm in getting ready." She dropped her thick-framed glasses on the bedside table and began to strip off.
I didn't have time to read the chapter, in fact, so I had to improvise quite a bit. Fortunately, Nina was happy to tell me when I was getting things right and when I wasn't, and within a few minutes, I found myself kneeling on the floor, her thighs clamped around my head, my face buried in her pussy. Equally fortunately, Nina had apparently found her experiments with my cock to be a turn-on, and liked having her clitoris teased by my lips and tongue. She squealed her way to an orgasm before I ran out of breath, then grinned at me as I lay down on the bed beside her.
"Anyway," she said, "you've told me about your parents and your little sister, but you've never said anything about this cousin who's getting married."
"Colin? I don't know him very well. He's a few years older than me, and we don't have a lot in common. Works in a bank."
"How did he meet this girl?"
"In church, I think. He's quite religious."
"Ooh -- Catholic schoolgirl, is she?"
"Methodist, so far as I know, and close to Colin's age. And from what I've heard about him, I doubt that she's the naughty girl type. Like I said, he's religious."
Nina stared at me. "You mean she..." she said, in a passable American accent.
"Uh-huh," I replied, as breathily as I could manage. "Yeah, the whole
Rocky Horror Picture Show
opening scene thing, quite likely."
"Wow. Poor kids."
I shrugged "Their choice."
"I guess. Remind me at the reception not to stand between them and the getaway car. I don't wanna be trampled."
The wedding was a couple of weeks later, in which time I managed to catch a photo of Nina looking intelligent but not surly, in her usual glasses and favourite long black coat. I e-mailed it to my parents, and received a "She looks nice" reply and confirmation that Aunt Cleo had made space at the wedding. We caught the train home on the Friday night, but we had to set out late, and then we missed a connection, so it was very late by the time we straggled in. My parents were waiting at the station, and smiled nicely enough and didn't make any strange noises when they saw Nina, so I decided that I might survive the weekend. There was a bit of dinner waiting for us at home, and everything would have felt very cosy if it wasn't for my little sister, who only wandered into the room as we finished eating.
"Hi, you," I said. I was genuinely pleased to see her; we'd mostly got over the squabbling-kids crap years ago, and progressed to sharing a few jokes about Mum and Dad. Now, though, she just scowled at me.
"Hello," she said flatly.
"This is Nina," I tried. "Nina, this is Linda..."
Nina pulled her best sweet smile -- she can do that, it just requires conscious effort -- but Linda didn't react much -- not even a stare like Nina's hairstyle (a dead white ponytail) sometimes triggers. She mumbled a hello and wandered out of the room again.
"Sorry about that. I don't know what's got into her lately," Mum said to me. "She used to get on so well with you."
"How old did you say she was?" Nina asked.
"Thirteen," I said.
"Oh well. She'll still be at the stage of thinking that sex is gross. And she probably reckoned that her one and favourite big brother was going to be around forever -- then he went away to university, and came back with a girlfriend. She'll get over it."
"Umm, well, yes," said my mother, looking slightly startled. "Anyway, you'll be tired..."
With a certain amount of nervous flutteriness, she showed both of us up to my old bedroom, told us to make ourselves comfortable, and scurried out, closing the door behind her. Nina looked at the door and smiled.
"She's nice," she said, and stripped naked in seconds flat, before pulling her pink dressing gown out of her luggage and asking where the bathroom was.
The next morning, I woke up to find enough daylight coming through the curtains to show Nina sitting up and looking at me with a smile. "I like your room," she said.
"Good." I rubbed my eyes, and she shrugged and got out of bed, still naked, and started wandering around, looking at things. I just sat up in bed watching her. She was nice to watch.
She was just peering carefully around the curtains, saying something about the neighbourhood, when the door opened. "Morning -- we're just geyeeeeuurgh."
The door slammed shut again. "We're just going out as usual," my dad called from the other side. "Help yourself to breakfast."
"Fine, thanks," I called in reply.
Nina glanced at the door. "Did your dad just check out my arse?" she demanded.
