Kathryn finally opened her eyes and looked up at me. "That was WAY better than I was expecting. I see now what you meant when you said that someone else's hand makes it feel completely different."
"I did okay?"
She beamed. "I'd say that was more than okay. The doctor is VERY impressed!"
It was all rather silly small talk, but I think we were both more than a little embarrassed by what had happened, so we stayed away from the more weighty topics. I really wasn't sure what she'd say if I expressed my feelings to her.
Picking up my watch from the floor, I said, "It's nearly 10:30. I should probably be getting home."
Kathryn sat up. "Will you come back tomorrow?"
"What time?"
"How about 7:00? That will give us some time before my parents get home. I asked them to call when they're setting out, so we'll know when to expect them." She flashed a distinctly evil grin I was to become very familiar with. "The doctor has more plans for her subject."
I lay in my bed for a long time that night, trying to come to grips with the day's events.
Next morning, in order not to make my mom suspicious, I made like I was going fishing, something I often did in good weather. I headed out the front door with rod and tackle box, walked around the block and got to Kathryn's house a little past 6:30. Her shade was still down, so a picked up a few pebbles and threw them at her window, something we'd always done. I didn't want to wait for the appointed hour.
A moment or two later, the shade went up. Kathryn must have been kneeling, her elbows resting on the window sill. Her bare shoulders made me aware she was probably naked. (Another surprise about my closest friend. How long had she been doing this?) Her long hair was sleep-tousled but her eyes were sparkling. It suddenly dawned on me that she'd become a woman somewhere along the line and stupid me had never noticed.
"What are you doing out there?"
I looked at the rod and tackle box I was holding. "This? I thought my mom would question why I was coming here so early."
Her face had an inscrutable expression. "What are you planning to catch?"
I grinned up at her. "A mermaid?"
"Why don't you come in then, and we'll see how successful you are..."
I'd known for years that her family kept a spare key under the flowerpot by the back door, so with thumping heart, I let myself in.
My friend and I usually used the basement when we got together, and I'd seldom been in her bedroom. Once we got to a certain age, her parents, while not actively discouraging it, made it clear they'd rather we weren't up there. Until yesterday they'd had no reason to worry.
I found it had been repainted in cool blues with some pink accents, all distinctly feminine. Her bedspread was pink and blue, too, but I never noticed it at the time, because the sight that met my eyes when I got there, stopped me cold.
Kathryn had taken the time I'd been on my way up to brush her hair and make the bed. She was now lying sprawled out, naked as the day she was born, her hair like a halo around her head.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked, her voice low and full of lust.
I just stood in her doorway, drinking it all in. God, she was beautiful.
She rolled to the edge and sat up, feet on the floor. "Could I take your clothes off?"
"I'll do whatever the doctor orders," I answered thickly.
Kathryn padded over to me. Pulling my T-shirt out of my pants, she had it over my head in a moment. She kissed me right in the center of the chest. Her hair, just below my nose, smelled like wildflowers.
My sneakers were off and my belt loosened in short order. Then she stopped with her hands on the snap on my jeans. "You're already getting hard. The doctor approves."
I was indeed. It was such an erotic thrill to have this naked goddess kneeling in front of me as she pulled down the zipper and slid my jeans down my hips. Next came my briefs and my erection sprang free as joyously as it had the evening before. After slipping the pants over my feet and taking off my socks, she remained back on her heels, just staring at my cock.
"It's so beautiful," she murmured.
I stood there silently, my erection throbbing with each beat of my heart.
Kathryn seemed to be in a trance, as she examined my manhood closely, before reaching out her hand. "Mmm... So hard and yet so soft. I have to do this..." With that she leaned forward and kissed the tip.
Even though I was hoping she might, I couldn't believe she'd actually done it. In our local society, good girls didn't do things like that. There was one, rather plain and overweight, from across town who'd become infamous because she was willing to give blow jobs. It made her very popular, but gained her absolutely no respect. Behind her back, people ridiculed her. She could have a date any night she wanted, but no one would ever consider going steady with her.
Kathryn was looking up at me. "Robby, would you like me to take you in my mouth?"
"I...um..."
"Would you think less of me if I did this?"
Holding my cock at its base, she leaned forward and about three inches disappeared inside her pursed lips. When I felt her tongue move underneath, I jumped involuntarily. She immediately slid back.
"Did I hurt you?"
"Um, no. Just surprised me, that's all. Look, Kathryn---"
She looked up again. "I want you to call me Kathy when we're doing stuff like this."
"Why?"
"Because Kathy's my name when I'm being naughty."
This may have been the most surprising thing she'd said yet. I had no idea my friend even thought about sex, and in the past day, not only had I found out VERY differently, but she knew far more than I did.
"You actually want to give me a blow job?"
"Why do you say it that way? It's not such a bad thing, is it?"
I was flabbergasted. "It's just that girls like you---"
"Girls like me don't do things like this?" She took me in her mouth again, and this time the fluttering of her tongue on the sensitive part just under the head sent me through the roof. The feeling was indescribable.
Looking down, I could only see the top of her head, but as she worked with her hand as well as her mouth, I longed to see what this looked like. Reaching down, I pushed her hair back over her shoulders and held it.
"Thanks," she said, removing me from her mouth. "It was getting in my way."
It was hard to believe that this girl I THOUGHT I knew was actually giving me a blow job. And I hadn't even had to ask.
Without conscious thought, my hips began rocking as I felt an orgasm building. From her enthusiastic sucking and licking, Kathryn seemed to be enjoying what she was doing.
Right at the end, it came to me that she needed to be warned. I didn't think she'd want to swallow what was coming.
"Kathryn, ah, Kathy, I'm about to come. You better stop or---"
That's as far as I got. She grabbed my hips so I couldn't pull away and fluttered her tongue underneath the head of my cock. I couldn't help it. With a loud groan I began cumming harder than I ever had before.
