Author's note: Thanks to everyone who read the beginning of this piece—and if you haven't, please do. I'm still discovering that Dean and Beth are innocents who are learning together. Their shyness and excitement is mine, and I am learning right along with them.
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Dean Allen woke up with a very erect penis. He thought back to yesterday and the plans he'd made with Beth tonight. He could see her cunt right in front of his face, the way it had been yesterday: her soft, pick labia, slightly swollen, glistening as she moved first one, then two fingers in and out in a rhythm that captured his attention and held him prisoner. Instantly, instinctively, he lowered his face and tasted the warm juices just beginning to wash over him. His lips parted her pussy lips and his tongue flicked tenderly in and out until he found her clit. He closed his eyes and sucked gently on her pleasure center, imagining her sucking on his cock. He'd reached down and stroked himself for a minute, then stopped. He wanted the focus on Beth--the way she'd focused on him.
He released her button and lapped hungrily at her pussy, long tongue strokes taking his mouth from her anus to the top of her manicured strawberry blonde pubic hair. He tasted her getting wetter and wetter, and had to swallow her juices a number of times just to keep the situation manageable. Dean barely realized Beth hand her hands behind his head, guiding him maybe, teaching him what to do and when to do it. When she quaked and gushed onto his face and into his accepting open mouth he lapped harder and swallowed often.
And these three things he remembered most clearly: looking up from her pussy to see the underside of her beautiful breasts, small round, standing straight out pushing her stiff nipples out even further; how wet the paper on the examining table had become just beneath her ass and his chin; and how the room and his world roared in silence when she squeezed her legs around his head, covering his ears, and burying his face and mouth into her pussy.
Now he threw back the covers on his bed, spread his legs and stroked his cock. He wanted to feel the way he felt yesterday when Beth was watching him. He'd been shy at first, but felt powerful when he shot his load onto the table, white globs staining the white sanitary paper already rolled out for the next patient. He ran his hand rapidly up and down the length of his penis thinking of Beth coming over tonight and wondering where their adventures might take them. The feeling was building up in his balls. His sac tightened and in a second he watched his come spurt in the air. He pulled the head of his penis toward his face and crazily tried to shoot into his own mouth. He fell well short; his semen landed on his stomach and chest. He'd never tried that before and wondered why he'd done it now.
It was ten o'clock. His parents would already be on their way to his cousin's wedding a couple of hours away. Dean begged off, using the Tiger doubleheader today as his excuse. His mother had been disappointed and concerned.
"We'll be gone overnight, you know," she'd said.
"I've stayed alone before, Mom. Besides, you let me go to college and I'm on my own then, right?"
His father sided with Dean.
At that time he'd had no plans; yesterday he'd arranged for Beth to come over. Dean would call her when the team got back, probably around eight or so and she'd come over. They would have the whole house to themselves and could do whatever they wanted, all night if they wanted to. Or, and Dean added this intentionally, they could just get a pizza and watch movies. It was completely up to her. It always would be.
The Tigers played at one and four. Dean had a hard time keeping his head in the game. As the assistant he coached at first base. He looked across the field at coach Miller and wondered what his reaction would be if he ever found out what was going on with his daughter. If you can get fired from a volunteer position, Dean guessed he would be fired. Probably nothing more, Beth was eighteen and he was nineteen.
Beth was parked at the curb by his house when he arrived home shortly after eight. Dean was afraid it might be awkward at first, after all the chances they'd taken yesterday, all the things they'd done and talked about. He pulled his car into the garage, took a deep breath, and got out.
Beth was walking up the driveway. She wore a black skirt and white blouse.
"I took the liberty of ordering the pizza already. It should be here in about twenty minutes," she said. She was smiling. Dean took that as a good sign.
"Great. That'll give me time to get cleaned up." He was stopped, waiting for the garage door to close. Beth put her arm around him and kissed him on the cheek.
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Most of the pizza was still in the box, uneaten. Dean and Beth were in the living room on the couch. Some version of "Law and Order" was on the TV, but neither was really watching it.
"We took some real risks yesterday," Dean said just to get the conversation going. There hadn't been a lot of talking to that point. Beth sat beside him with her legs folded neatly beneath her. Dean sat upright, feet on the carpet, and was looking at the TV when he'd spoken.
"Are you sorry?" she asked.
Dean knew she was looking at him now. He turned toward her. "No, I don't mean it like that. I'm just saying..." He didn't know what he was saying.
"Yeah, I guess we did. You made me feel very brave yesterday. You made me feel like I could do anything."
"I can't believe how comfortable I feel when I'm with you," Dean said. He was in unchartered territory. He'd never had the opportunity to have this talk with Amy.
"And," Beth continued, "I still feel pretty brave today."
"Oh yeah?"
"For instance, I would not be opposed to seeing your penis again, and touching it. I've wondered for a long time what a penis feels like. And I would like to try that thing you said yesterday."
"What thing?"
"You said you were thinking about being in my mouth when you came. I'd like to try that."
"Beth, I want you to know..." Dean started.
Beth put a finger to his lips. "Wherever this takes us we are going together. That's what I want you to know.
Dean leaned back on the couch. Beth watched as he unbuttoned his shorts and slid them off. The leather couch beneath him felt a little cold.
Beth was fully facing him, kneeling and hunched over. She reached with her right hand and held his cock. He was fully erect, a little pre-come dotted the tip and rolled down the side of the head when she started to slowly jerk him off. "You were doing it like this yesterday. Remember? I was watching wishing it was me."
Dean tilted his head toward the ceiling. He was...was...what? Scared? Beth was going so slow, gripping his unit just right, not the way he did it, but just right nonetheless. She looked at his face for approval and Dean closed his eyes hoping this would never end.
He felt her breath at the head of his cock, then he was in her mouth. Beth parted her lips and tentatively put about half an inch inside. Dean felt his cock against her tongue, but the tongue relented and slipped underneath him, allowing her to take more. She sucked a little and seemed very unsure.
