First Love
Dr. Robins understood why Jon felt his love affair with Samantha was perfect. They were both young, in love, and behaved responsibly. They cared for each other.
"You must have felt lucky to have someone like Sam," Robins said.
"We both felt lucky," Jon said. "When our friends went on dates, they'd hang out at coffee shops or the mall. We were working through the Kama Sutra."
Robins laughed. "No, I mean it," Jon said. "We literally got a copy of the Kama Sutra and tried a lot of the positions. We felt very mature."
"So what happened next?" Robins asked.
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The next weeks were perfect. Sam and Jon snuck off to the RV as often as possible. They learned things, like the way to grind their hips together when Jon was moving in and out of her. They learned where to touch each other. Sam learned that Jon was particularly fond of pulling down the covers and gazing at her naked body as though he'd never seen it before. Sam grew particularly fond of this kind of attention, happy to writhe around on the bed in slow, sensuous motions that Jon always loved.
They were so infatuated with each other that they hugged, kissed and caressed each other whenever they'd meet in their school's hallways. The other students saw immediately that Sam and Jon were lovebirds, and they started cracking jokes and smirking in a good-natured way. It was all very nice until Sam recognized that they had a problem.
"Too many people know we're up to something," she said. Only students were aware of their budding love affair, but adults would figure it out if they kept acting the way they did. "We don't want to do anything that tips off our parents," Sam said. "If they had any idea of what we're doing, they would stop it."
Sam was right, of course. They knew what they had to do. From that moment on, Sam and Jon avoided all public displays of affection. No holding hands. No knowing smiles. Absolutely no hugs or kisses. They could act like lovers in private, but in public they would pretend they were just pals. They were especially careful around their parents, who knew they were dating, but didn't know that the relationship had grown so intimate so quickly. Sometimes Jon would invite Sam over to watch a movie. They'd pop a bowl of popcorn, put it between them on the sofa, and pretend that they were too young to feel chemistry. Sometimes they'd even invite Sam's little sister to join them. Sam's parents appreciated that Jon and Sam gave them a few hours of privacy, and the presence of Sam's little sister on these "dates" seemed like proof that the pair were just friends.
What no one else knew was that Sam and Jon were rushing off to the RV as often as possible. For years, students at their school liked visiting the public library after class because it had a fancy coffee shop and big lounging areas perfect for hanging out. They'd tell their parents they were going to the library when their actual intention was to rush to the RV, have sex, and get home early enough to avoid suspicion.
The essay Jon read about romantic advice for young men told him there was a specific thing he needed to do: nothing. They'd just crossed over from teenage make-out artists to actual lovers. The right thing to do was savor the moment. Keep doing what they were doing. Don't think about the fact that experienced lovers engaged in all kinds of things they'd never tried. There would be time to explore other types of sex later.
But Jon understood that he had responsibilities as Sam's boyfriend. He had to make sure she enjoyed every time they got together. Her satisfaction was more important than his. Jon needed to make sure she felt protected, loved, and secure.
Eventually Jon realized that it was up to him to introduce Sam to something new. One day Jon rolled over onto his back, holding Sam so she ended up on top. She enjoyed the feeling of being in control. Sam quickly realized that this position allowed her to rub her clit directly on Jon's pelvic bone. She humped wildly on top of Jon, gritting her teeth, closing her eyes, and losing herself in the sensation. Sam came quickly, and it was a powerful orgasm that left her limp and exhausted. "Oooooh. That was nice," she said, gasping for breath.
One thing Jon understood perfectly was that it was particularly important that he introduce Sam to oral sex. The author of the romance essay made it clear that women were especially fond of guys who liked going down. "Real men eat pussy," she wrote, expressing disdain for guys who were squeamish about cunnilingus. Guys expected their women to give blowjobs; they had to eat pussy. Period. End of discussion.
Jon looked forward to it. He was fascinated by descriptions of women drowning in pleasure when their men ate their pussies. He gathered that some guys didn't like the taste, and some worried about hygiene issues. That didn't seem like something worth worrying about. Jon already knew how Sam tasted and smelled. He imagined that her pussy would be more of the same.
Jon started their session the same as always - kissing passionately as his hands roamed over Sam's breasts and belly. As always, he slowly worked his way down to her pussy, gently working his fingers between her wet, warm slit. Sam reacted as she always did - thrilling to the feel of Jon's hand on the place where she wanted to be touched most.
Then Jon did something different. He removed his hand from between her legs, then ran his wet finger over one of Sam's nipples. The sensation was shocking - and amazing. It got even better, because after Jon made sure he'd smeared Sam's juices all over her nipple, he bent down and sucked the nipple between his lips, licking, sucking, and making sure Sam understood that he loved the way she tasted.
He reached down between her legs again, wetting one finger, then smearing her wetness on her other nipple. Sam felt like her breasts were swelling in size and getting firm with all this attention. Jon's hand went back to her pussy as he licked one nipple, then another, and back again. It was completely unexpected when Jon used his wet finger to smear pussy juice across Sam's upper lip. When Jon licked it off, Sam felt like her boyfriend was doing something especially exciting in a new, kinky way that thrilled her. It also ensured that Sam got a good understanding of how she smelled and tasted to Jon.
Sam knew what was about to happen when Jon began kissing and nibbling his way down her body. He kissed the soft flesh of her inner thighs as he spread her legs and took a long look at the only part of her body he hadn't examined thoroughly by then. The word that came to mind was "succulent." He inhaled her scent, then pushed his face between her legs.
Neither one of them knew exactly what to expect. The reality exceeded their expectations. Sam was overwhelmed with powerful sensations as Jon kissed, licked, sucked and nibbled at her soft, wet flesh. Jon knew what her clitoris was - and where. He sucked it between his lips, licked back and forth, and understood from Sam's reaction that this was the thing she enjoyed most.
The feelings were so intense that Sam couldn't help squeezing her legs together, pressing into Jon's head so hard it hurt. Jon worked himself into a position that let him force Sam's legs apart.
Sam writhed uncontrollably. She made sexy little noises that got louder, and louder, and Jon was surprised when she started to cum. Her legs trembled, and Jon saw contractions inside her pussy. She exhaled a loud moan. It lasted a long time - much longer than usual - and when it was over Sam let out a delighted laugh.
"God! Jon! That was amazing," she said. "It was just wonderful. That was so generous. Thank you," she said.
