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Chapter 2

Jerome's cock answered for him, throbbing and bobbing. He smiled at her, taking her hand and following her past the arch, into the bedroom. She had lit candles, and the scent of cream filled the air. The radio on the nightstand was tuned to an oldies station and the song playing reminded him of his college days. They sat on the edge of the bed, hands touching, lips locking, and began again.

She was still fully dressed and it appeared her plan was to remain that way. She pulled him back with her, lying stretched out beside him, now feeling his erection through his dress pants. Her hand slowly moved down his body, seeking his manhood, anxious to touch him. He rolled to his back, sighing, hoping her hand would continue its caress.

He couldn't remember ever being so excited. Yet, she was a good girl and he didn't want to scare or offend her. She had asked for an afternoon of kissing, saying it was all she was prepared for, and he had promised.

He decided to allow her whatever she wanted, and to keep his word.

There would always be another day and he didn't want to ruin his first time with her. Emily was kissing his neck, unbuttoning his shirt further. Her mouth moved down his chest, licking and leaving a damp trail. She pushed his shirt open, finding his pale nipples and capturing one in her mouth.

With the first pull, Jerome cried out. It was so incredibly sensual. Women didn't seem to know men had sensitive nipples and rarely spent time there. But Emily did. She was atop him, her mouth busily moving back and forth, sucking and nursing, enjoying the response she was creating.

Then his shirt was opened and she helped him remove it, enjoying the freedom of touching him everywhere, feeling his smooth back, massaging his shoulders.

She slid from him, lying again stretched out alongside his body, her heat warming him. Her fingers moved constantly, touching and learning. Jerome wondered once again if it were possible to just kiss this woman all afternoon and keep his promise.

Her fingers returned to his erection. She lightly traced him in his clothing, causing his cock to dance against her. Without Jerome even noticing, Emily had his fly opened and her little hand slid into his pants, capturing his throbbing dick. He looked down into her innocent face, and saw the look of satisfaction there. Her hand moved constantly.

She certainly knew about cocks. He relaxed and closed his eyes, again vowing to make this experience exactly what she wanted. He felt her hot hand leave his cock, and then felt his pants and shorts being pulled down and off.

Now, she was fully dressed and he was naked, with a massive erection, aching to be touched.

She moved down his body, her eyes only inches away from the throbbing cock. He could feel her hot breath, rapid and shallow. Looking up at him, she smiled. "Teach me, Jerome. Take my hand and show me the way to pleasure you, please?"

Jerome couldn't believe his ears. He looked into her sweet, very good-girl face and then saw her hand hovering above his dick, waiting for instruction. He pulled a few pillows under his head and reached down, circling the cock with his hand. He slowly massaged it as he had for years, his favored technique.

She watched intently, then replaced his hand with hers. "Like this?" she asked.

He almost couldn't talk, the pleasure was so overwhelming. He had never met a woman who cared if she massaged him correctly, so intent on his pleasure. With very little instruction, Emily was touching him exactly as he enjoyed it. Her face remained near his center, her hands moved busily on his cock and balls.

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