"The Unplugged Challenge" - Sex Stories

"The Unplugged Challenge"

... And even then…. No, it was best to get off the subject. I was pushing my luck as it was. “So what was it that got you hard, then, after we had to stop for a sec? Since you weren’t thinking about me?” I blushed a little, turned away. “I don’t know, I guess I was just thinking of pussy.” Then I decided to go a step farther, somehow I didn’t fear her judging me as much, “I guess it probably looked a lot like yours. But only because it was the closest real one I’ve seen.” “It’s not that mysterious, you know,” she said. “It’s just a crack. It’s not the kind of thing where a guy would…” she stopped suddenly, and laughed, before continuing, “lick it for an hour just to get a closer look.” I blushed a little more, remembering I’d used similar words. “Some guys would. I would, but maybe not just for the look.” “What for then?” “To make the girl feel good. That’s an important skill to have. And it’s something else I need practice in.” Krista raised her eyebrows. “So you want to practice that sometime?” Her voice seemed to raise in pitch a little, like she was surprised, or even hopeful. “Sure. We’ve still got time before Mom and Dad get home.” “But, you’ve already cum…” I was confused. “So?” “So, guys hate doing that. The only reason a guy does that is so you’ll do something back. But if they’ve cum, they won’t bother.” “What?” I shook my head. “Is that what Tommy did to you?” She shook her head. “Just what I hear from friends. Tommy’s never licked me down there. Actually nobody has. ...

... Guys just think it’s gross to do that.” I shook my head in wonder. “The evidence for Tommy being a closeted fag is only increasing.” I didn’t really know if eating a girl out was gross or not, having never done the deed. I’d heard people say it was, that it tasted like strong fish, but I’d also heard people say it wasn’t at all, that they even enjoyed it. The one thing I did know was that girls were supposed to like it, really like it. And if you’re like me, full of self-doubt about your own abilities in other areas, you don’t want to shy away from something that supposedly makes a girl cum better than anything else. If I could somehow get good at it, it would be like a secret weapon. Even if it really was gross, I imagined I could fake my way through it. Fish wasn’t so bad. “I’ve never done it either, but I’d like to. Even now.” Now she was blushing and looking all over the room except at me. “Okay,” she said as she got to her feet. “If you really need to practice it, I guess we can start now.” She dropped her shorts quickly, then, more slowly, the pink panties beneath them. I’d already seen it so I didn’t know why she felt she had to tease, waiting a few seconds before the final reveal, but maybe girls are just built that way. It wasn’t long before they were gone, and she climbed on the bed. She removed her socks and looked at me. “So, on my back?” I nodded, got out of the way so she could stretch out, and then went to the foot of the bed so I could rest myself there. She ...