She looked very sheepish. "I didn't want anyone to think I was a little girl."
I just rolled my eyes. "Trust me, you're not a little girl."
"Do you like, uh, blowjobs?", she asked.
I had to grin at that. "Jeana, every man ever born likes blowjobs."
"So how come you never asked me for one?", she asked.
That was actually a good question. "Well, for one thing, all the other girls I have ever been with, and I will neither confirm nor deny any names, were all much more experienced than you. Like, they weren't virgins, and they all had sucked a cock or two before me. And besides, it's considered a little rude - 'hey, baby, how about sucking down a heavy load' isn't the politest thing a guy can ask a girl."
"Ooooh, yuck!"
"See?" I had to smile at her reaction.
"Well, that's pretty crude, but I bet you could have asked me nicer.", she replied.
I shrugged. "Would you like to find out?" I glanced meaningfully at my erection.
Jeana's eyes followed mine, and she blushed, but she also nodded. "What do I do?"
I have to admit, I had never been asked for lessons on this subject before, but I thought I just might enjoy the idea. I tossed a couple of throw pillows on the floor at my feet. "Well, I would suggest that you get on your knees between my legs for starters."
Jeana grinned, and scooted her pretty little ass off the couch on knelt on the pillows. I spread my legs, and she was up close and personal with Little Carl. She looked up at me expectantly.
"I guess a little anatomy lesson is in order." I pointed out most of the major features using the most common names. I never learned the medical terms. "Now, very important. Down below everything are my nuts, or balls." Jeana nodded and reached out and touched them, a little more forcefully than I like. I practically jumped off the couch. "Jesus! Be careful!"
She looked stricken. "Sorry."
I calmed down and sat back in front of her. "What I was going to say is that they are very, very sensitive! Some guys like a girl to play with them, but some don't, and I am definitely in that group. Before you ever touch them, ask permission."
"What!?"
"Ask!" I mimicked a low and sultry voice. "Oh, baby, I want to kiss and lick your balls! Do you want me to play with your balls while I suck your cock?" She looked shocked at me. "Get the idea?"
"Carling! I'll never do that! I'm with you!"
I smiled. She was only sixteen and this was the one great love of her life. I knew better. "You're right, and I apologize. Just do me a favor and leave the little guys alone, okay?"
She smiled at that. "Okay. So, what should I do first?"
"Well, think of me as a lollipop, and see what happens."
Jeana nodded and extended her tongue, and began to softly lick the shaft from bottom to top. However, I must have scared her off of using her hands, so I tended to move away from her. I told her that the no hands rule was only for my nuts, and that I really liked it when she played with my cock otherwise. That got me a very large grin, and she reached out and took control of the situation. She continued to lick my shaft and cockhead for several minutes, and started jacking me off at the same time.
That was going to get her a surprise soon, so I said, "Go a little slower, unless you're trying for a speed record. Now, the next step is open your mouth, and put me inside." Jeana's mouth came open and my cockhead slipped in. I groaned at the wet warmth, but then I felt her teeth, and that wasn't as nice. "Careful there, remember, no matter what you do, no teeth. Open wide and stay that way!" Jeana opened her mouth more and began bobbing her head up and down.
"Oh, that's so good! Just keep doing that! Don't stop, don't stop!" My mind totally lost track of the lesson plan. Jeana was doing just fine on her own. She even put a little suction on the end, and was jacking me so nicely. "Don't stop, just like that, don't stop..." My hips began moving up and down, involuntarily trying to push in deeper. "That's it, that's it, oh, oh..." Come started pumping up my shaft. Jeana gagged and coughed, but soldiered on gamely. My jism spurted into her mouth, and some dribbled back out of her lips, but she managed to swallow some of it, and a little more got on her face.
When I was pumped dry, I looked down at her jism smeared face. "That was amazing!", I said weakly.
Jeana looked up at me happily. "I did it right?"
"You did it more than right, honey."
"I wasn't sure."
I smiled. "This is a test that is very easy to grade. If the guy comes, you passed."
Jeana giggled. "Has that ever happened? You know, somebody fails the test."
I shrugged. Marilyn had given terrible blowjobs. They were okay for making me stiff before we screwed, but she never got the hang of just doing it for full release. She would always try to give me deep throat, which she really couldn't do, she never totally got her teeth out of the picture, and she tended to stop just before I came, to try a new trick. "It can happen."
Jeana noticed her face was covered with jism, so she stood and ran off to the kitchen sink and washed her face. I stood up and followed her. "So, we know I liked it, but what about you? I don't want to do anything you don't like to do."
Jeana dried her face and I decided to run that dishtowel through the laundry before using it again. "It was okay. I mean, it's not chocolate ice cream, but it was okay."
"I meant, did you enjoy doing that, or did it feel wrong to you or something?"
"Huh?"
I had to be careful here. In the future, a certain strain of super-feminists would proclaim that all sex, but especially fellatio, was demeaning and cruel to women. "Well, I've heard some women think it's demeaning to them."
She gave me a look like I was a little crazy. "I bet they wouldn't say that if you were the one doing the eating, and not them!"
"You're probably right."
She grinned at me. "You think I should practice some more?"
I grinned right back. "You can never practice too much! Why don't we go get on the bed first? Have you ever heard of sixty-nine?"
Jeana smiled. "I've heard of it, but maybe you should teach me."
"Maybe I should."
From there on in, oral sex on both our parts became an integral part of our lovemaking, and we both practiced as often as possible.
The rest of the semester went forward in a bit of a blur. There were times I felt definitely overstretched, but Jeana was always there to settle me down and take care of me, and I tried to do the best I could by her. I always knew in the back of my head that ultimately we would end up separating, but if I could delay that, it was a good idea. I kept my weekends open for anything she wanted to do. Usually once a month I would cook a Sunday supper over at her house and teach her a new recipe.
The biggest issue I had was balancing attendance at two different schools. I pretty much had an open hall pass over at Towson High, since my schedule depended on my class schedule over at Towson State. A fair bit of my high school classes I ended up doing self study in the library. I still tried to spend time there every day, to see my friends at home room or lunch, and go to lacrosse games or school plays and such.