Gail got involved in some project or other with some other kids at school, which usually had Emma and I alone those afternoons that she didn't opt to stay at home to do her schoolwork. One such afternoon, she was snuggling with me on my lap when she asked me "Remember when I told you about some of the things I heard the girls at school talking about?"
I assured her that I did, and she went on "And you know how you had to tell me what they meant by 'eating pussy' and 'blowjobs'? And how I asked you if that was really what people did?"
I answered that in the affirmative, too, and she said "You told me how I could find out for myself that you weren't just teasing me, and that I should probably think about it — what I'd do if anybody ever said anything to ME about them. Well, I did look that stuff up, and I know you weren't just playing a trick on me or anything. And I thought about that stuff, too, like you said.
At first, I thought they sounded kinda gross; but after a little while, I figured that maybe they weren't so bad. But you've always told me and Gail that sometimes there are things that we have to find out about ourselves before we can really decide what we think about them, and I've thought about that, too. So I was wondering…", her voice trailing off.
I pretty much knew that she wanted to actually try one or the other (or maybe even both — be still, my beating heart!), but I needed for her to actually come out and say what she had in mind.
So I played dumb and asked "Wondering what, sweetheart?"
"I was wondering if… if maybe I could learn that stuff with you. You know, us actually doing it, I mean."
"Just so I understand, what do you mean by 'that stuff'?"
"Um… both, I think. The, um, eating pussy, and probably blowjobs, too. I guess you know I don't know anything about that stuff… I mean, I've never even seen a guy naked before. I know that boys have penises and testicles, but I think you're different there when you grow up, just like I'm different from when I was little. So could we?"
Once again, I pretended to be thinking it over so that I wouldn't seem to eager about the idea of finally getting naked with her, and getting each other off. Several seconds ticked by before I answered "I suppose we can do that, as long as you understand something, first."
"What's that?"
"I'm going to figure you know that both of those can end with the person receiving the oral sex having a climax. I don't figure you'd mind that happening with YOU, but what about it happening with me? Do you really think you're ready to find out what happens when I climax?"
A trifle hesitantly, she asked "That's… that's when you squirt your stuff — your semen, right?"
"Yes. And before that happens, I'll have to be sexually excited, so that I have an erection. I think you know that means my penis is going to be bigger and harder than usual; are you ready for that?"
"I'm ready to find out what it's like, yeah. I can't know if I'm really ready for it until it happens, can I? I'm going to have to find out what happens when a guy has a climax sooner or later; at least if it happens with you, I know that it'll be okay — I mean, I know you're not going to try to DO anything with me, and that I won't have to be scared or nervous or anything. If… if I'm okay with your erection, you being a grown man and everything, then I know everything will be okay when it's a guy MY age. Really, Gary — I want to find out about eating pussy and blowjobs, and with you."
It sure sounded like she'd thought about it, like she claimed to have. And I had to admit that I thought she had good points about finding out about erections and male ejaculation. Even if I wasn't already looking for us to be together like that, she'd made a good argument for it happening.
I pretended to be thinking about what she'd said as I tried to relax my cock from its half-erect state by sheer force of will — I didn't doubt for a moment that an adult male erection would be a surprise to her, and if I could possibly manage it, I wanted to her to see as it happened so that she wouldn't be as surprised (or scared, if it came to that).
When I'd finally gotten myself to a more-or-less normal state, I told her "As long as you remember we can stop any time you need or want, I guess it'll be okay. I suppose you want to find out now?"
"Um, yeah, if it's okay…"
I didn't bother saying anything; I just gave her butt a little pat to let her know to get off my lap.
When both of us were standing, I told her "This might take a little while. I think we'd both be more comfortable on my bed, but if you want, we can get the blanket out and stay in here, too."
She was surprisingly calm as she answered "Your bed is okay. I know I don't have to worry about anything happening."
Taking her hand in mine, I led the way back to my bedroom. She'd seen it in passing a few times, but this was going to be the first time that both of us were going to be on it — never mind with us nude, and actually involved with each other.
Emma helped me pull the bed covers down so that we'd be comfortable; then both of us quietly began to take our clothes off. Although she tried to play it calm, I could still tell that she was considerably interested in how I'd look when I was nude. I didn't bother trying to arrange things so that we both finished undressing at the same time; I was able to shed my under shorts before Emma was quite done riding herself of her bra. I calmly got onto the bed, then stretched out, making no bones about the fact that I was watching her as she finally slid her panties down her legs — something that was complicated by her attempt to look at my package while pretending she wasn't. When she'd finally managed to get her panties untangled from her ankles, she didn't hesitate to climb onto the bed with me. I could see that she was nervous, but not afraid; I simply waited patiently until she was able to focus her attention on me, and not just my cock and balls.
When she was looking into my face again, I calmly suggested "Since you've never seen an adult penis and everything, why don't you do ahead and find out about me, first. Look, touch, whatever you want to do until you're comfortable about what I have. Then when you're ready, we can go from there."
Blushing slightly, she nodded her head, and then sat up and turned herself around so that she could lean over far enough to really look at me. After a couple of minutes, she worked up the courage to reach out and begin touching me — very tentatively at first, but when I didn't express any discomfort or even interest in what she was doing, she quickly became comfortable enough to move things around, and generally find out what she wanted to know. She asked a few questions, and I answered them calmly and impassionately, trying to help her understand that there wasn't anything inherently "magical" or mysterious about male genitalia. Her manipulations had a little bit of an effect on me, getting me to semi-erect, but I managed to keep myself from developing a full erection.
When she was satisfied, she calmly returned to laying next to me before telling me "Thanks, Gary. I was kinda embarrassed at first, and I didn't know what to expect. But you really made it okay for me to learn what guys have, and how you're different from us girls, and I feel a lot better, now. You didn't make me feel bad, even when I was asking you stuff that was maybe kinda dumb."
"Em, the only dumb question is the one you don't ask. If there's something you don't know, I'm glad to be able to help you find an answer. Okay?"
She gave me a pleased smile, and I moved my head in to give her a soft kiss on the lips. She eagerly returned it, and after it was over, I asked "You said you aren't completely sure whether you want to learn about using your mouth on me?"