The Lessons Ch. 22

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Melissa, however, was quick to find an opportunity to return to the scene of her crime. On Friday of that same week they were invited to a party at Pamela's house. When her parents were out of town Pamela liked to have these big parties. Her parents didn't mind, as long as nothing was broken and they didn't leave a big mess behind for mom to clean up. In fact, in many respects Pamela's parties were rather tame, as there was little to no drinking. Most of the kids who came were under age for drinking, and Pamela did not herself encourage or support it. However, many of her parties did end up in mass make-out sessions. As most of the Templeton students still lived at home with their parents, a house without the parents was a great opportunity.

Melissa and Jim quickly joined in, and it wasn't too long before Melissa's hand was working its way down into the crotch of his pants. They kissed and clutched in Pamela's parents' living room for quite a bit of time, along with about twelve other couples. Most everyone else was in the den downstairs, drinking colas, shooting pool, watching a movie on TV, and just hanging out. The living room lights were all off, so that it was difficult to eavesdrop visually. However, it was pretty clear what was going on. The room was filled with sounds of feminine purring, masculine groaning, lips smacking, and clothes rustling. Everyone largely respected each other's privacy, although at times one could not help but notice through the darkness a hand on a breast or even inside someone's pants. There was also the occasional sound of a feminine voice scolding a guy who was trying to go a bit too far.

This evening, however, Jim was wearing jockey briefs and jeans, which didn't make it so easy for Melissa to play with him. They necked and she petted for quite some time. She could tell that he was rock hard, but she found it frustrating that she really couldn't even get a good feel of it, let alone handle it. The tight jockies and jeans just didn't give her much access.

"Jimmy," she said, her eyes looking deep into his as she lightly stroked his erection through his jeans. "Would you come with me, I want to show you something." She grabbed his hand, pulled him from the couch they were sharing with Betty and Rick, who hardly noticed their departure as they were themselves deep within a clutch and French kiss.

Jim, though, did notice Betty pushing Jim's hand away as he tried to get a feel of her breast. "Yea, sure," he replied as Melissa pulled him away.

Melissa dragged him down the hallway and into the family bathroom, looking behind her as she pulled him inside, not wanting anyone to notice where they had gone. However, at Pamela's parties, most of the guests rarely gave much attention to the other couples.

As soon as she got him inside she quickly shut and locked the door. She turned to Jim and said, quite flirtatiously, "Jimmy, maybe this would be a good time to let Pogo come out and play with me?"

Jim's immediate reaction was, 'Anytime, anyplace.' Heck, he might not have even resisted her if she had pulled his cock out beneath her parents' dinner table, although clearly that would have been very, very risky. And, even here, he wasn't so sure. "Missy!? Right now, in Pamela's house?"

Melissa leaned back against the bathroom door. She gave him her best coquettish, pleading expression. "Please Jimmy. I want to see it. I've wanted to see it for quite awhile now, and I won't keep him out for too long."

Jim knew that was true. It probably wouldn't take too long for her to make him cum. "But, here, in the bathroom?"

"I think it's perfect, Jimmy. I mean, I know it's not terribly romantic but," she blushed as she said the next thing, "when you, you know, do it, it will be easy to clean up." She smiled as she said, "At least I won't have to spill something on you this time." She giggled at the memory.

Jim smiled back. He had himself been waiting for this for a long time as well.

Melissa whispered, "C'mon, Jimmy, take it out for me."

"Alright, if you insist," feigning like it was him doing her the favor. He unzipped his jeans, unbuckled his belt, and unbuttoned the waist.

"Wait," Melissa exclaimed. She did have to be sure of one thing first. "You won't tell anyone about this, will you?"

"Sure, sure, Missy, I won't tell anyone."

"Not even Joey." Joey was his best friend. He told him everything. He had told Joey about what happened at dinner. Joey was immensely jealous. He didn't even have a girlfriend, let alone one who would do something like that. He was, at this very point in time, downstairs having a soda, trying to flirt with Tina. Rumor had it that Tina did all sorts of things. But, he was making no progress. He wasn't surprised. He heard she was dating a graduate student.

"No, no, I won't tell Joey." And, he was being honest about that. He would want to tell him, but if Melissa didn't want him to, he wouldn't. He wouldn't violate her trust.

"Ok, then, um, you know, let me see it."

Jimmy continued to undo his pants. Once he finished he tried to catch her eyes, but she was staring at his crotch. He grasped the waistband of his jeans and his briefs, quickly pulled them down to his ankles, and then more slowly stood back up.

He was surprised by his own reaction at showing her, for the first time, his naked penis. He expected that he would feel quite proud, showing off his erection to Melissa. He did feel quite excited, but rather than proud he felt a wave of self-consciousness overwhelm him. His hands moved instinctively in front, covering himself up.

"No, no," Melissa protested. "Let me see him."

He moved his hands away. His stiff cock bobbed in the air. It was extremely hard, in part because she had been rubbing it so long, but mostly because he was now showing a girl, for the very first time, his erection.

"Oh Jimmy, it's so manly."

Jim now did indeed feel proud. He even jutted out his chest, although that wasn't the jutting she was noticing.

Her eyes were wide with wonder and excitement. "I could tell Pogo was big when I was feeling him through your pants, but I never imagined that he would be this big."

Jim really wasn't that big at all. He might in fact be a bit below average in size. But, to the inexperienced eyes of Melissa, he looked like a bull. She couldn't imagine fitting something that big inside of her. Fortunately, that was something that she would not have to worry about for many years. But, it was still intimidating to look at.

"Are all guys this big?"

"Golly, I don't know," Jim replied. Frankly, he figured that a lot of guys were bigger. He hadn't seen any guys' erections. Well, that wasn't true. There was one time, a few years ago, Joey and him engaged in some adolescent play. It was when they were first getting erections and there was one time that they jerked off together. Well, not really together. They just, well, he didn't like to talk, or even think, about that night. They certainly haven't spoken about it in years. However, he had seen many pictures of hard cocks in the porno sites he visited on the internet. And, the cocks he saw on the porn stars certainly looked a lot bigger than his. But, he wasn't about to tell Melissa this, particularly because he didn't want her to think he was small and, as well, he didn't want to admit to her that he visited porn sites.

"Well, you look awfully big to me." She brought one of her fingers to her lips, smiled, and said, as she wiggled her hips like a little kitten, "You're going to let me play with your Pogo stick aren't you?"

"Well, sure, yea, if you want," he replied. Frankly, she could do any darn thing she wanted with it. In fact, Jim couldn't help but think about her hopping up and down on his pogo stick.

Melissa approached him, somewhat shyly. She was sincerely intimidated by its size, its hardness. To her, it did actually resemble a weapon, like a stiff club with a big round knob at the end. She could feel her heart rate increase as she stepped up to him. She even felt a drop of moisture run down her side from beneath her blouse. She hoped he wouldn't notice that.

She got up right in front of him, and then noticed in her peripheral vision that much of their bodies, from their thighs up, was being reflected by the very large mirror over the bathroom sink. She looked at herself in the mirror as she reached down for his hard cock. She watched her hand in the mirror as it grasped the stem of his cock. She could see the pleasure on Jim's face, and heard him gasp, as her bare hand touched the naked skin of his stiff dick.

She looked up at him. "Jimmy, it does feel real hard. How do you get it so hard?" she asked, as she slowly slid her hand up and down the naked skin of his shaft.

"Missy," he replied, affectionately, but also a bit breathlessly, finding it rather difficult to speak with her little hand wrapped around his cock, "It's pretty much you who's making it hard."

Melissa giggled with appreciation at his compliment. "I want to look at it closer," she exclaimed as she got down on her knees in front of him to get a better look. She had certainly seen pictures of erect penises before, but this was the first time she saw one in person, and she was quite fascinated by it. She was particularly impressed with the large red bulb at the top. It looked so powerful, so aggressive; all red and puffed up. But, it was in fact soft to the touch, and so smooth, even shiny. She ran her finger along its soft curves. Jimmy flinched when her finger traced along its underside. 'He must be especially sensitive there,' she figured. She even leaned down into it so that she could see what it smelled like. She didn't want him to notice her smelling his penis, as that did seem, at least to her, to be a rather ridiculous thing to do, but she was so curious about it. She pretended to be looking extra-close at it as she lightly sniffed.

She was surprised at its aroma. It didn't stink like she thought it would. She figured it would have some disgusting odor, like what you smell when a bunch of boys are crowded in a room after horsing around. Jock straps must really reek. But, instead, Jimmy's penis had a sort of earthy, peaty, masculine smell. She was in fact quite pleased with it.

She felt an impulse to lick it to see what it might taste like. She wondered if it would have any sort of distinctive flavor. She even thought about putting the entire head into her mouth. However, she knew she didn't want to go that far. She was not the kind of girl who gave boys' blow jobs. She had heard about such girls. Pamela was one who was known for doing stuff like that, and some of the girls felt that she was a bit of a slut (yet, that didn't stop them from coming to her party).

But, Melissa couldn't help but wonder as she studied the smooth, round bulb. It looked really big right now, as it was but just an inch from her eyes. She turned his cock this way and that, squeezing the head and then looking down into his pee hole, and then studying the funny looking thin skin that stretched hard underneath the head. As she slid her hand up and down the length of the staff, she marveled at how the head seemed to swell and then subside, even getting a richer, deeper purplish color.

Jim was studying her as well. It was in fact tremendously steamy to have her pretty face so close to his cock. He knew if she kept this up that he might in fact just explode, and if she stayed where she was he would make quite a mess of her face. That would be terribly erotic, but he knew that she probably wouldn't like it. He would warn her first. But, he didn't have to. He heard her sigh, felt her warm breath wash across the head of his cock, and then watched her get up off the floor.

Once she was standing, she took hold of his cock and used it to maneuver him so that both of them were facing directly at the bathroom mirror. They admired the sight. They could see themselves standing next to each other, both with big grins on their faces as Melissa was grasping Jim's stiff dick.

Jim had to admit that his cock did actually look impressive. It was jutting out quite boldly, pointing proudly toward the reflection and even well over the bathroom sink. It even looked rather large in contrast to Missy's petite feminine hand.

They both smiled at the sight they made. Jim with his pants down, his dick jutting out, Melissa standing next to him, almost at attention and so much shorter than him, stroking his stiff dick, moving her fist up and down the shaft. Jim would have liked to be holding her and kissing her (and fondling her, but that was still out of the question), while she jerked him off, but there was also something to be said for watching her do it to him in the mirror. It was like they were voyeurs of their own sexual play. Jim, however, at least put his left arm around her waist and pulled her tight against him. He had to frankly use his other hand to steady himself, as his level of excitement was building rapidly with her tugging.

Melissa liked the view as well. In her entire field of vision she could see the boldness and swelling of his hard cock and the increasing excitement on his face, as well as her hand pulling, tugging, and jerking him and the joy and excitement on her own face. She put more urgency and force into her handling of him. She jerked him in a manner she figured boys did when they did it to themselves. "I'm jerking you off, aren't I Jimmy," she said breathlessly.

He was frankly out of breath. He was leaning forward somewhat, bracing himself with his right hand. His eyes were at best half open. He was trying to make this last as long as possible. He would have liked it to go on for quite some time, to enjoy it for hours, as well as to avoid embarrassing himself by coming so quickly.

But, the pleasure was too intense. The feel of her hand was too powerful, and the sight of her delight at bringing him off with her sweet little hand was too erotic.

"Is Pogo going to make a big mess?" Melissa asked with an angelically innocent voice.

"Oh man!" he exclaimed as he felt the pressure build in his loins and then surge through him, up his cock, and explode into the air. Blasts of cum started shooting from his cock.

"Wow!" Melissa exclaimed. She was indeed very impressed. "Look at it Jimmy!" she yelled. She didn't realize that it would come out with such force and power. The first blast shot across the sink and hit with a loud splat on the mirror. She quickly pulled up on his cock, though still jerking hard on it, to aim it even higher.

She heard Jim gasping and moaning but her eyes were now fixed on the reflected sight of his dick spurting wads of cum all over the mirror. She giggled with delight at her new toy. It was like she was using "Boner" as a sort of a squirt gun, blasting away at their reflections in the mirror. It even seemed to have a backfire. She could feel it pulse as a new blast coursed through his cock and then twitch as the cum exploded out the tip.

The last few spurts though fell considerably short of the mirror and it seemed, to her at least, fortunate that she was aiming him over the sink. The last few gushes fell harmlessly on marble and porcelain. Easily cleaned, with the sink, soap, and washcloth all readily available. She squeezed and tugged on his slackening cock to get the remaining drops to fall into the sink, giggling at the thought that she was milking the last few drips from the cow or, more accurately, the bull.

She playfully scolded him like a disappointed mother. "My goodness, James, you made quite the mess. What am I going to do with such a boy." She turned on the faucet, picked up a clean hand cloth, and wiped up the mess on the counter and in the sink. "Look at all of this," continuing her portrayal of the frustrated mom. "What is a girl to do with such a Pogo. You squirted your stuff all over the place."

Jim smiled through his exhausted blissfulness. "Well, I wasn't the one doing the aiming."

She turned to him, shook the wash cloth in his face, and said, "Don't you try to put the blame for this on me. You know what Pogo did. Now, you put it away before it causes any more trouble."

"Yes, ma'am," he replied, enjoying the game.

"James, look!" Melissa pointed to her reflection in the mirror. "Pogo even squirted all over my face." If one stood correctly, and Jim had to move a bit to get the same effect, it did look like she had a few splats on her face, now dripping down along the smooth surface of the mirror. Jim had to laugh at that. In fact, he found it to be a rather sexy illusion.

"But," she added, "I shouldn't complain, you got some on your face too. In fact, you're shirt is covered in it." He did look, but Jim wasn't quite so interested in that illusion. He quickly chipped in to help clean up that particular part of the mirror, and they both carefully washed the wash cloths, being sure not to leave any of the evidence behind.

Jim was subsequently true to his word that he didn't tell any of his friends about what they had done, and what she had done in particular. He didn't even tell Joey. Melissa, however, was a different story. It might in fact be an interesting question to study. Boys have this reputation for spreading rumors and stories about how far they went with certain girls, but in this case, and perhaps in many actual cases, it was the girls who learned about all the actual details of what really happened.

Melissa was in fact dying to tell her friends about it. My goodness, she had seen, touched, smelled (she didn't tell them about that), and even played with a naked erect penis. She had made it cum all over the bathroom mirror. Her friends were ecstatic, even jealous, and certainly wanted to hear all of the juicy details.

Melissa didn't feel that she was betraying any trust or confidence with Jim. She, of course, swore her friends to secrecy (although one really shouldn't believe that a confidence that was in fact betrayed would itself be held in confidence) but, more importantly, she didn't really think Jim would mind. And, she made sure that she exaggerated how big he was. He might even appreciate that. Jim did in fact notice that Melissa's girlfriends would at times now give him a rather funny, curious smile.

Melissa's friends though wanted her to go further. They had all sorts of questions that she didn't have an answer for. For example, what did the cum feel like? Was it sticky? Was it slimy? Was it stinky? What did it taste like? They squealed with laughter, among exclamations of "Eeeeeew," at that question. They agreed (not honestly) that they really didn't want to know the answer to that. But, they were certainly curious if Melissa was intending to "go all the way" with Jim.

She was adamant that she was not. She was saving herself for marriage. She said that she and Jim had talked about this quite openly and that he was fully respectful of her wishes. The girls were doubtful about this, but Jim did seem like a real honest, straight guy. Feelings of jealousy emerged once again.

"But, it's not like you're not already having sex with Jim," Patty protested.

Melissa disagreed. "This isn't like real sex."

They all laughed at that. Even a past President of the United States hadn't gotten away with that. As Patty asked, rhetorically, "Jerking a guy off, playing with his naked boner till he pops all over the mirror is not sex?"

Torrey added, "If it's not sex then why not tell your parents about it?"

Melissa felt that she had a good answer to all of their questions. "There is a big difference between going all the way and playing with his thing." They had to agree with that. The wedding night would still be special if all that they had done up until that time was a hand job. "And, no, I won't tell my parents about it, but that's not the point. I don't tell my parents about lots of things that have nothing to do with sex. I'm old enough to make up my own mind about what I want to do, and that's why I won't tell them about what we're doing."