Too Good To Be True Ch. 03

Chapter 3

"Well, I need a shower..... Care to join me?" She asked.

"I am not going to complain about spending more time around you naked." I informed her.

"Good." She smirked, closed the curtain from her seat on the toilet and leaned over, starting the water to get warm. "I have read that guys can only cum so many times at once. But I have one more thing I want to do before you leave.... Because sooner or later, that asshole is gonna make me suck his dick, and I want to be prepared." She informed me, and there was a fire in her eyes. "I am not going to be some pansy who doesn't know what to do and is unprepared for him to shove his dick down my throat." She rubbed her neck. "I want to know what feels good so I can avoid it when his dick is in my mouth." She tilted her head, "Unless I can make him cum in two seconds flat so he doesn't get the pleasure of an extended blowjob." She reached over and gently lifted my dick, "I noticed once you came, you had to piss immediately and your dick was almost immediately getting soft. If I can make him come fast, maybe I can keep him from taking my throat."

I shrugged, "Not sure if I can help you get that good at oral sex in a night, but I'll try. But are you saying you want to try to deepthroat me tonight?"

She nodded, "Is that what they call it? Deepthroating?"

"Yeah, deepthroating is when you take a dick down the back of your throat. It can make you gag and if done badly enough, can make you puke. Like putting fingers down the back of your throat." I warned her.

"Yeah, I'd better be prepared." She declared, "If that asshole is going to throat fuck me, I don't want him to have the satisfaction of making me puke."

I almost told her I doubted her mystery man would want her puking on his dick, but realized that I shouldn't know that I would find that revolting as her mystery blackmailer, and secondly, if this made it so I could have my way with her throat as her mystery blackmailer... Well, who was I to complain.

It was probably just me, but watching her do anything, just casually naked, was hot as hell. From just going to the bathroom, to gathering towels so we could use them after we showered. Watching the way her naked flesh naturally giggled and moved almost had me hard again. I guess I had a thing for casual nudity, though I did know it had to be tempered with difficulty to obtain.

I guess that was a big part of what made Courtney so damn appealing. No one had ever been able to defile her before I got to experience the wonders of her body. I didn't have to wonder how many men she'd let fill her with their fluid, what potential diseases she might have acquired, or what baggage she had gotten. I was the first. The first one she willingly allowed to show her the beauty of intimacy and the first one she had been forced, reluctantly, to allow to experience her perfect (as far as I was concerned) body.

She tested the water and found it warm, stepped in, inviting me to follow.

I happily stepped into the shower with her, supporting myself on the wall that abutted the tub. Luckily, her tub had good grip stickers, so I wasn't slipping like I had in some dorm bathtubs. I closed the curtain behind me and turned to appreciate the wet naked woman in front of me.

Her bubbly ass was toward me as she let the hot water hit her neck and run down her tits. She had already wet her hair and was standing there with her head back appreciating the water. I decided the odds of this shower being purely a cleaning effort were non-existent, and if she wanted to just get clean, Courtney wouldn't have invited me in here with her, so I was going to make the best of it.

I stepped up behind her, and put my arms around Courtney. She jumped a little at the contact, but relaxed back into me, her ass nestling around my spent dick. I reached around and placed my hands on her stomach, just above her hips. Courtney grasped my hands and almost groaned.

"You know, I never understood why other girls were so obsessed with guys. I mean, I was less interested in women, so I knew I wasn't a lesbian. But I never understood the obsession." Courtney confessed, "You may be convincing me it wasn't so ridiculous."

Her hair was swept to one side of her neck, leaving me a clear shot, so I took it and kissed her neck with water running down her neck.

"Oh, that feels so good." She sighed.

I started to massage her tummy, my hands still above her hips, but now moving in small circles. After a few minutes, the combination of hot water and the massage was obviously doing something to her. Courtney had already had one heck of a fuck session, but no one was impossible to get turned back on. Finally, Courtney couldn't resist anymore and guided my right hand down between her legs.

My fingers began slipping up and down her slit. She leaned more heavily into me, luckily, having done this a couple of times with my high school girlfriend when her parents weren't home, I had expected it and was braced. I reached my left hand up and started playing with her tits.

"Damn...." Courtney whispered. "You can keep doing that."

I found her clit and started rubbing it, while teasing her nipple with light squeezes and pinches. Courtney was putty in my hands, I kept fingering her slit and playing with her tits for a minute before I stuck a finger inside her.

"I'm a bit delicate in there just now." Courtney informed me, "But the outside stuff felt great."

I regretfully removed my finger from her pussy, and returned to rubbing her clit. If her pussy was sore, her ass definitely was. I wouldn't be able to do too much, but could still enjoy her soft flesh in my fingers. I moved my hand around and started playing with the bubbly flesh of her butt cheek.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm, I never understood why men grabbed women's butts, and why women would like it.... Damn, apparently I just needed fucked to figure it out." Courtney cooed and rubbed her ass on my groin.

A few moments later, Courtney sighed, "Let's get clean, Tom." And she reached for a loofa, I took it from her hand and put some body wash on it, lathering it and began stroking her body with it, making sure to get everywhere, but blatantly enjoying scrubbing her tits, groin and ass. Then I scrubbed her back, knowing that getting a good back scrub was a perk most virgins wouldn't really have had. Courtney was still melting in my hands, until she kissed me, took the loofa and started returning the favor, the water rinsing her body as she scrubbed me down.

She wasn't as skilled as I would have liked, but it is always nice to have a naked woman scrub you. Finally, she finished, grabbed the detachable shower head and rinsed me off.

We stepped out of the shower and after Courtney toweled off and threw on a cotton robe. The robe did little to hide her curves, and her cleavage was pleasantly presented with the robe's opening at the top. I wrapped the towel around my waist.

"Want something to eat?" Courtney asked, "After all, I still want to learn how to give head before you leave."

I shrugged, "Sure, what do you want?"

She thought, "I'll make a chicken stir fry. I have some leftover rice that will pair well with it."

"You cook?" I tilted my head, a little surprised. I had always assumed she was a spoiled rich brat who never did anything for herself. I had seen she had a cleaning service that came and cleaned her apartment, I had assumed she did similar with her meals.

"I'm no five star chef, but it is a bit of a hobby of mine." She confessed. "It was one of the few 'girly' things I liked doing, so my mom was all for me cooking. Dad just enjoyed the food." she told me, walking to the kitchen. She didn't seem to mind being mostly naked, so I followed in my towel. She busied herself pulling out and cubing chicken and pulling fresh veggies and such from the fridge and pantry. In short order, she had a sizzling stir-fry going.

"So what are your parent's like?" I asked.

"Dad is a CEO. He insisted I get a degree that I could make a good life off in order to get access my trust fund. Mom... Well, I think she was originally just a gold digger." She admitted, blowing a lock of hair from her face. "For all I know she still is. She was a beauty pageant girl and was crushed when I had no interest in that bullshit. She is still trying to tell me that if I want a good man, I need a breast augmentation, but I have seen the way her fake boobs make her back sore."

She sprinkled more salt and some soy sauce into the frying chicken and veggies. "Dad is strict catholic, and mom is as catholic as she has to be to get along with him. I don't think she believes any of it. I kind of got disillusioned with the catholic church years ago. I figure there is a real church out there somewhere, but I haven't found it yet. I figure there is a god out there somewhere, but I don't think the egyptians, norse or anyone else's gods make sense, so I guess you could say I am Christian, but haven't found a Christian church that isn't bullshit. Dad isn't thrilled about it, but as his only daughter, he isn't about to disown me over it."

She pulled a plastic container of rice out of the fridge and began dividing the rice it contained up on two plates. "I guess that's why I was trying to save myself for my husband. I know it's the Chrstian thing to do, and one of the more Christian things that makes sense."

She divided the chicken and veggies between two plates. "But anyway, Dad is what you'd expect from a CEO. He is always golfing with some money bags, or on some business trip. He was sad he didn't get a son, and he may be trying to get some guy lined up to marry me so he can try to put them in his position when he retires. Mom just enjoys spending his money making their mansion a place she can lord over her friends with how much richer her husband is than theirs. She just wants my husband to be rich so if Dad dies my husband can keep her financed."

She brought the plates to the table, "Fork or Chopsticks?"

"Chopsticks." I replied. Luckily, my old girlfriend had liked sushi and asian food and taught me to use chopsticks, so I wouldn't look like an idiot.

She offered me a pair of nice, reusable, metal chopsticks.

As she continued to talk about her parents, how glad she had been to get out from under her mom's thumb and be out on her own, I tried the food. It was delicious. I dug in, enjoying the food and realizing how hungry our heavy fuck session had made me.

"That's why I ended up with my own place. All I had to do was tell dad that my roommate was bringing guys over and the management wouldn't believe me, and boom, he found me this place." Courtney continued to chat between bites.

"This is delicious!" I told her.

"Glad, you like it. I was guessing by the way the first half disappeared. It's nice to know that other people like my food. I've never really cooked for anyone before. I usually just make two servings so I have lunch tomorrow. But it is nice to cook for someone." She admitted.

We chatted more while we finished eating.

When we finished Courtney said, "I need a minute to digest before I try to deepthroat you. Why don't you tell me more about your family?"

My dad was a construction worker, and my mom worked as an aid at a school. We had never been particularly well off, but luck and genetics had made me good at school, as were most of my siblings. Scholarships had gotten me and my siblings who wanted to go to college to where we could afford to step through the door. Two of my siblings were already graduated. My little sister was still finishing High school. I didn't know much about what she was up to, but I was hoping she was smart about what guys she was letting fuck her.

"Oh, daddy would love you." Courtney laughed, then imitating a deeper voice, "Pulled yourself up by your bootstraps, you'll go places kid." She laughed. "At least my dad wouldn't be disappointed in the man who took my cherry."

"So, why did you pick me?" I asked. "If you didn't know anything about me."

She blushed, "Honestly, your eyes are hot."

I was blue eyed, but I had never thought of that as hot, so I was obviously surprised.

"Okay, that and I have never heard any of the girls talk about fucking you." She admitted. "It is sick how many guys have fucked half the girls on campus. I feel bad about it, because I think one reason that I am in the situation I was in is because I hadn't fucked anyone yet, and don't want to fuck a bunch of guys while in college. So some perv thought that would make me a conquest."

I felt a little bad about how much she nailed that. I did want to fuck her because she was a virgin that most guys couldn't get. I mean the sex had been fabulous, but it had been forced with blackmail.

"I'm sorry that led to this, but I hope I made it good for you." I told her.

"Oh, I made my mistakes and I'm paying for them. You've done great." She smiled, "And I have just shy of two weeks until that asshole gets to fuck me, and..." Her eyes dropped to my crotch, "I am hoping to get a lot more experience before then."

"Who all are you gonna get with?" I asked.

"Oh, the bargain I made was I could only sleep with one guy between now and then, but I was never told I could only sleep with him once." She informed me.

My brain short circuited for a second. Then I realized that she was correct, I had said she could sleep with only one man, but never said it could only be once. Then I comprehend what she was saying and tried not to get a shit-eating grin. "So, my lady, you are saying I am not just lucky enough to get to enjoy such a wondrous evening once, but how often are you thinking?"

She thought for a moment and winced, "Not sure my body could handle this every day, but I can at least practice deepthroating, unless my throat really hurts, and then I can still practice blowjobs."

I got excited for a minute, then my brain reminded me of reality.

"That sounds great, but I do have work and homework...." I told her.

She pouted, then mused for a minute, "I may have a solution."

I looked at her confused.

She mulled over something for a minute. "I am doing okay in class... but I feel like my foundational knowledge from our classes is... lacking."

Makes sense, I thought, since you've been cheating through college.

"What if I got my dad to pay you to be my tutor, then you could come over after class each day, and we can do homework, you can teach me what I am... forgetting... from our old classes and help my understanding reach where it should be, and then we can fuck?" She proposed.

I was dumbstruck.

"I mean, how much are you getting paid for your campus job?" She asked.

"Eleven-fifteen an hour, after my newest raise. And they won't let me get more than 20 hours a week." I told her. "So I get about four hundred dollars a week."

She smirked. "I'll call daddy tonight and see what I can arrange, how does that sound?"

I was floored, but I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. "If he is willing to do that, I'm not going to turn it down."

She giggled, "Daddy won't realize he is paying you to fuck his precious little girl. Oh, I love it."

I became skeptical. "As a CEO, he can't be dumb. Won't he realize something is going on?"

Courtney rolled her eyes, "As of last week he was begging me to go on a date. I think he's terrified that college turned me into a lesbian. If anything, me showing any interest in a boy might get you a fat paycheck to stick around. I doubt he'd believe I went from two weeks ago, when I told him I wasn't sure I'd ever get married, to fucking you tonight. I just have to play it right and he'll be overjoyed."

I leaned back, not totally convinced, but it was her dad, not mine, and I didn't have to quit my job before I knew if this was going to work out or not. The towel that had remained wrapped around my waist as the only thing stopping me from just being naked in her living room decided it was done, and fell to the floor. I tried to catch it, but failed, and Courtney's eyes locked on my stirring cock.

"Can I touch it?" She asked.

I tugged on her sleeve, "Sure, but fair is fair."

She laughed and shed her robe. Her glorious tits came back into view, making my dick stir, and she spread her legs revealing her bare snatch, bringing my dick back to full mast. "You are so easy to turn on." She giggled.

"I love a bare pussy, what can I say?" I shrugged, leaning back and spreading my legs to give her access as I enjoyed the view, as she slipped from her seat to between my legs.

"Good." She informed me, "Mother told me she was too busy to teach me to shave so she had father pay for laser hair removal. I couldn't grow hair down there if you wanted it."

She wiggled up to where her face was inches from my newly erect dick, when she reached up and took hold of the base of my dick. "It's throbbing." She observed.

"It likes to be touched." I told her.

She giggled, "I'm glad. It's weird, it isn't quite so scary now that it's been in me. I used to be terrified of them." She began running her fingers over the bulging veins. "The veins are a little weird, but I guess I probably have the same just..." She glanced down, "In there."

She tilted her head to the side, then without warning leaned forward and licked the head of my dick.

"Mmm." I hummed.

She seemed to think on the taste. "I don't know what I was expecting, but it isn't much of a taste." She leaned forward and licked it again. "It's not bad though." She ran her tongue from base to tip.

"Good." She seemed pleased, "I was afraid the girls who said dicks have a strong flavor were right. The shaft doesn't have taste at all, and the head doesn't have much flavor at all. I can deal with that." She licked again, and must have gotten some precum in this lick, because she pulled back, "Oh.... There it is." She licked the tip again. "It's kinda salty and... sweet." She looked up at me through her lashes. " I like it."

And with that, she opened her mouth and took the head of my penis in her mouth, running her tongue around my head, applying light suction.

"That's nice." I told her, leaning forward to get a handful of each boob. A sultry smile spread over her face and she took more of my dick in her mouth.

"Use your tongue more, the sucking is nice, but the tongue is what makes a blowjob as good as pussy." I instructed. "The head is the most sensitive part, you're going to want to focus either your tongue or the rest of your mouth to make it feel good, lips and suction will be good enough for most of the shaft. From what I understand each guy is different but there are some areas that are usually sensitive. Like the underside of the shaft, the bit that's pointed towards you."

She adjusted and it felt great.

"Oh, that is good." I told her.

She pulled off my dick with a pop. "That's all a blowjob is?" She laughed, stroking my cock.

I chuckled, releasing her tits, "I don't know how to explain more than that, but that alone will take a while to make a man cum. If you want to make him cum, more suction and faster pumping will make it faster, but if the man is in control that is hard to make happen." I informed her.

She seemed disappointed by that. "But you can make me orgasm so quickly."

I shrugged, "And maybe with two weeks of blowjobs you'll be able to figure out how to make a man cum fast, but most blowjobs I have had took a few minutes."

She sighed, "And that is plenty of time for him to throat fuck me." She got a determined look. "Let's try it."

I was concerned, "So, I helped my girlfriend in high school learn to deepthroat me, but it took a few weeks for her to work through her gag reflex, which is what it sounds like you want to do."

She nodded, "I want to be able to pretend him ramming his dick down my throat is nothing, as I laugh at him."

I nodded, "So, the best way to do that is put something, like my dick, as far back as you can handle it, and push just past that and hold it, as often as we can."