White Freshman, Black Coeds Ch. 11

If you've just discovered this series, I'd urge you to read the Prologue to Chapter 1, and maybe even start there. This is a slowly-building series that I'm trying to keep as realistic as possible, the sexual awakening of a shy 18yo boy.

But I hope there's enough erotica in each part to keep it interesting, even if you just start here.

I shower while thinking about what's next in Rita's curriculum: oral sex.

And again I'm conflicted because of "my girls." They were the first to offer me that (the performing of it, not receiving of course), so should I honor that sort-of obligation? They'd seemed so excited about it, especially Candace, with the talk of guiding me to make it great for them and all that. But my feelings for Candace, whatever they actually were (and whether they might or might not be reciprocated), seemed much less now in comparison to the bond I'd developed with Nia.

Granted, a lot of that was due to the newness and wonder of it all, but she really is a nice girl that I could see myself being with. And was there any chance of a future with Candace, like a relationship? Most probably not, so then, without that possibility, would I even care to try to get to know her as I did Nia? Probably not, so then sharing anything sexual with her, while it would be fun no doubt, wouldn't have the depth of meaning that it did/would with Nia.

So all that said, wasn't the logical choice to go down that path with Nia, and not worry too much what the girls thought? I mean, I could still do that for them, it's just that they wouldn't be my first. And did they even care if they were my first, or would they just be happy getting their needs met? I decided that would be the case, so I resolved to go through with learning oral on/with Nia.

Now the next dilemma: I didn't exactly know how to do it. I had figured I'd be watching one of the girls do it to the other (probably Candace on Keisha, because of the way the other thing had gone), but now....could I figure it out? I'd seen still pictures of a man's tongue there, but never video. But it shouldn't be that hard, should it? I mean, I'd hardly known how to kiss a girl, or touch her all over, or touch her there at all, and that had worked out pretty well.

And Rita would be there to guide me if needed. I didn't think I'd need it, but it was comforting to know she would. Plus I could always ask Nia if she knew what she liked, or if this felt good, or that, or some other way entirely. I wasn't really worried about displeasing her, because like Candace had said, a tongue on her vagina was bound to feel good at some basic level.

I was mainly concerned that my performance wouldn't live up to my own expectations, my desire and need to give her pleasure in that way, to show her what I was capable of, and what she could look forward to if she and I... In the end I remembered that she and I were here to learn each other and learn techniques that pleased the other, and up to now I'd say that we'd both done pretty well at that without much fumbling about.

I was thinking all this through for too long I guess, just standing under the hot water, because pretty soon Nia came in (naked still) and asked if everything was alright. Realizing that they must both think me daft for not rushing back out there to dive between this lovely girl's legs, I shut off the water, quickly dried (Nia watching my slack penis with heightened curiosity), and followed her back out.

"Mark, I was afraid you'd fallen asleep in there! As an aside, for both of you to know, when a man has an orgasm, he's often sleepy afterward. That's due to certain hormones and chemical compounds released in the brain, as well as the pre-frontal cortex slowing down or kind of switching off."

I never knew sex was so complicated on a biological level. I mean, there's the urge to mate for procreation of course, but all this other stuff...who knew?

"Which, Mark, is another reason to please your partner first, so you don't drift off to sleep and leave her unfulfilled."

Nia nudged me at that, saying, "You'd better not" with a big grin.

"Nia and Mark, do you want to proceed on to oral sex?"

An energetic-yet-reserved answer from Nia, and a bit more reserved 'yes' from me.

"Neither of you has done this before, correct, giving or receiving?" Our two heads shake 'no' in unison, Nia squeezing my hand to reassure me.

"And I'm going to go out on a limb and guess that you might both be a bit apprehensive about it, wondering if you can do it well, and if your partner will enjoy it?"

Two yesses and simultaneous hand squeezes.

"I figured as much. But don't worry, that's common. And to tell the truth, there's really no wrong way to do it. Think about it: you've both touched each other in your most intimate places, and that went well, didn't it?"

Nods and searching looks between Nia and I, then smiles as we saw the answer in the other's face, then giggling about how it had felt. Both inside and out, giving and receiving.

"And you've both learned how to kiss each other erotically, you didn't need any help with that!"

More giggles and squeezes.

"So just take all of what you've learned from yesterday and today, how to talk to each other, how to explore each other, how to kiss and nibble each other, how to arouse each other, how to touch each other to cause orgasm— And now add your lips and tongues into the mix. It'll come naturally, I promise."

See? I knew Rita would make it sound simple and natural. I felt much better about it already.

"There are many ways for a woman to receive oral sex from her lover, but for this first time, Nia let's start with you on your back, and Mark on her right side as before, propped up on your elbow."

"Perfect, you two look so lovely together. Have you taken the time to notice your skin tone differences? It's not wrong to notice, nor to delight in it. Humans are visual creatures, and differences beyond the normal male/female should be noted and celebrated. You shouldn't fixate on skin color to the point of fetish, of course, but it's okay to be attracted by it, to recognize it, to derive erotic pleasure from it."

Nia and I grin foolishly at each other as I study her almond eyes, high cheekbones, and mahogany skin color, some of the attributes that make her different from me, that make her black. I suppose she's studying my brown hair, blue eyes, aquiline nose, pink skin, and freckles that point to my Northern European heritage. Different on the outside, yet the same on the inside: young people just looking for affirmation, wanting to be desired by another.

"Mark, you remember how to begin: affirmation, permission, touching, kissing, then when you're comfortable..."

"Nia, I think you're an incredible girl. Smart, funny, tender, nice, cute... May I give you pleasure in this new way?"

With a note of seriousness that surprised me, Nia acquiesced. But before she did she searched my face, perhaps looking for my motivations, my intentions, for the thing that made me want to do this to her, for her. Which after all, was the next-most-intimate thing a man can do with a woman short of...that. When she was convinced I was doing it mainly for her pleasure, and not because I cravenly wanted to, as if she were simply a plaything, only then did she say yes.

With permission thus granted, I began much as before, but with more excitement and more urgency than before. I still kissed her lips, her face, her neck, and her breasts while letting my free hand roam her belly and legs and the fuzzy place above her womanhood, but I was more direct, more concise in all those things, because this time I didn't want to keep her waiting.

And I didn't want to build her up so much as before, so that she might orgasm when my tongue first touched her clitoris. I wanted to build her up to that with my tongue down there; to taste her, smell her, please her before the finale.

I began to suckle her right breast, my head facing down her body to help guide my hand. As my hand meandered in and through her pubic hair, Nia began to spread her legs wider, which this time I allowed and welcomed. Using a light touch with just my middle finger I went up and over her mons, very lightly over her clitoral hood (small gasp there), and to the folds of flesh below, which I found already (still?) swollen, separated, and moist.

I hadn't gone this far down before, so I explored this new territory for a time. When my finger ran out of room at the bottom I brought it slowly back up until reaching the clitoris again, which I knew by the jump it elicited. Her sex was well-lubricated, so I paired my index finger with the middle and traversed downward again, this time with a little more pressure, letting my fingers channel deeper into her furrow.

Feeling that her inner labia were probably at maximum extension, I added a third finger. Moving back up I pressed all three against her lips, the middle one slightly deeper inside her moistness than the two on the outside. Nia moaned at this, pulling my head more tightly to her breast with a free hand. Keisha had told me that the labia were sensitive too, so I wanted to explore that idea with my fingers. I was careful not to touch her clitoris much though, saving that for my tongue.

I kept up the slow up-and-down with three fingers against her pussy lips, while I released her breast from my mouth and trailed kisses down her belly. She was running her fingers through my hair, letting me go at my own pace, but when I paused at her belly button because I wanted to kiss and lick there, she tried to push my head further down toward her place of greatest need.

I resisted a bit, but then let her have her way, my lips soon finding her landing strip, then with kisses and even some bites, I worked my way through that soft and inviting area, the gateway to the glory that lay below.

From there I could finally see what my hand was touching, because remember, I'd not really seen her there yet. And what I saw was the most beautiful part of her I'd found yet: her velvety inner sanctum, the clitoris atop the valley of her sex, her brown inner labia swollen and blooming outward, over the puffy outer labia, all brown and sepia tones. But the between place, her womanflesh, pink and wet and inviting, beckoning a man to put his organ there, to receive pleasure while giving the same, to ultimately deposit his seed deep inside to procreate life in her sacred womb.

Yeah, all that flowery stuff, but it was just sexy as hell too. As I moved my mouth lower, trying to reach her clit, I realized this wasn't going to work and I needed to be in front of her, facing her, able to bury my face between her legs, to lick and lap and nuzzle and bite and tease. To consume.

So I moved myself between her legs, which she instinctively spread. Then drawing her knees up and back and tucking her small feet beside her bottom, she presented herself to me as an altar at which I should worship. I laid on my stomach, up on my elbows, and for a space of time just looked at her most-private of places, a place that perhaps no other man had seen so close, so aroused, so fertile, so youthful.

For though I thought of Nia now as more woman than child, the truth was that she was as much a child as I. And though she had the fully-developed imprimatur of a woman there between her legs, still, the surrounding flesh and the mind were those of a girl. A girl who though wanting this moment to occur, must still be afraid: afraid of non-acceptance, afraid of rejection or betrayal, afraid due to the awesome responsibility of owning this treasure, this giver of life. Afraid of what a boy/man such as myself might do to her to possess it.

I think I saw some of those feelings on Nia's face as she strained her head up to look down at me, judging my reaction, ready to flee in tears and embarrassment if I demonstrated the slightest abhorrence. But of course I didn't; it was the most incredible and awesome thing I'd ever seen. Not just its physical characteristics, but her offering it to me, her vulnerability in that moment, her dread of my reaction.

I leaned in and planted my closed lips full-on to the lower part of her vagina, the opening to that life-receiving-and-giving tunnel. Nia moaned and laid back, while I remained still for tens of seconds, feeling the heat of her most intimate place on my lips, smelling the earthy-sweet floral funk of her nectar, just being, melding, becoming one with her at that interface, my lips to hers.

Then driven by the desire to taste her, I snaked my tongue into her as far as it would go, French-kissing her vagina as if it were her mouth. My hands took up positions on each of her perfect hips, holding her tight as I tried to bury my tongue and mouth inside her. I can't really say what Nia was doing or saying or feeling during that time, as I was too engrossed in exploring her, in knowing her in this way that was so intimate, so nurturing, so loving.

But I did eventually pull back, studying her more, before going back with long flat-tongued licks from bottom to top, trying to cover her labia with my tongue, gathering her secretions and spreading them and my saliva over her swollen labia. But I avoided the clitoris for now, still saving that for later.

Though Nia seemed to be enjoying this, I stopped to ask her if it felt good.

"Mmhmmm, yes, don't stop..."

So I continued that for a while, before impulsively (instinctively?) sucking her inner labia fully into my mouth. That brought a deep groan from Nia, and an arching of her back. With those inner lips inside my mouth I played with them with my tongue as I had earlier with the lips of her mouth, though the orientation was different and a bit hard to figure out. But with Nia writhing beneath me I figured I was onto something.

Releasing the suction, I pulled back to again just admire her vagina, to see if my work had caused any visible change. I think it had, because her inner labia seemed more swollen and splayed further open, if that were possible. Next I turned my head to the right and sucked just the left labia between my lips, running my tongue back and forth along its length. After repeating on the other side I asked Nia if that felt good. Breathlessly, she said it did.

Remembering Keisha's lesson on Candace about other erogenous zones, I realized I hadn't done any of that. So I snaked my left hand around Nia's right leg and up to her right breast, where I softly palpated it, then began toying with the nipple. Getting a positive response from her, I placed a soft kiss directly on top of her clitoris. Not sucking, not open-mouthed, not licking, just pursed lips planted firmly on her pleasure button.

"Oh God!!" As she arched herself up, holding my head in that spot with her left hand. I couldn't see much of her at that point, but through my lips and hand I felt her quivering, jerking occasionally, as I kept the pressure on but with no movement of any kind. I don't think she came then, but she was close.

"Did you like that, my love?" As I pulled back to look up into her eyes.

Have you ever watched someone taste something really delicious for the first time? That, "Oh my God, I didn't know something could taste that good!" look on their face? That's what I saw on Nia's face, that "Holy cow, where has this been all my life" expression. She reached down with her hand to replace my lips that weren't on that spot anymore, but I pushed her hand back, saying, "Let me do that for you. Are you ready to come?"

Nods from Nia as she writhed on the bed, my left hand still working her nipple. So I went back in with a flat-tongued stroke from all the way at the bottom of her vagina, sloooowly up until reaching the clit, then pointing my tongue and flicking up and over it, through it, pushing it up and then letting it spring back as my tongue passed. That caused Nia to jolt pretty violently, so I figured I'd better back off on the pressure there next time.

Another journey from bottom to the top, but this time I kept my tongue flat and let it pass over her clitoris with the same pressure as the trip up. That got an, "mmhmmmmm," so I figured I was better for her. A few more of those, increasing the pressure a little each trip. When she was squirming delightfully under my tongue I added a third input.

Working my right hand up against her bottom, I used the thumb to massage the labia and canal. I didn't penetrate too deeply because I'd heard of hymens and certainly didn't want to break hers, but I tried to mimic the motion of my tongue, except top-to-bottom this time, starting just under her clit. My left hand was still working her nipple, sometimes lightly, sometimes pinching and twisting a little, which she seemed to enjoy.

After watching my thumb plow through her furrow a few times, noting the sponginess of the labia and the slickness from within, I applied my lips again to her clit. This time in kind of a 'whistle' pucker, pushing in until the clitoris was firmly between my lips. Nia nearly went mad at this, thrashing and humping herself into my face, holding my head down with both hands.

It seemed natural to me to suck the clitoris as I'd sucked her nipples, so I started doing that. Very gently at first, just suctioning it enough to cause it to move up into my lips further, then releasing. I didn't stop to ask Nia how that was feeling, because her body had already let me know. Being an engineer, I like things to be precise and repeatable, so I soon settled on a pattern of five suctions, each a little stronger than the last. After five, back to one, sucking in just barely.

Nia's legs had folded in some, starting to pin my head in place and muffle my hearing. But I could still hear and feel her moans through her body. When I thought she was close and couldn't stand much more of this I decided to flick her clit with my tongue. About a second apart, not too firm, but again, getting stronger each time. This was driving Nia wild, and her legs were now firmly clamped against my head, not letting me go.

After several of these cycles Nia started frantically bucking her groin against my mouth, so I figured I ought to speed up the licks and the pressure of each. My right thumb was still stroking her opening, alternating side-to-side, going a little deeper, feeling a little wetter. My left hand was still on her right breast, alternately squeezing it and rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger.

Nia was like a bucking bronco that I was trying to stay on, trying to keep up with. Her thighs had my head locked in place, and I don't mind saying that her bucking against my lips was just short of painful. But I enjoyed that she was in that state, that I had put her there, and I did my best to maintain the three points of stimulation I had, without overdoing any one of them.

Soon I felt more than heard "the groan" building in Nia's body. She'd grabbed me by my actual hair and was pulling my face into her, while simultaneously rubbing her pussy against my lips. So far down and back up that my thumb slipped out each time. Then she erupted in her orgasm, and as I'd always seen before, arched her back and froze, holding my head firmly in place as she came.

I knew enough from masturbating myself that at that moment a lot of stimulation isn't usually desired, so I stopped the tongue action and just suctioned her clit into my mouth. My thumb I just firmly pushed into the valley of her lips as far as I dared (up-and-down the length, not 'into' her vagina), and my left fingers just lightly touched the nipple.

After several seconds of that orgasmic locked-up state, Nia fell back onto the bed, let her knees flop out to the sides again, but hands still on my head (she'd let go of my hair at least), began to slowly rock her pelvis against my lips, which I held stationary, and stopped the sucking motion. I held my right thumb still also, and just let her rub herself against it and my lips. The most sensual, delicious sounds escaped her mouth during that time: "mmmmmm's" and "ahhhhhh's" and "oh yes's".