Kindness Of Emily

It was I who now took the opportunity to try and delay her departure. "Are you going to ask me to prove it?", I asked. This was not spoken in a sleazy way but in the same innocently-amused manner that she had asked me whether I had taken off all my clothes.
Emily paused for a second and let the laundry bag drop sharply to her feet. As she did so, her backpack slipped down her shoulder and she let this too drop to the floor. "Go on then".

I now hesitated in exactly the same way that she had done. She had not issued the challenge in an overtly sexual way but there was a little more seriousness about it this time, even though she was still smiling. She had rather cleverly called my bluff, I thought. There was me getting a little turned on from placing her in an erotically embarassing position, and now here she was quite confidently returning the favour. But could she really be getting off on it too? Emily? The timid and a-bit nerdy girl from the floor upstairs? Surely not. It seemed so surreal that I couldn't think of what was happening as being more than a game. Sure, it felt exciting but it seemed too unlikely to be going anywhere to feel especially arousing. In a funny way, this was perhaps what gave me the boldness to do what I did next. With my right arm I took hold of the sheets from the outside and pulled them down to reveal my upper torso in the bed. "There you go", I said.
Emily stood watching me, rooted to the spot, her eyes alight with the sudden illicit nature of the moment.
"Further...", she challenged me.
I pulled the sheet down a little further to expose my navel.
"Further..."
I let it fall to reveal a glimpse of my lower abdomen. "Come on", I said, still playing the game, "you must believe me by now"
"Further..."
I pulled the sheet even further down, this time to display the beginnings of my pelvis and a few strands of pubic hair.
"Further". This time she said it in a quieter and more anxious tone, as though she felt guilty issuing the challenge but simply couldn't help herself. Her gaze was fixed on my half naked body. My gaze was fixded on her. We were each of us caught up in the increasing suspense of this childish game and the charge of energy in the room was overwhelming. I was nervous but only hesitated for a moment before pushing the bed covers right down to my knees and revealing my cock to her. It was big and thick but still flaccid and curled up against my leg.

Emily let out a little shriek that temporarily broke the seriousness of the mood. It was not a shriek of fear or alarm, but more one of the I-can't-believe-you-just-did-that variety. I continued to lie with my naked body exposed from the knees up. I could have returned the atmosphere in the room to a more casual nature had I chosen to cover myself up again. I could have made some joke about the fact that she now had proof of my nudity, and the whole affair would probably have ended in a reasonably benign fashion. But I had no desire by now to cover myself up. Quite the contrary. It was as though the bold gesture of exposing myself had broken through a confidence barrier and there was nothing left for me to feel but excitement at exposing myself to this normally timid girl. In fact I was beginning to develop a rather large erection in front of her. And it was this that prompted the next exchange of conversation.
"Is it getting bigger?", she asked. This was not a statement of naivety and wonderment at the transitional potential of the male anatomy but rather another question along the lines of "have you taken all your clothes off"?. She had been a clear witness to both events, and I presumed she was asking the question again to provoke me, or at least to play her part in ensuring the continuation of proceedings.
"Its getting really big", I replied. This sounded a bit cheap and rubbish and I regretted it the moment I had said it, but she didn't appear to be bothered. And it was after all very true. Sticking up proudly in front of me now was the biggest and stiffest erection I had probably ever managed to provide.

Her attitude noticeably changed at this point. She seemed to be a little more at ease. I mean, she was still Emily - a bit timid and bespectacled - but she suddenly appeared more comfortable. I felt quite strongly again that she really liked me.

"Stand up... on the bed", she said quickly. It was less an order than a polite enquiry. I was caught off guard by both her intention in making the request and its unusual nature. But I nevertheless quite quickly got up and stood on top of the mattress. My head virtually reached the ceiling in the poky little room and I stood there, all student-skinny, with this huge erection protruding from my waist, wondering what was going to happen next.

At this point I would love to be able to tell you that Emily suddenly became a powerful man-eating Dominatrix but the fact is she didn't. For me however, it was the fact that she didn't that made what followed all the more sexy. She was still very much Emily - a little clumsy, slightly inhibited and over-eager to please - but what she did now was in a totally different league to lending me her lecture notes and offering to do my laundry.

She came over and positioned herself in front of the mattress on which I was stood. I was literally trembling with anticipation and noticed that she appeared to be trembling too. Her nerves did not appear to have their basis in excitement however but more a nervous awkwardness about what she was going to do next. It was the most peculiar seduction I have ever experienced. This very proper girl in her prim white shirt and bookish glasses (who looked like she should be at a piano lesson or something) standing before me with her face just a few inches away from my stiff cock. The temptation to take complete advantage of her was overwhelming but I resisted until I had at least seen what she was planning next.

With her arms still at her side, she shifted her weight forward to the front of her feet and rather awkwardly leaned in towards my groin. It was clear what she was going for but she did it rather clumsily, with her eyes closed and her lips puckered out, as if in exaggerated preparation for a kiss. I smiled to myself at the sweet naivety of the gesture but also felt incredibly turned on by it. I shuffled a few half-steps closer to her across the bed until the tip of my penis tantalisingly pressed itself against her lips.

Emily still didn't open her eyes and instead of following through with the kiss that her lips had appeared to be preparing, she simply opened her mouth wide and engulfed the tip of my erection in one swift motion. The exquisitely warm, liquid-wet sensation that it met with caused me to momentarily stagger forward on the bed. My penis popped out from between her lips and I had to reach an arm up to the ceiling to steady myself. This gave me a much firmer footing on the bed however when her mouth returned and this time engulfed even more of my length. I released an audible gasp at the sensation, which managed to feel even better than it just had. I was suspended in a state of the most delirious ecstasy.

Emily's experience at giving a blow-job was clearly limited, although I figured she must have done it before. I wondered how often her boyfriend back home was fortunate enough to receive this kind of attention. The image of it made me hornier.

I soon realised that although she bobbed her head up and down a little, she didn't have a great deal of consistency and was not involving her hands in the process. This led me to desire to add more leverage to what she was doing and I pressed my hand more firmly against the ceiling. It gave more strength to my legs and enabled me to take greater control of the rhythmic movement of my hips, so that I now began to thrust my cock a little more vigorously back and forth in her mouth. She seemed delighted by the new intensity provided by my change in position and resumed what she had been doing before with an added enthusiasm.

It occured to me that the fact Emily was not using either of her hands did not preclude me from using the one that I had free, so I reached out and started to unbutton her shirt. This was not an easy task with one hand so she kindly paused for a moment and let my wet cock spring from her mouth as she unbuttoned her shirt to the waist. She had on underneath what looked like a mother-bought peach-coloured cotton bra. I guessed she was wearing pretty little pants to match. She kept the shirt and bra on and wasted no time in enveloping her lips again around my glans.

I continued to quite vigorously fuck her mouth, supporting myself with one hand on the ceiling, whilst exploring her exposed flesh with the other. She had the cutest little pale-skinned cleavage created by the breasts that were protruding modestly from her bra. I placed my hand under one of the straps and pulled it down an inch. A perfectly-formed white breast fell into view with an enticing looking soft pink nipple at the tip. I loosened the strap on the opposite side and the other one came into view. Emily responded by edging a little closer to the bed. She was still very attentively sucking on my cock, beginning to use her tongue to lap gently at the tip as it slid in and out of her mouth.

I was feeling hornier by the second and moved my supporting arm from the ceiling so that I could reach both hands out to play with the beautiful tits that had just been revealed to me. I took one in each palm, feeling the flesh stand on edge and the nipples stiffen beneath my fingers. Groping her breasts in this way meant that some of the leverage had gone again from the blow-job I was receiving. Emily seemed to realise this and, still not opening her eyes, reached an arm out to steady herself against the wall. This was perfect. With her shirt wide open and her little breasts on display, I was able to hold them both firmly in my hands whilst increasing the pace at which I fucked her mouth. On a few of the more rapid thrusts, my cock was so oily that it slipped completely from her mouth and slid across her cheek. Her lips and chin were drenched in a heavenly syrup of her own saliva and my preliminary semen, as I thrust desperately up and down into the slippery "O" of her lips.

It occured to me that at any moment I was going to blow my load. Although she seemed far less awkward now about sucking me off, I figured she might be disturbed if I was to come in her mouth. But I couldn't bring myself to stop. I was too far gone to care about being polite in her presence anymore. Besides, she was so enthusiastic in her desire to please me (if charmingly lacking in technique), that I thought she might be happy for me to take the initiative. I did decide it would be pragmatic to at least give her a warning:
"I'm going to come", I gasped, sounding like a lust-eaten lunatic. But I regretted giving the warning immediately when she stopped sucking me right away and suddenly kept her head perfectly still, with her tongue sticking out. Where the hell had this girl learned to give a blow-job? To stop at the crucial point! I was too far gone to pull back from the brink but didn't want to force my cock into the poor inexperienced girl's mouth, so I instead pulled my right hand away from her breast and started wanking myself up against her tongue, which she was still conscientiously sticking out.

I found that a rather delicious variation was to gently slap the tip of my penis against her tongue rapidly in succession, and then plunge the head into her mouth for a few strokes. I probably managed this cycle two or three times when an extraordinary sensation of pleasure took over me. I carried on thrusting my cock in and out of Emily's mouth as the most enormous wad of spunk jettisoned from the top and flooded the back of her throat. She closed her mouth briefly in shock and made a distasteful face, spilling the pool of white liquid out over her tongue. But no sooner had she done so than my cock twitched again and a second powerful jet shot out, this time flooding her tongue and gushing over her lips. She threw her head back to avoid another jet and scrunched her face up as the new wad of sperm dribbled down her chin. I was still wanking myself steadily as my spunking cock continued to erupt. As Emily's head was pulled back, the third jet went some distance over her shoulder on to the carpet behind, and the fourth sputtered out across her chest, globules of it landing on her nipple. As the last spasm and last drop were released, I let my penis come to rest against her slippery nipple, and pressed it a few final times against the pool of spunk on her breast. I shuddered from the enormity of the orgasm and collapsed to my knees on the bed.

Emily buttoned up her shirt and wiped her face with a tissue. She had the same pleased expression on her face that she'd had when handing me the lecture notes. She never showed me this kind of attention again.