Night School

Ch 3.2: Night School

Out on the porch, Steven hardly had Kaitlin through the door before he felt her firm hand on his arm, hurting him a little as she pulled him in. She leaned over as her palm wrapped around the back of his head, forcing his lips to hers, her tongue invading his mouth. When she let his head free, she whispered to him seductively, "I'm going to enjoy playing with you, little Stevie. How about you lay that sleeping bag out so a big girl has a place to sit."

Kaitlin liked watching him hurry around below her, straightening out the blanket. He was on his knees when he looked up at her, as if waiting for her next move. Kaitlin smiled, dropped to her knees, then sat down on her feet. Even being eye-to-eye with him, she found the feeling of being so much bigger incredibly empowering. She reached a hand over to Steven, wrapping it around his neck, holding his head in the palm of her hand.

"I never really told you why I broke up with you, did I Stevie?" She wrapped her other hand around his hip, effortlessly sliding him across the floor towards her, until he was wedged against her body, her legs spread around him. "You might think it was because you were constantly chasing other girls. It wasn't. I can handle a little competition." She brought her lips to his ears, "it's because you're clueless at pleasing women. I gave you blow jobs that had you begging, yet all you did was grab, bite, and hump me like a crazed dog."

She had always liked Steve, wanted to show him what he was doing wrong, but she had never felt confident enough. Tonight would be different. Tonight she was all confidence. "I'm going to teach you how to please a woman. If you really want me back, you're going to do everything I say. Got that?" She made her voice suddenly stern at the end, slightly startling him before he nodded. "Good." Watching him submit before her was even more of a rush than she expected.

Steve was overwhelmed. Kaitlin was the sexiest girl he'd ever known, especially in the bedroom. It was most of why he desperately wanted to be back together with her. He also knew he wasn't giving her what she wanted. He tried, he just didn't know how. He thought women wanted to be told what to do, manhandled. At the moment, however, he had no chance of manhandling Kaitlin. Her body was huge, enveloping him. Suddenly, she lifted her shirt off, revealing half exposed breasts.

Kaitlin watched her chest command his attention. Even before a boost from the ray gun, Steven had been all over her tits. A little too much at times. She gently cupped herself. "These, are for admiring, kissing, and caressing -- not for grabbing, squeezing, or biting. Understand? They are sensitive, be gentle with them. Come on now." Kaitlin coaxed his fingers up to her chest, over her shape, under the edge of her bra.

She raised up on her knees, pressing her larger body against him. She knew it would drive him crazy, having her tits in his face. She pulled the fabric free, slipping her nipple to his waiting lips. "Remember now, no biting. Mmmm. That's right." She liked it, feeling him suckle her properly. Still, his other hand was already getting a mind of it's own, too aggressively squeezing her other breast. She grabbed his wrist and pulled herself away from him. "No. I told you to be gentle. If you want to squeeze something, squeeze my ass." She leaned in again, pulling his hand to her rear as she let her nipple again fall against his lips.

Steven tried his best. He resisted his deep desire to nibble at her. His hand found her ass, squeezing it as hard as he could, reminding him how tight and sexy it was. He liked the way she seemed to be enjoying his attention. He re-positioned, kneeling between her legs, facing her. She was a mountain of sex in front of him. He dove in, licking, then suckling at her tits. He grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her against him. He must have become too excited, as he felt her hands on his face, her body resisting, slowing his motion, calming him.

"That's right, enjoy me, tease me. Mmmm." Kaitlin looked down at Steve, his face buried in her flesh, and felt like she was making progress. Taming the beast. She reached behind, unhooking her bra, letting her breasts free. That seemed to rile him up again, as he rammed his face into the front of one of her tits, but his mouth was gentler, sucking and flicking at her nipple. Then one of his hands started awkwardly digging down the front of her pants. She grabbed his arm, pulling it away from her, "slow down, Stevie. Girls need foreplay." She forced his hand between her legs and against her crotch, rubbing herself with his appendage until he got the idea. "Mmm, that's right."

Steven was already rock hard, itching to be inside her. He tried to listen, he tried to slow down. He caressed at her clit through her jeans, and she seemed to really enjoy it, her body gently grinding into his hand. Then he felt her arms reach for him, her fingers touching him through his pants. it felt so good he arched his hips higher, so she could reach him better. "Relax, Steven. It's not your turn. I'm just reminding you what comes next, after you satisfy me." She slipped her fingers down the front of his pants, chills running through him as they brushed raw against the skin of his cock. "You want that don't you? For me to put my fingers and my tongue against you. I will, but remember, ladies always go first."

For a few moments, Kaitlin kept her fingers in his pants, brushing against him. She liked how much it commanded his attention. He stopped kissing her, he stopped everything. He just held himself there for her to tease. She knew if she so much as whispered the idea, he'd tear off his pants and offer himself up. However, she meant what she said. This time it was ladies first. This time he was going to learn. She drew her fingers away, and pressed her lips against his, hugging his body against her breasts as their tongues tangled. She had never felt more sexy, never felt more aroused. She knew she should have taken control long ago.

When she let him go, he briefly gasped for air as he slumped down below her. She looked so radiant, so sexy, staring down at him from above her gorgeous bare tits. "It's time to unbutton my pants. Slowly, like they are made of paper and you don't want to tear them." Bradley did his best to comply, gently coaxing the fasteners apart. Two buttons in, he could see the top of her purple lace thong, and had to control his desire to go faster. After another button, he brushed his fingers up against her and looked up to find disapproval and her huge tits bearing down on him. He returned to his work, slowly finishing the last button.

Kaitlin sat up on her knees, pressing her skin-tight jeans down around her hips and thighs as Steven watched her every move. "You boys start ready, but girls need a little coaxing, a little seduction. If you really want to get us going, you have to work us until we're begging for it. Am I begging for it?" Steven shook his head beneath her, looking like he was about ready to pass out from arousal. "Right. I'm excited, but I'm not yet wet, I'm not yet dripping for you." She shifted, pulling her jeans the rest of the way off. For a moment she wondered why she wasn't self-conscious, nearly naked outside on the porch of the old mill. However, she was much more focused on how she was going to get Steven to pleasure her exactly the way she wanted.

Kaitlin sat back down, with Steven between her spread legs. "Now, I want you to just tease me." She ran her fingers underneath the waist of her panties. "You can use your fingers, or your tongue. The only rule is, you have to keep my panties on."

Steven didn't need to be asked twice. He rubbed a hand over her tummy, slipping his thumb as deep into the waistline as he dared. Then he shifted his palm to her inner thigh, again running his fingers up under her clothing. He heard a little gasp, and looked up to see a satisfied look on her face. She leaned back on her arms, her tits parting and shifting off the sides of her chest. "I like. Keep going, Steven." He continued teasing her, only barely brushing his fingers over her most sensitive area. This was his weakest moment. He really didn't know what to do with a woman's parts, and he knew it. He normally just stuck his fingers down there and rubbed until she she stopped him or seemed to climax. He didn't know even those times she'd been faking it.

She sensed his indecision, and decided it was time for the next lesson. "You're doing great Steven. I know you don't really know what to do down there, but don't worry I'm going to show you. Help me with my panties?" She lifted her ass off the ground enough for him to slip them off. She was glad the moon was out, as he needed to see for this next lesson, and she really didn't want to wait around while he fished for a flashlight. "First, you're going to watch me." She propped on one elbow, separating her labia. When she was sure he was watching, she continued. "Inside a woman's folds is the clitoris, this little nub." She gently touched herself, and it felt good. "At first, you have to be gentle. You can rub a little," she moved her fingers across herself to demonstrate, taking away her own breath for a moment, "but not too much. Mostly you just make small motions, pressing into it. Like this." She settled into the motion, letting herself lie back. "Mmmm," she whimpered a little at her own sensations.

Steven was rapt watching her touch herself. The animal part of him wanted to join her, to beat himself off to the sexy sight. However, he calmed down, trying to watch, trying to learn. Her finger motions slowed, and then stopped. "Now, you try." He brought his hands up to her, trying to replicate the motion he'd saw, but she squirmed under him. "No, no, softer at first. Slower. Just feel it, like this." Her hand grabbed his wrist, manipulating his thumb against her clit. It took several seconds of her manipulation for him to feel the right pressure, and as she slowly let go, he could tell he was doing something right, her hips only gently moving. "Mmmm, that's right. Ahh, that feels good."

Kaitlin let him continue for a few minutes, whimpering occasionally to encourage him. His motions were not consistently getting her, but they were much better than any he'd done before. He was learning. It was time for what she really wanted. "Mmm, you like that Steven? That you can get me wet? I want to feel your tongue on me. Mmmm, put your tongue on me, Steven." She was proud of herself that he didn't hesitate. He'd only tried to go down on her once before, and that ended with her pushing him away and finishing herself. This time would be better. Compared to doing it with his fat fingers, a warm wet tongue would be like cheating.

"Mmm, that's nice," she coaxed him, as his tongue connected with her clit. He tried to reproduce the same motion, half rubbing, half pressing his tongue against her. From what he could tell, she seemed to be enjoying it, her body pressing into him a little. Then he felt her hands on his hair, briefly not sure what it meant. "Mmmm, Steven. You're doing *so* well. More, I want more." He kept up the motions, mostly rubbing, and occasionally flipping his tongue against the firming spot. She was now gently moaning, giving him constant feedback on his motion. She momentarily grabbed his head, slowing him, but otherwise encouraged him, as he lapped faster and firmer against her.

She thoroughly enjoyed his motions, but arching against the wooden porch was starting to get to her. She sat up on her elbows again, looking down at Steven as he lapped between her legs. Even from this vantage point, the way his body looked small gave her a rush, and she used it to drive her arousal. "That's right Steven. A little more. I want to come for you. Mmm, harder. I want to come for you, so I can put that hard cock of yours between my lips. That's what you want. Ahhhh. Make me... Ahhh... Make me come... Ahhh. Yes. Ahhh.. Yes." She realized she was squeezing her own nipple between her fingers before the sensation finally ran through her. Overwhelming her. She fell to the porch violently, her body still arching as she reached down and pushed him away. After her climax, his movements were too rough, too ticklish, and learning to make her come more than once was something that would wait for another day.

Steven looked at her, whimpering and settling after her event, and knew she was the sexiest thing alive. He crawled up next to her, her body dauntingly large compared to his, her tits spilling off her chest. Her attention came to him with the sexiest bedroom eyes. "Steven, that was wonderful. It's the first time you've ever made me cum. There is hope for you yet. Keep doing that and you can officially be my boyfriend again." She ran fingers through his hair, and stared longly into his eyes, all of which was falling quite short of the reward he had in mind. He hugged up against her and nuzzled into her neck, trying to get more attention. Moment's later he was handling her breast, his erection digging into her side.

"Aww... did we get little Stevie all worked up?" Kaitlin pushed him onto his back, slipped her fingers into his pants, and found the head of his erection, stroking it ever so gently. "I wonder which one of you wants me more. I bet he does." As she barely dragged her fingers against him, she could see how much he wanted it. The way he was lying on his back submitted to her, giving her space to work him. She was used to having the upper hand with boys, but the way her oversize body loomed over him was taking it to a whole new level. She leaned onto him, kissing him, forcing her tongue as deep into his mouth to play with his tongue.

Down below, Steven could feel her fingers unbuttoning his pants. Finally making enough room to rub her hand briefly against the full length of him. Then she peeled down his underpants, only gently brushing against him. He wanted her so badly he urged his hips up into her. She pulled her tongue out of his mouth in response. "Eager are we? No no, you're going to have to work a little more. Tell me what you want. Beg me for it."

At first his lips felt mute, her hand still stroking and teasing him. Then he managed to whimper out a phrase, "please, Kaitlin, more." She started down at him, her lips puckered into a superior smile, as he looked away from her eyes, admiring the way her breasts crushed into his chest. He was breathing heavy now from her attention, but she kept a slow pace, just teasing him. "Please, more."

"More, huh? More teasing?" She firmly rubbed her fingers around the head. "Or maybe more stroking?" She grabbed his shaft firmly, rubbing the length of it a few times. "Or maybe you'd like something a little wetter?" She brought her fingers up to her lips, wetting them before placing them back against him. For a few moments they slid slippery against him. "Tell me what you want. Beg me for it."

Steven knew exactly what he wanted, he just didn't know how to get his lips to say it, with all his blood and attention rushing elsewhere. Finally he forced himself to speak, "your tongue, I want your tongue on me." Kaitlin kissed him again, this time sucking at his lip and tongue, making him want to be in her mouth even more. "Ohh, Kaitlin. Please, I want to be in your mouth. Please." His last admission was whiney, almost pleading, but it must have been enough. She straddled him, tossing her hair in his face before she started crawling down his body.

Kaitlin didn't want to torture him, she just wanted to teach him another lesson. Please her, appreciate her, and he'll get what he wants. She looked down at his cock, standing at full attention. Then, taking it her hand, she started slowly, just licking him at first. She knew how good it felt, the first feeling of warm wetness, from having just had his tongue on her clit. Some part of her wanted to sit atop him, to pound her larger body into him, but she knew what he wanted, what he needed. She drew out her teasing a bit longer, let him savor it, then took him into her mouth. He felt good, but notably smaller. She doubted she'd be so pleased if they were having sex, but the way she could pucker her lips and wrap her tongue around him reminded her how much bigger she was. She liked it.

"Uhhhh," involuntary whimpers left his mouth, between his loud pants. Whatever she was doing was driving him crazy. The way her slippery tongue twisted and rubbed against him was pure ecstasy. She was still barely thrusting, just toying with him, but already he could feel the muscles in his thighs and rear tensing up in anticipation. He clenched down hard, fighting it, trying to prevent it from pushing him too far. She must have sensed his tension, because she released and just playfully lapped at him for several seconds. However, when she resumed, her motions were firmer and faster than before, thrusting down onto him with purpose. "Kaitlin. Ohh my god." He watched her head move, putting a hand on it, the strange feeling of it's larger size catching him off guard. "Ohh. Ohh." He didn't want it to be done, but he was powerless to stop it now. Each thrust of her lips and tongue drove him closer and closer to climax. "Ohhh. Arghhhh." It came in a flash, almost surprising him. His whole body tensed, as his hips arched up towards her as far as they could. Even as he calmed, and her motions stopped, he liked that she still held him in her mouth.

She found it oddly fun, rubbing her tongue against his flaccid member. It was fascinating to her that an appendage could be firm one moment, and feel like squishy jello the next. Women didn't have anything like that. When she finished exploring her curiosity, she sat up, grabbing her shirt, and pulling it on in some small measure of modesty. Below her, Steven was closing up his pants. Beneath him, their sleeping arrangements.

"There's no way I'm going fit in that sleeping bag." It was a pretty big and wide model, but she was eight feet tall. Steven quickly started unzipping it. She watched him work his way around it, until he had all but one side free. Then he flipped it open.

"Here, you can take the inside. It'll be warmer there." She laid down on her side, her feet dangling out the bottom, as she folded the fabric over herself. As Steven laid into the open side, she reached for him, hugging him up against her. It was such a different feeling being bigger than him, wrapping her arms around him. She had to remind herself that Steven had a six-foot-tall muscled frame. She kissed him, knowing he'd taste the remnants of his own come in her mouth. Being so big, feeling her tongue in his mouth, feeling her breast spill over his chest, was starting to make her wet again. However, she needed some sleep, they needed some sleep. She suspected tomorrow was going to be a big day.