Chapter 1: Janie discovers her clitoris
I have a friend who has a daughter Janie with Asperger’s syndrome. An Aspy as they are known. Some people consider the term derogatory but it’s what they call themselves, and when you are in a conversation you can’t keep saying “people with Asperger’s syndrome” so you just say “Aspies”.
In case you don’t know, I’d better explain. Firstly, Aspies all differ but basically they have a hard time empathizing with how other people feel. Since they don’t really have any idea what other people feel, they don’t see any need to fit in with societal conventions because they just don’t get embarrassed. Embarrassment, after all, comes about by worrying about what other people think—you can’t get embarrassed alone. Often, and Janie is like this, they are extremely practical and further have an ability to focus completely on what they are doing for long periods…not just hours but sometimes months. Some of them are very focused on something odd like baseball scores or historical dates, but Janie doesn’t seem to have any strange habit like that.
Let me give you an example of the Aspy way of looking at things. One day Janie didn’t lock the bathroom door. I walked in and she was sitting on the toilet. I was obviously embarrassed but she didn’t care a bit and just stood up and pulled up her pants, giving me a flash of her pubes. She had no idea I was embarrassed and even less idea that perhaps she should be too. Obviously, any other teenager I know would be mortified to have an older man walk in on them when they were sitting on the toilet.
“Why should I care? Peeing is just a bodily function, we all do it. Nobody cares if they see me eat or go for a walk.”
I explained that society considers it unacceptable to be half-naked like that.
“Yes, I know,” she said. “I learnt that when I was 10 or 11.”
“What happened?”
“I was with a boy. He said he’d never seen a naked girl and he wondered what they were like. I am a girl. So I showed him. Someone came in. I hadn’t had it explained to me that the rule is that you don’t take off your clothes except in private. It doesn’t make that much sense to me, some parts of my body are OK in public and some are not, but I stuck to the rules from then on.”
I’m a computer programmer. It turns out that Aspies are often very good computer programmers. All the Dr Spock mentality, being logical all the time, is what you need and the computer is unemotional and just does what you tell it, you don’t need to analyze how its motivations might affect its behavior like you do when you are interacting with a person.
In her mid-teens I taught Janie to program. She was really good. I used her on a contracting job, paying her of course. Her first job. Then over the years when I had appropriate work, I would have her work with me. Occasionally we had to work on-site at a customer but usually we would just work from my home-office. I set up a second desk for her, and gave her her own computer.
Naturally I started to get to know her pretty well. At first I was embarrassed about talking about her condition when she did or said something weird, something Aspy, but she was self-aware enough to laugh at herself so eventually I joined in too. She knew she was weird, she just didn’t know how not to be.
I got to know that the best way to talk to her was not to hold anything back since she was impossible to embarrass. So when talking about anything where with someone else you might feel the need to tread lightly, with her you just talk as if you are talking about somebody else.
She grew up to be really pretty. Hot, even. Black hair that she kept short. Maybe 5’ 6” tall. She had absolutely no interest in clothes and just wore comfortable loose-fitting jeans or sweatshirts or whatever. But I was pretty sure there was a nice figure hidden underneath. Actually, I knew she had a nice figure underneath because once or twice she’d worn clothes that she’d grown out of and so which were way too tight. She just didn’t notice. But I did. On those days I also noticed she had filled out nicely on top, with a pair of breasts that I would guess were 36C or so. And when she wore too-tight shorts I could tell she had a perfect ass.
That day she was wearing an odd combination of clothes: a tight mini-skirt and an old faded sweatshirt. Sexy below the waist and frumpy above.
She told me she had been up most of the night programming. She looked pretty tired so I walked over, stood behind her and started to massage her shoulders.
“That’s nice. But…it is sort of making me feel weird inside.”
“How do you mean?”
“I guess your fingers are tugging on my bra straps and they tug on my breasts.”
“Haha. I’m making you horny.” I told you the best way to talk to her was never to hold anything back.
“Horny? I’m not sure what that means. What would that feel like?”
“Well you know how you feel hungry when you want to eat. It is a bit like that, you feel it inside that you want to do something sexual.”
“I’m not sure that’s how I would describe it.”
“Do you masturbate?”
“Not that I know of. What is it?”
“When you rub yourself between your legs. Touch your clitoris.”
“What’s my clitoris?”
I laughed. “You really didn’t pay much attention in sex-ed.”
“I didn’t pay any. It was when you were teaching me to program. If it wasn’t programming then I didn’t give it a thought. I was sitting at the back writing code instead of learning how to do sex.”
“You really don’t know what your clitoris is?”
“I have no idea. Is it part of my body?”
“Yes, between your legs.”
“I’ve never really investigated down there.”
“You’ve never looked at yourself in a mirror?”
“No. I don’t know why but it never even crossed my mind. So where is my clitoris?”
“I’ll show you.”
“OK. I’ll take off my panties.”
“No, that’s not appropriate,” I said.
I picked up a pad of paper and was going to draw a little sketch to show her.
She laughed. “I think it is you that is peculiar not me. You are going to draw a diagram of a part of my body that you’ve never seen. Then I’m going to go to the bathroom. Making sure to lock the door so that you don’t get to see that part of my body. Then with a mirror I need to see how your diagram matches up with my body. And if it doesn’t seem to match up then I can’t get you to come in and explain. It would be so much simpler if I just took off my clothes and you showed me.”
“It is out of sight around your body.”
“Then just touch it so I know what we’re talking about. And will you show me sex too.”
“What do you mean show you sex?”
“How it works. How to do it. They taught us some stuff in school but as I just said, I didn’t bother paying attention since I was so focused on programming. You know how us Aspies are totally focused on something for months and then switch. Maybe you could just do sex to me since now I’m eighteen apparently I’m meant to know all this stuff.”
“You need to learn about dating too.”
She laughed again. “That is another thing I don’t understand. Of course I know something about it from watching movies. A guy and a girl are in a coffee shop. Then they go to a movie and out to dinner. It all seems to be about deciding if they are going to have sex. Why don’t they just ask? She could ask if he wants to have sex. If he says yes they can just go and do it and then get back to programming or whatever they do without having to do all that other stuff. If he says no then they can just drink their coffee and leave.”
It was my turn to laugh. “If it was you, you’d just take your pants off in the coffee shop and bend over the table.”
“Bend over the table. Is that how you do it? I thought you did it in bed.”
“Well, you can do it anywhere. In bed is just the most common place. Anyway, dating is a sort of ritual. Like in those nature films where some bird does a funny dance before mating. It’s just the human equivalent. Just like the bird can’t omit the dance, you can’t just meet someone and immediately have sex.”
“So you have to go through all that stuff and sex is the reward? Why not just eat dessert first.”
“Because that is the way society is. You have to learn the rules. Like the rule about not taking your clothes off except in private. Even though you don’t actually care if a stranger sees you naked.”
“Well you’d better teach me those rules too. I’d be terrified to go on a date. I wouldn’t have a clue what I am meant to be doing and how to know when it is time to do sex. I need rules so I know what to do. Like a computer program for dating.”
I thought it would be best for her to get some more idea about her own sexuality.
“Let’s start with masturbation,” I said.
“OK. Apparently you need to finish your drawing. Although I still think it is far more practical for me to just take off my panties.”
I didn’t say anything for a couple of seconds and so Janie just did it. She reached under her little skirt and slid her panties down to her knees and let go. She looked unbelievably sexy standing there, her miniskirt hiding just the tops of her tanned legs and her panties around her ankles. She looked like the cover of a book of erotic stories, very sexual but nothing too explicit to shock anyone browsing the airport bookstore.
She looked at me, clearly expecting me to react negatively. When I did not, she reached behind and undid the zipper on her skirt and it joined her panties at her feet. She stepped out of the puddle of clothes naked from the waist down.
Despite having thick black hair on her head, her pubic hair was surprisingly sparse. Still black, of course, but just a dusting of hairs at the base of her belly and not a thick tangle of curls. Plus it did almost nothing to hide her slit, a deep gash cutting into the base of her furry mound. I felt my cock start to harden immediately.
“OK,” I said. “You win.”
She smiled. “So where is it?”
“Come with me.” I got out of my desk chair and she followed me to my bedroom.
“Are we going to bed? To do sex?”
“No. We haven’t been on a date. Remember the rules.”
I was there for a different reason. I had a closet with mirrored doors.
“Lie down on the floor in front of the mirror and spread your legs apart as wide as you can.”
She did as she was told. I sat on the floor behind her so she could lean back against me. We looked in the mirror, both of us seeing her pussy for the first time.
“Wow,” she said. “Is that normal?”
She had quite prominent inner labia like a pink flower in bloom.
“Don’t worry. That’s how it’s meant to be.”
“Really. It looks so peculiar. I had no idea. It’s like a strange species of sea creature rather than a part of me.”
“Do you know where your vagina is?”
“I thought it was all my vagina down there.”
“Well, sometimes people use vagina for all of it but technically it is just the bit inside.”
“There is a bit inside? Where?”
“Do you use tampons when you have your period?”
“No, pads. What’s that got to do with anything?”
“If you did, you would push them into your vagina. Is it OK if I show you where it is?”
“Of course.”
“I’m going to push my finger in it.”
“Really? OK.”
While we both watched in the mirror I slipped my hand between her legs. I pushed the tip of my finger between those pink petals and curled it up into her entrance. I probed just a little inside.
“Wow,” she said. “There’s a hole into my body I didn’t know was there.”
“When you have your period, that’s where you bleed.”
“Yes. But I had no idea it sort of went up inside.”
“It goes further inside too.”
I moved my finger back and forth inside, gradually working it deeper into her. Her body reacted and I felt her pussy moisten.
“How does it feel?”
“Really nice. Odd. Different. Sort of warm. Thank you for being daring enough to show me.”
I laughed. “With any other girl in this situation, she would be the one being brave and daring.”
“I know. The rules. Not being naked except alone. I’m breaking them today.”
“If you do it yourself, with your own finger it is called masturbation.”
“My clitoris is inside there?”
“No.” I pulled my finger out and let it slip up between her labia until I felt the tiny bud. “This is your clitoris.”
I started to rub her clit gently with the tip of my finger.
“Oh gosh,” she sighed.
“OK?”
“Totally. More than OK. It feels wonderful. It feels like…I don’t know…letting Belgian chocolate melt in your mouth. Perfect.”
I continued to caress her clit gently, sensing which movements were the most pleasurable from her sighs. I could feel her body shaking slightly and knew she must be nicely aroused.
“I feel weird inside,” she said.
“How do you mean?”
“Like when you suddenly get some really good news and your body sort of flutters inside. Except it feels like something is going to happen. Like when you want to sneeze but can’t.”
“Something is going to happen. It’s called an orgasm. Or cumming.”
I took her hand and wrapped my own hand around her index finger and directed it between her legs. She looked at the mirrored closet door and watched herself rubbing her clit, masturbating for the first time in her life.
“Gosh I feel so strange. Is it normal?”
“Yes. So don’t worry and don’t stop rubbing yourself.”
I could feel the tension in her body and had a much better idea than she did just how close to orgasm she was. Plus her face was flushed pink with arousal, so it wasn’t hard to tell.
“It feels like I’m going to pee or something. But…”
She started gasping for air, I knew she was nearly there.
“I can hardly breathe,” she managed to say.
I let go of her finger. “Don’t stop stroking yourself until I tell you to.”
It was an erotic sight watching in the mirror to see the teenager masturbating her pussy without my guidance.
Suddenly her body jerked as her climax began.
“Oh fuck, fuck, shit, fuck,” she cried. I’d never heard words like that come out of her mouth before.
She let out a long whimper almost as if she was in pain. But she didn’t stop rubbing her clit as her body orgasmed for the first time in her life. “oh fuck, that’s so fucking…oh god.”
“OK,” I said as I sensed the final flutters were over. “You can stop now.”
“That was amazing. It was like my whole body was tingling with pins and needles. And down there, where you pushed your finger inside me…”
“What?”
“It sort of pulsated. Pulsed with pleasure.”
“You came for the first time. Had your first orgasm.”
“Wow.”
“You can do it any time just by rubbing your clit and not stopping.” Then I had a thought. “And when I say ‘any time’ I don’t mean any time. I mean when you are alone in your bedroom. Not at the mall.”
She smiled. “Even I know that. If being naked in public is not allowed, doing that has to be worse. Can I do it when I’m here too?”
“I suppose,” I said. “As long as we’re alone together.”
She stuck out her tongue at me. “Oh, I was going to do it in a client meeting.”
We went back to the office. I assumed she would put her skirt and panties back on but she ignored them and sat back down at her desk. Ten minutes later I looked over. She was intently studying some computer code on the screen but she was leaning back in her seat with her legs spread and her hand was between her legs casually exploring. She’d discovered something new and was investigating all the nuances of it as I’d seen her do before with less interesting subjects. The whole afternoon her right hand would alternate from being on the keyboard to being on her pussy. She must have been aroused for a couple of hours.
“Is it OK if I try and do it again?” Janie asked. “I mean here. Or do I have to go in the bathroom?”
“You can do it there if you don’t mind me watching.”
“You already know I couldn’t care less.”
She slid forward in her seat so she could spread her legs wider. I had a naughty thought.
“Sometimes it is nice to stroke your nipples at the same time,” I said.
It was all the suggestion she needed. She pulled the old sweatshirt off over her head. Then she unclipped her bra. She was completely naked and I got my first sight of her breasts. They looked wonderful, big but without the slightest hint of sagging. She had big brown areolas and in the center were cute little nipples like those pink erasers on the end of pencils.
I watched the show as she stroked her breasts with one hand and her pussy with the other, completely unembarrassed as her arousal built up and her breathing got heavier. Most girls, especially young ones, are very self-conscious about masturbating in front of someone, but Janie didn’t seem to be self-conscious about anything.
I crossed the room and stood behind her. I pushed her hand off her breasts and started to lightly stroke them. They were very firm, especially considering how large they were. I stroked her nipples softly, feeling them harden under my fingertips. Then with a finger and thumb of both hands I pinched them, gently at first and then harder. All the time I could see her finger moving back and forth just out of sight beyond her mound.
“Oh that feels so good,” she sighed. “I think it’s going to happen but I can’t really tell for sure. It is all so new.”
“Slide a finger of your left hand inside yourself. Into your vagina.”
She reached down around her leg and, although I couldn’t see from that angle, I presumed she had slipped a finger into her body.
“Move it around,” I said. “See what feels good.”
“Gosh, it all feels so good. I’m sure it’s about to happen.”
Just as before, I could see her upper body, from her face all the way down to the tops of her breasts, flushed pink. Her breathing was much heavier again. Then ‘it happened.’
“Oh fuck,” Janie squealed as her body froze rigid for a split second. I pinched her nipples hard, painfully hard. “Fuck,” she squealed again. This time, with my hands on her, I could feel her body shaking. I could see her making little thrusts with her hips against her fingers.
She lay back in the chair with her eyes closed. I took my hands off her breasts and she took her hands from her pussy.
“Wow. That was even more…I’m not sure what the best word is…even more good. Wonderful.”
“Do it in bed tonight.”
“You don’t need to tell me. You’d have to handcuff me to prevent it.”
She sat up in her chair and put her hands on the keyboard. She was already concentrating on the code on her screen. But it did seem a bit incongruous, programming while she was naked. Only when it was time for her to go home did she pull on her clothes.
Chapter 2: Janie discovers boys masturbate too
The next morning Janie came over she was wearing jeans. I went to the kitchen to get her a cup of coffee and was surprised when I came back that she’d slipped out of them and was sitting in front of her computer naked from the waist down.
“Is this your new programming uniform?” I said.
“You told me it was OK if I did it here.”
I laughed. “I’m beginning to regret it.
“Do you really want me to get dressed?”
“No. Even you have probably noticed that guys love to look at naked girls. You are very easy on the eyes.”
“Easy on the eyes? What does that mean?”
“You are cute. Pretty. Good body. Great breasts.”
“What about between my legs? What is the right word?”
“Technically I think it is your vulva. But everyone just uses the word pussy. Your pussy.”
“Is my pussy OK? I’ve never seen another one, but it looks strange.”
“Don’t be self-conscious about it. You are completely normal. And I can promise you that any guy who you allow to take off your panties will love it.”
“The guy takes my panties off? Not me? When we do sex?”
“Usually. It’s your job to stop him.”
“Why? I mean if I want to do sex with him, wouldn’t I want him to take my panties off?”
“I was half just teasing you. But girls don’t want the man to think that she gives in too easily, so they often put up some resistance.”
“So they won’t let the guy take them off?”
“Usually only for a short time. Then they give in and let him get them naked.”
“And then they do sex?”
“Yes.”
She laughed. “And people say Aspies are weird.”
I had to go to a meeting with a client at a local coffee shop. When I walked back into the office, Janie was lying back in her chair masturbating. I sat down and shamelessly watched her.
“Do you think about anything when you masturbate? Fantasize?”
“Fantasize?”
“Imagine something arousing.”
“One time I just remembered all the details of that first time. You making me lie in front of the mirror. Showing me where everything is. Teaching me how to touch myself. That first totally unexpected orgasm. But another time…” Her voice fell away.
“Yes?”
“I imagined a particular girl at school. She’s very pretty. I was the tutor, lying her down in front of a mirror, giving her a guided tour down there. Her pussy, that’s the word right? I had my finger inside her. It was surprisingly exciting to imagine. And then I had a bizarre thought and my imagination went all weird.”
“What do you mean?”
“I stopped fingering her and…I imagined licking her. I have no idea where that idea came from. I suppose my mind just thought that it would have to feel good. So I basically stuck my tongue inside her. In my imagination, I mean. It seemed exciting but also weird…do people actually do that?”
“Do you want to find out what it feels like?”
I didn’t wait for her to reply, I knew she’d love it. I spun her desk chair around and knelt down in front of her. She understood immediately. She moved her hand off her pussy and slid further forward in her seat offering it to me.
I started by just planting little trails of kisses up and down the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, teasing her really by not quite letting my lips reach her pussy. Finally I let myself drift a little higher and kissed her fleshy outer lips with their fine covering of little black hairs. I could sense her arousal and knew that her pussy would already be wet once my tongue started to explore inside.
I reached out with both hands and used a couple of fingertips on her outer lips to tenderly open her up. I bent forward and pushed the tip of my tongue into the entrance to her body. I pushed it in as deep as I could and circled it around in her.
“Oh my god,” she cried. “That’s amazing.”
I could feel her pushing herself forward against my mouth as if she could get my tongue even deeper inside. I pulled my tongue out and slid it up and down the pink folds of her inner labia, tantalizingly not quite going as far as her clit. She sighed with pleasure.
Finally I let my tongue slip up until just the tip was nuzzling against her clit.
“Mmm,” she moaned, “that’s so good.”
I brought up a hand and while my tongue started to nudge her clit a little bit more aggressively, I pushed a fingertip into her opening. Slowly I worked it inside her tight little virgin cunt. I could feel the excitement and tension in her body, feel it start to tremble as her arousal built up.
I moved my finger inside her faster, basically finger-fucking her. My tongue circled around her clit. She was moaning and sighing pretty continuously now. I knew she was close. I started a rhythm to drive her all the way to her climax, slowly stroking her insides with my finger while I moved my tongue up and down on her clit with the same rhythm. I knew how Janie breathed as orgasm approached so I knew she was almost there.
“Fuck,” she squealed. It was funny how orgasm made her so potty mouthed. I pushed a second finger into her roughly. “Fuck,” she almost screamed. I hoped the neighbors weren’t listening. I pumped my two fingers hard in and out of her cunt as my tongue coaxed wave after wave of pleasure from the tiny bud of her clit. “Oh fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she wailed as her orgasm just seemed to go on and on.
She lay back limply in her chair with her eyes closed, almost as if she had passed out. I had stopped licking her but I still had two fingers inside her. I slowly withdrew them and watched as those pink folds shrank back into place. There was a little blood on them. In the heat of the moment I’d completely forgotten she was still a virgin.
Finally she opened her eyes. “That was something else.”
Then sex was over. She spun her chair back towards the computer and grabbed her mouse. She was totally focused on the next thing. Suddenly she spun her chair back and looked at me intently.
“You know that rule about only taking your clothes off in private?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“Will you break it for me?”
“You want me to take my clothes off?”
“Yes. I want to see a naked man, learn about boy’s bodies. I’ve seen classical pictures and statues and stuff so I have some idea what is there. Michelangelo’s David. You can’t exactly miss it.”
“That’s for sure.”
“And why don’t classical statues of girls have hair? I mean pubic hair. Or a that sort of cleft girls have?”
It was a good question, one I’d never thought of. “I’ve no idea. I guess the Greeks believed that smoothness was a sign of perfection or something. They never had nipples either. A lot of girls these days shave their hair off too.”
“I’ve heard. I hardly have any hair anyway, for some reason. But ever-practical me wouldn’t bother to put any effort into a part of my body nobody ever sees. Painting my nails occasionally is enough vanity for me. Besides, that’s kind of fun. I can’t imagine going between my legs with a razor is anything but nerve-racking. Plus I’d never paid any attention to all the stuff down there until the last few days. I wish I’d investigated earlier.”
“Why?”
“Are you joking? Think how many orgasms I’ve missed out on. I could have been doing it since…what age do girls normally start to masturbate?”
“Some from birth. Some before puberty, 8 or 9. Based on what my ex-girlfriends told me, somewhere around 13 or 14 is typical.”
“Exactly. That is 1825 orgasms I missed out on at an average of one per day.”
I laughed. “Only you would calculate that out instantly in your head.”
“So will you do it? Be my statue?”
“OK Janie. It’s totally inappropriate but you have been fearless about what I’ve seen.”
“I’m Aspy. It’s not fearless when you don’t have fear. I thought you were going to freak out when I took my panties off yesterday. I was so glad when you were cool with it and took me to the mirror.”
“I thought it would be more conventional behavior to draw you a diagram.”
She laughed. “You know what. If you had done, and you’d shown it to me, I’d have thought you were teasing me.”
“Why?”
“I had no idea what I was like between my legs. It was a shock to see it in the mirror. If you’d shown me an accurate diagram I’d not have believed it.”
“Anyway, I’ll be Aspy and take my clothes off and not give a shit about societal conventions which would totally disapprove of a forty-something guy showing an eighteen year old his body.”
“Ha. I’m finally educating you to the Aspy worldview.”
“Better still, I’ll let you take my clothes off.” I stood up. “Go for it.”
“Wow, OK. This will be the first time I get a guy naked.”
She started to unbutton my shirt.
“Buttons on men’s shirts do up the other way from blouses.”
I laughed. “Only you would be conducting a lesson on the history of clothing while doing something sexual.”
Soon she had me down to my underwear.
She squatted down in front of me so her face was close to where my cock was still hidden.
She took a deep breath. She pulled the waistband of my briefs out and pulled them down. For a time she just stared at what she had uncovered.
“Are you having a biology lesson down there?” I asked.
“I can’t decide if it is gross or beautiful. Can I touch it?”
“Of course you can. But I warn you it will change if you do.”
“Change? What do you mean?”
“It will get bigger.”
“Really? Wow.”
She reached out and gingerly wrapped her hand around my cock. Of course it felt wonderful and I could feel myself start to get aroused.
“Stroke it,” I told her.
“Like this?” she asked as she experimentally slid her hand up and down my cock. Of course I immediately started to get harder. “It’s getting firmer.”
“Yes. Keep stroking it. It will get much bigger and harder.”
“It already seems huge.”
“If it didn’t get rigid then it would never be possible to get it into the vagina.”
“I hadn’t thought of that. But it’s so big. How does it fit?”
“That’s not today’s lesson. What you are doing is how guys masturbate. Well, when they do it with their own hands obviously.”
“It never occurred to me that guys masturbate. Do guys have orgasms too?”
“Yes. Do you want to see? It is very different from when a girl orgasms.”
“Of course. I want to learn everything. Will you masturbate for me?”
By now I was fully erect. Obviously I could masturbate for her, but I realized it would be much more fun to have Janie do it herself.
“No. I’m going to show you how to do it to me.”
“OK. I’ve decided on the gross or beautiful thing. It’s kind of gross when it is soft but beautiful when it is hard like this. I had no idea it would get so big like that.”
I laughed. “Your research using classical statues left out erections.”
“Erections? Is that what you call it when it is hard? But no, classical statues don’t have big hard…what do you call it?”
“Technically a penis, as you probably know. But call it my cock. You have a pussy and I have a cock.”
“Your cock,” she said as if she was trying out a new word in a foreign language, which in a way she was.
“You can stroke it harder and faster. You don’t have to be as gentle as when you touch your clit.”
She started to pump her fist up and down my shaft. “That’s right,” I said encouragingly.
“I just had a bad thought,” she said looking up at me with an evil glint in her eye.
I was almost certain that I knew what that thought was. “Go ahead,” I said.
“You don’t even know what my bad thought is.”
“I’ve got a pretty good idea. Do it and we’ll see if I’m right.”
She moved forward and wrapped her mouth around the head of my cock.
“Oh Janie that feels so good,” I said quietly. “You had a good thought. Now slide my cock in and out of your mouth, and move your tongue around. Especially on the head. That’s the most sensitive bit.”
There is something very special about being the first cock into a young girl’s mouth. The inexperience, the lack of technique. But plenty of enthusiasm.
She pulled her head back for a moment. “Am I doing it right?” Without waiting for an answer she took my cock back inside her mouth.
“You certainly are. Stroke my shaft while you lick my cockhead. You’ll soon make me orgasm.”
It felt wonderful, her soft lips and her warm wet tongue swirling around my knob and her fist sliding up and down my shaft. I could feel my arousal building up. I wouldn’t be able to last very much longer.
“I’m about to cum. Take your mouth off so you can watch. But keep stroking hard and fast. Don’t stop.”
She sat back on her haunches, her eyes glued to my cock, clearly wondering what she was going to see. She pumped her fist up and down enthusiastically. I felt my sap rising.
She squealed in surprise and jumped back when the first rope of white cum shot from my cock into the air and landed on her breasts. She was so astonished she took her hand off my cock. I reached down and pumped my own fist up and down the shaft.
“That’s amazing,” she said as I sprayed jets of warm cream all over her body. I continued milking my cock onto her until I was drained.
“So that is what happens when a man has an orgasm,” I said.
“What a surprise. I had no idea what to expect.”
“You really didn’t listen at all in sex education class, did you?”
She laughed. “I told you I didn’t. But now I’m ready to focus on this stuff. What does it taste like anyway?”
She reached down with a finger and rubbed it in some of the cum on her breast, and licked the finger, tasting a man’s cum for the first time.
“Not too bad.”
“Right,” I said. “We’d better get some programming done.”
Since Janie was programming naked again, I didn’t bother to put my own clothes back on either. Later that afternoon I saw her get out of her chair and walk across the room. She came up behind my chair. I leant back and rested the back of my head on her bare breasts.
“I want to do it again,” she said. Once she discovered something new she had to investigate all aspects of it.
“What?”
She didn’t answer. She just rotated my chair, sank to her knees between my legs, bent forward and took my soft cock into her mouth. As her tongue caressed the head of my cock, I started to grow hard in her mouth, of course. She looked up at me. I love to gaze into the eyes of a girl while my cock is in her mouth, it adds an emotional depth to the physical pleasure.
Once she had me completely hard, she wrapped a hand around my shaft and started to stroke me while she used her mouth to attack my cockhead more aggressively.
“Try just using your mouth,” I said. “No hands.” She removed her hand and put both hands behind her back to avoid the temptation to use them. She bobbed her head up and down on my cock, sliding me back and forth across her tongue.
I put my hand on the top of her head, threading my fingers through her hair so I could steer her. I started to make little thrusts with my hips, pushing my cock a little deeper into her mouth than before.
With my hand on her head I gradually accelerated the rate at which she was sucking me, pushing my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth until I could feel it hitting the back of her throat.
This time I didn’t give her any warning. I was thrusting quite hard into her mouth as I started to cum. Since I was holding her head she couldn’t move away no matter how surprised she was when I blasted creamy spurts of cum into her mouth. But I needn’t have worried. She used her tongue to coax the smaller spurts from my cock until the final dribble.
I let go of her head. She opened her mouth showing me that it was full of cum. I knew she was wondering what she should do with it.
“Swallow it,” I said. And she did.
“That was great,” she said. “I loved feeling you grow big in my mouth. And then when you finished in my mouth, it was really special.”
“Tell your parents that you have to go away for a business meeting Monday night.”
“We have a client meeting?”
“No. I’m going to take you on a date and then we will come back here and go to bed.”
She had a broad grin on her face. “You mean you are going to do sex to me. You are going to…to fuck me.”
I’d never heard her use the word ‘fuck’ except when she was in mid-orgasm.
“Only if you get through the date without making any mistakes.”
“You know that’s not going to happen. I haven’t a clue. It is bad enough when a friend just says ‘how are things?’ I’m tongue-tied since I know I should usually say ‘fine’ but wonder if somehow it’s a time I should say ‘I’m on my period’ or something.”
I laughed. “So here’s a dating rule. Never talk about your period on a date.”
“Really? What if I’m on my period and we want to do sex?”
“OK. Never talk about your period on a date unless you are already down to just your underwear.”
“Can I do sex when I’m on my period?”
“Yes. But it can be messy. When is your period?”
“Is it OK to tell you? Or are you trying to trick me into talking about it when I shouldn’t?”
“Janie, you are naked. Besides, you can talk about anything with me. When I take you on a date it isn’t really a date. We’ve already done lots of sexual things, seen each other naked. When you go on a real date you’ve not done anything more than maybe kiss. The dates are partially rituals that perhaps leads up to seeing each other naked if you both want to.”
“It should be the end of next week but I’m not always that regular.”
“Well, even if it is the beginning, we’ll still do it.”
“Sex. We’ll still do sex?”
“Exactly.” One day I should tell her that people normally say ‘have sex’ but somehow I loved the way she always said ‘do sex’ and I didn’t want her to stop. And for sure I was looking forward to ‘doing sex’ with her.
Chapter 3: Janie doesn’t make it to her date
“So what’s the program?” Janie asked on Monday morning. “The program for a date.”
“Well, if it is a stranger then the first step is that the guy will ask you for your phone number.”
“And I give it to him? Or I don’t?”
“If you want to see him again, especially if you think you might want to take him to bed, then you give it to him. If you want him to get lost, then you don’t.”
“OK. So do I call him?”
“No. You wait for him to call you. Or more likely text you.”
“Why?”
“Because it is too easy for the guy if you call him. So you can’t tell if he is interested or not.”
“You mean whether he wants to do sex?”
“Janie, you are a very attractive girl. I’m not complimenting you, I’m just stating the obvious. You can pretty much assume that every male you meet wants to get you naked.”
“Really?”
“Yes. As a result, you have to make the guy work a bit so you can tell which guys are really interested in you. So even if you are dying to be with him, you have to put up some resistance.”
“But this is so silly. If I want to be with him, why don’t I just say so?”
“Because it’s the rules, the dating program. The first time he tries to kiss you, you turn your head so he can only kiss your cheek, not your lips. Then when finally you let him kiss your lips you push his hand away if he tries to put it on your breast. When he wants to take you home you should be a bit reluctant.”
“You are right. It does sound silly. All these stupid games.”
“Yes, just treat it as a game. You have to follow the program even if you think it is silly.”
“What happens when I eventually go to his home?”
“Once you are alone you can be less reluctant. Kiss him enthusiastically. Let him touch your breasts over your clothes. Let him undo your bra and slide his hand inside. Boys aren’t always very good at undoing bra straps so you might have to do that yourself. You can maybe even get naked from the waist up. Maybe slide your hand inside his shirt and stroke his chest. Touch his nipples. Perhaps even put your hand on the bulge in his pants…he will be hard.”
“Wow. That’s exciting just to think about.”
“He will try and undo your pants. If you are cool with that then you can just let him. He’ll slide his hand inside and finger you…touch your pussy. If he knows what he is doing he’ll caress your clit, but lots of young guys are a bit clueless about what is what down there.”
“This is turning me on.”
“Then there isn’t really a program. You both know you are going to have sex. You can unzip his pants and play with his cock, stroke him or even lick him. You can undress him. You can let him undress you. Open your legs for him. You can take your time, there isn’t really any need to hurry.”
“Then we do sex?”
“Yes. Oh, and these rules only apply the first time, before you have had sex with him. After that you can behave more normally, you don’t have to play games, you don’t have to follow the program any more.”
“Thank goodness for that. You mean if I want to do sex after the first time I can just say so?”
“Yes. Or you can be a bit more indirect and say you’d like to come over for the evening or something. You don’t have to be completely explicit about the sex bit. Society doesn’t treat sex as just a bodily function like you do.”
“OK. There is so much to learn about doing dating and doing sex.”
“So did you bring something smart to wear this evening?”
“I brought a dress. Is that OK?”
“I’m sure your date will love it.”
“You are going to be my boyfriend today. At least a semi-boyfriend. I’ve never had a boyfriend.”
“Have you ever been kissed?”
“No. Not properly. On the lips. Like in movies.”
“Come here,” I said as I got up out of my desk chair. Janie came over and stood in front of me. She knew she was going to get her first kiss. I put my arms around her and pulled her towards me. I bent down and pressed my lips against hers. I started to move my lips and after a moment she started to do the same. I could feel my cock getting hard and I wondered if the kiss was having a similar effect on her. I pushed my tongue forward a little into her mouth until I felt the electrifying touch of her tongue. She gasped when our tongues first contacted. Our tongues started to move against each other. My hands slid down her back to her ass, and I pulled her against me, pushing my now hard cock onto her body.
I broke the kiss for a moment.
“Oh my god,” she said quietly, “I had no idea.”
“No idea what?”
“I didn’t expect the kiss to be…tingly all over my body. Not just my mouth. Kiss me again. It’s brilliant.”
I didn’t need telling twice. I bent down and we pushed our mouths together, our tongues almost intertwined like fighting snakes. I could feel her body shaking slightly, her arousal was clearly intense. I moved one hand onto her breast and gently caressed it. I could feel her nipple, hard through the material of her bra and top.
“Do you want to do it?” I said. I couldn’t wait any longer. And if she felt anything like me she’d be ready.
“You mean do sex?”
“Yes.”
“I thought we had to go on a date first.”
“If you want to wait we can do that.”
“No. I want it. I want to do it.” She paused. “I want my boyfriend to fuck me.”
I led her into my bedroom and lay her down on the bed.
“What do I do?” she said.
“I’m going to undress you.” I undid the button on her pants, unzipped them and pulled them off. She was wearing a bright pink thong, not at all the sort of underwear I’d ever seen her in before.
“Do you like it?” she said, seeing me inspecting her panties. “I bought it this weekend specially for our date. For my first date.”
“It’s pretty,” I said as I undid the buttons on her blouse. I sat her up and pushed it off her shoulders, reached behind her and unclipped her bra. Soon she was just in the pink thong. I slipped off my own clothes and then lay on the bed beside her.
I pulled her against me, feeling her breasts against my chest. We kissed again. This time I rubbed one of her nipples as our mouths met. I slowly let my hand slide down over her stomach. When I reached the waistband of her panties I let my fingertips slip under the elastic. I could feel the fine down of her pubes as my hand went deeper. Her whole body was tense, almost rigid, as she awaited the first touch of my fingers on her pussy. With the tip of one finger I could feel the beginning of her slit. As I pushed my finger along into her cleft she let out a long moan. Her whole body was shaking with the thrill, and the anticipation of what she knew was to come. My finger went further around her body, between the swollen pink petals of her labia. I pushed it into her opening.
“Oh gosh I’m so wet,” she moaned as I pushed my finger deeper inside her virgin cunt. I pulled it back out and then rubbed her clit with my fingertip, all slick with her juices. Her body shook with pleasure as I pressed a little harder against the tiny hard point.
I sat up. She lifted up her ass as I peeled her thong off her and finally she was totally naked.
“What do I need to do now…so you can do sex to me?”
“Lie on your back.”
She rolled onto her back.
“Spread your legs and pull your knees up towards your breasts.”
She did as she was instructed. Her beautiful pussy was all pink and engorged, ready for my cock.
“Wow, I feel vulnerable like this,” she said.
“We can stop if you want.”
“No,” she said, “that’s not what I want. I’m ready. Do sex to me.”
I moved between her legs. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down the length of her slit, spreading all her juices around so that she was well-lubricated. Finally I nestled the point of my knob in the entrance to her cunt. I could feel her whole body shaking with arousal and anticipation…and perhaps a bit of fear.
I pushed forward slowly but firmly. I watched as her pink labia distended around my shaft as my cockhead vanished inside the teenager. She was very tight, almost like an elastic band wrapped around my cock. But she was sopping wet so I slipped in smoothly.
“OK?” I asked.
“Yes. It’s painful. But I’ve never been so excited…so turned-on. I don’t want to stop. I couldn’t if I tried.”
I started to fuck her, pulling my cock out and then pushing forward, each time going a little deeper into her, watching her face to make sure she was not too uncomfortable. Gradually I felt her body relax a little more and I started to move more easily inside her. It took a time but eventually my whole cock was buried inside her and my body was pressed up against hers. My little Apsy teenage friend was no longer a virgin.
I fucked her like that in the most traditional of positions. But I knew her, knew she’d want to experiment and explore.
“Do you want to try it from behind?” I asked.
“I don’t know what you mean. But I want to try everything.”
I pulled out of her and told her to stand on the floor beside the bed and lean forward, pressing her breasts onto the mattress. I made her part her legs. Her pussy was framed between her thighs.
“You can get into me from there?” she said in a surprised tone.
“Yes. Your pussy sort of sticks out the back.”
“I know so little about my body down there.”
I watched as the pink head of my cock slipped into her and then pushed forward firmly in one long stroke until my entire shaft slid inside.
“Wow,” she sighed. “That feels different. You feel longer like this, deeper in me.”
“It’s not painful?”
“Not any more. It hurt like hell when you first went inside earlier but now it’s fine.”
I grabbed her hips and started to fuck her hard and fast.
“It’s way more than fine,” she gasped. “I’m on fire.”
She was breathing hard, almost panting, which I knew from seeing it several times before was a sign she was close.
“It’s going to happen,” she cried.
And it did. I felt her pussy clamp hard onto my cock. “Fuck,” she squealed as her body flooded with joy and pleasure. Her pussy flooded with juice. Her whole body shook and he knees collapsed so she fell against the bed. I had difficulty keeping hold of her hips and continuing to fuck her as her orgasm ran its course. Eventually her body went almost limp. I slowed down while she recovered. Finally she lifted herself up off the bed.
“That was the best yet,” she said.
“Do you want to be the one to finish me?”
“Of course. What do I do?”
I pulled out of her and climbed onto the bed and lay on my back.
“Squat over me so that my cock is lined up with your pussy. Then hold me and guide me into your body as you lower yourself onto me.”
She clambered onto the bed too, put one foot on either side of my hips and lowered her body. She reached underneath herself and grabbed my cock and I felt her position it in her opening.
“It feels so good now when it goes in,” she said as she slowly lowered her body. I could see her experiencing every detail of the sensation as my cock slipped into her no-longer-virgin cunt. “Now what?”
“Start by sliding your body up and down my cock. Eventually that will probably get too tiring on your legs. So then you can relax down onto me and switch to moving your hips back and forth. Either way will feel wonderful to us both.”
She started to rise up and down. She would go so high that just my cockhead was left inside her body, and then she would sink down taking me as deep into her as she could. It certainly felt wonderful to me and I could tell by the broad smile on her face that she was loving it too. She got me close to cumming like that before she got tired.
She moved so she was kneeling on the bed, my cock buried deep inside her, and she started to rock her hips. I reached up and stroked her lovely firm breasts, rubbing the palms of my hands against her rock-hard nipples. She started to sigh with pleasure, like a cat purring, total ecstasy.
“Go as fast as you can and you’ll make me cum,” I said. “Do you want me to cum inside you or do you want to watch?”
“I’ve already seen it. So I want to experience it inside.” I already knew she would almost certainly go for the option she’d not tried before.
She started to thrust her hips back and forth fast and hard. I felt my orgasm building up inside me.
“Oh Janie, you’ve made me cum,” I moaned. I felt the first jet of creamy cum blast into her cunt.
“Oh I can feel it,” she squealed. She continued to thrust her hips and my cock continued to pump spurt after spurt into her. She lay down on me, her breasts pressed onto my chest, my cock inside her still already starting to soften. She kissed me, driving her tongue into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her.
“That was…I don’t know how to describe it. An amazing experience. I can’t wait…”. Her voice trailed off.
“…to do it again?”
“Yes. Oh god, you know us Aspies once we get focused on something. We can’t get enough of it. We want to learn everything there is to know as fast as possible.”
I laughed. “I think it is being a girl as much as being Aspy. Now you’ve experienced sex you’ll find you’ve woken up a dragon inside you.”
“I suppose we need to get some programming done now.”
“No. Today is your day for sex. We can have a shower and then a nap.”
“A nap. It is only late morning.”
“Whatever. When we wake up we’ll be ready.”
“You are going to do sex to me again?”
“I am.”
“Are you going to show me something new? Is there more? You know I want to try everything.”
“It depends how adventurous you are.”
“You know me. I’ll do anything. Whatever you ask me to.”
“Do you want to try being tied up? Doing it with a girl? A threesome with two guys? Being done in the ass? Having sex outdoors?”
“You know I want to try it all. But I guess I’d like to try another girl the most. Or better a threesome but with you and another girl. I don’t trust myself with anyone else alone, I still don’t really know what to do and when. I’m worried I’ll take my clothes off when I’m only meant to be kissing, or the other way around. Or I’ll be waiting for the other person to do something to me when I’m meant to be doing something to them. Especially another girl, I wouldn’t know what to do.”
“Just do all the things I do to you.”
“But I don’t have a cock.”
“Well, you can’t do that bit, obviously. But all the kissing and cuddling and fingering and licking is the same. Plus since you have the same equipment down there you should know what to do.”
“Come on. I only found out what I had between my legs last week. You think I’d have a clue to do if I was faced with another girl’s? That’s why I want you there as my guide. You know me well. If I do something Aspy like take my panties off when I shouldn’t, you’ll just laugh at me and set me straight.”
“Well if you hadn’t taken your panties off when you shouldn’t that first day, we wouldn’t be here. It’s a good job I didn’t laugh and tell you to put them back on.”