An Education

We stumbled through the door a little after 8 pm, laughing and giggling. It was getting late for us. Holly would have to be up at 5 am to be out the door for 7. My commute into work was less of a chore, so I could sleep in until 6:30 at the latest.

Wednesday evening was hardly ideal for fun, but our schedules had just aligned so well this week that it would have been silly not to take advantage of the opportunity. It was the school summer holidays, her girl was sleeping around a friend's, and my boy was around his mum's house to watch the football final on the big TV.

The big TV. That had been our big TV not too long ago.

Divorce had a funny way of making simple things hurt.

"I want to blow you, Chris."

"Sorry, what?"

I had just returned from the kitchen with two glasses of wine and was caught completely off guard by the sudden declaration.

Holly looked at me and smiled. Her grin was warm, and her face was neutral, not set in the feral throes of lust that typically accompanied oral sex for me.

"I want to blow you." She repeated, as if she genuinely believed that I just had not heard her. I looked at the glasses of wine still in my hands.

"Oh, I thought we were going to have a drink and get in close. Have, like, a whole prelude before sex." Holly shook her head, her dark brown hair shuddering from side to side.

"Preludes are a weekend thing, and we just haven't got time for sex tonight. But you asked me what I wanted before we left the restaurant, and this is it. Sometimes, a girl just wants a dick in her mouth."

There should have been a stirring in my loins. My manhood should have been excitedly yelling yippee, I get mouth action tonight. But it wasn't. I hoped with all my heart that Holly wouldn't say what she did next.

"I'm pretty good at oral."

There it was. The mood killer is known as sexual hubris. Much like every guy thinks his cock is like a magic wand ready to unlock the ancient spiritual mysteries of the female orgasm, most women believe their mouths are a portal to some spiritual pleasure dimension. Even before my ex-wife, all my partners thought they were great, but I rarely finished. Instead, I acted like I was too aroused to cum, taking their pussy in a moment of lustful pounding. The act had done me well, but it was still an act after all.

"I'll find some viagra then," I said, putting the glasses on the table. The hairs on the back of my neck stiffened with anxiety as I realised my mistake. Holly had this fanatic ability to make me feel comfortable. For the first time in seven years, I felt seen. She had gotten me to drop my guard a little too much, and I had just told her -

I need chemical assistance to stay hard because you are NOT going to get me off.

I felt like an idiot.

"Oh, I like a challenge!"

She beamed at me with a Cheshire-cat smile. There was so much warmth and interest in her face that she made my heart melt. However, she did nothing to quieten the storm of anxiety thundering inside me.

Holly must have felt the panic creeping down my spine, because she stood from the sofa, walked over to me, and threw her arms around my neck. We kissed, and my hand found its way to her thin, tight waist. I groaned, soft and low, at the contact. The feeling of her pressed against me - her soft lips touching mine - sent the first few jolts of electric stimulation to fork through me.

"So, I'm your challenge, am I?" I asked as we parted.

Holly's hazel eyes peered into mine. There was no disappointment in her look. No sense of reproach, or a look to tell me that I had done anything wrong. I could not remember the last time I had been looked at like that.

"You are tonight, Chris. And I'll be your challenge soon enough, don't worry."

"What do you mean?" I asked, uncertain of the riddle she had just set out in front of me.

"Look, between us, you and I have had enough sex to know that things don't always go the way we expect. And, there is enough baggage left over from previous relationships that we'd be crazy to expect everything to work properly the first time. So, we could spend a few hours reminiscing about old war stories to one another, then blitz through the intimacy part. But I would prefer to spend the few hours we have tonight getting to know you properly.

Holly let go of me and picked up a glass of wine.

"Go on then," she said between sips, "whip your dick out".

Who was I to argue with that logic?

As I fumbled with the buttons on my trousers, Holly took another sip of wine and set the glass back down.

"There we go," I said, flopping my flaccid cock and balls over the elastic of my boxers, "impressive, huh?"

I began palming my meat to get the blood pumping, but Holly swatted my hand away.

"No, no. I want to say hi first", she chided playfully.

Bending down on her haunches, I was rather impressed that she could hold the position while wearing heels.

"Hello, mister man. Is someone sleepy today? Awww, that's okay. I'll look after you, don't worry".

I chuckled. Deep and genuine laughter bubbled up from inside me and spilled out into the evening.

"Bloody hell, Holly. You can't talk to it like that. It's going to have the completely opposite effect."

Holly giggled.

"Oh, does he prefer being told off?"

She grabbed me lightly by the balls with one hand, moving my dick closer to her face. She pointed at it with the other index finger.

"Okay, listen here, buster. None of your sleepy shenanigans tonight. You are going to wake up now so I can suck Chris dry. Do I make myself clear?" Holly looked at me, "Is that working?"

I threw my head back and laughed so hard my entire body shook.

"If you keep that up, I'm going to have some very mean things to say to your vagina".

"Her name is Sheila, and mean words are her kink. What shall we call your dick?"

"Guys don't name their dicks. Unless it's a joke, then we give them powerful names like Hercules."

"Hmmmm", Holly pinched her lips in mock concentration. "Hercules is a silly name. You seem more like an Osbert to me."

"Osbert!?" I howled, "Who on Earth is called Osbert?"

"Hey, Osbert is a sweet name. I think it means bright God, or something like that".

Holly holding my cock and calling it God pressed long forgotten buttons. Osbert pulsed once in her hand and slowly began to grow. Not hardened into an angry erection, but swelling as if to tell her I liked that. I had expected Holly to keep up her playful game, getting whatever enjoyment she did from embarrassing my dick. But she quietened immediately and nuzzled into my base like it was the crook of my neck. I felt a pang of guilt and almost wanted to apologize for not shaving and trimming. I supposed that, if she found my hair to be offensive, she wouldn't be doing what she was.

She gently tightened her grip on me each time she brushed her lips against me. Then released. Slowly, she moved her thumb underneath my dick and began almost softly pinching me between thumb and forefinger. Her movements weren't enough to qualify as masturbation, but it certainly was foreplay.

"What do you want?" she breathed. Speaking to me, not my cock, this time.

"I-I don't know," I said, repressing the anxiety that came from exposing my interests. It had not worked out well in the past. Anything I wanted seemingly had to come with an exploded diagram, like instructions from IKEA. And, much like putting furniture together, there was frustration when things did not work as expected. To the point that it had just become easier for me not to want and just give.

"Chris, I have just made you laugh by embarrassing myself and having a conversation with your genitals. I think the least you can do now is tell me what you want. How would you like me to perform? Trust me, I want to perform for you tonight."

She made a good point. Holly worked as a marketing executive for a big firm. For 40 hours a week, her time was spent sending terse emails and holding emergency meetings to meet deadlines. When she got home, Holly had the stress of parenting to manage. That is to say, she had no time to act like herself. To be fun and playful while being an adult. I knew in that moment that Holly would jump into whatever role I tasked her with. Not necessarily for my pleasure, but to indulge in the shared enjoyment of putting life on hold for a moment.

"I want you to worship me". I said, plainly, as if ordering a coffee.

That might have been the ickiest thing I had ever said to a woman.

My mind reeled at the sheer awkwardness of the words worship me. Just the religious connotations alone were enough to send a spike of cringe through me. I meant to say go slowly. Take your time. I want to watch you enjoy my cock. No, I wanted to feel her love my cock. I wanted her to make me believe that it was the singular most impressive member that she had ever witnessed, and that she longed for to be inside her.

It was a fantasy, nothing more. I should have found better words to express myself, but Holly had lowered my guard too much. And worship me slipped out.

I felt, rather than heard, her tiny laugh as a breath of warm air against my skin. It was not cruel or mocking, but a laugh of satisfaction. Holly nuzzled in deeper and dragged the flat of her tongue up the side of one testicle. She did it again, making sure that I could hear the wet smacking sounds from her mouth as she continued to lap at me.

Softly, Holly went from rolling my cock between my fingers to fully stroking along the length. Her gentle touch was not enough to force an erection, but I could feel the appreciation in her touch. She took a firmer grip, and slid her hand all the way to my base, revealing my full cock head. With the more sensitive parts of me exposed to the elements, Holly began running her fingers and palm beneath the underside. Then over the head. Back down to the base.

I throbbed at her appreciative touch. Each pulse engorged me.

"Mmmm," Holly moaned, low and throaty, as she nuzzled back into the crook of my groin. It felt like she was purring. The vibrations echoed through me, a sensation I had never felt in my genitals before.

Working me fully with one hand, Holly dragged my cock over to the side so that it rested against her face. "You have a beautiful cock, do you know that?"

Beautiful.

Such a strange word to describe a dick. Not just mine, but any dick.

Big. Thick. Large. Hung. Monstrous. Heavy. Hulking. Whopper. Meat. Shaft. Gigantic. Endowed. Colossal. Bulging. Trunk. Juicy. Huge. Log. Weighty.

All common and appropriate dick descriptors.

But never Beautiful.

The word felt strange and exotic to me. And it struck a chord with me that I never knew existed.

Holly did not wait for me to respond to the compliment. She slipped under me, planting her lips to my base. Moving up my shaft, she placed subtle kisses every inch or so before smooching the tip. Her red lipstick contrasted with the angry purple of my head. Her dark eyeshadow spread across closed lips. She kissed my head and indulged in the sensation. Holly did not moan; she did not need to. Her enjoyment of the action was evident in the eagerness of her performance.

I gasped as two quick licks shot out from her mouth and struck the sensitive underside of my cock. Before I could recover, Holly had begun dragging the flat of her tongue along the bottom of my shaft. Then the sides. Then the bottom again. She licked it as if she savoured the taste. Her wet tongue slapped and popped against moist lips as Holly made no effort to mask the sounds of her revelry. My cock danced and jolted under her attention. The tightening muscles keep me erect.

Fuck. It felt good.

Holly moaned as if affirming something I said aloud. Did I speak? Holly did not give me time to think about that any further. In one deep, swooping motion. Holly took my entirety into her mouth. Her lips dragged and tightened around my girth as she struggled to accept all of me. Still, her damn tonge did not stop. Stitching from tip to flat to tip to flat inside her hole, she worked me until I almost lurched forward. Holly let go of my cock with her hand, and rode her lips upon it. Handsfree, completely uncontrolled, she accounted for each bounce and movement as she pulled away entirely, then went back for more. Saliva gushed down her chin, connecting me to her by slick tendrils.

Goddamn, she knew what she was doing, because she knew what she enjoyed. And I liked seeing her like this. My cock did too. She pulled away, completely this time. And stopped to admire her handiwork. My cock thick and hard. Engorged and beautiful. Made to be like that by her. She looked so damn impressed with herself.

If words were to be exchanged, I cut them short by smacking her face with my dick. Holly let out a short, sharp gasp. Then I did it again. I rubbed it against her lips over her nose, as she went back to my balls. I pulled her away by the hair, firm but softly. We locked eyes as she panted for me. Exhilaration danced across her sopping face. I dropped my trousers and stepped over her, my balls grazing the top of her head. She turned to follow me with her hungry eyes.

"Finish me", I said. Holly smirked with satisfaction. I had half expected her to crawl on all fours. But that was not what she wanted. Holly stood and slinked over to me. She stood between my legs, then gracefully knelt on the floor. She reached out with one hand, placing the other on the inside of my thigh.

"Two hands," I requested.

She complied. Wrapping both hands around me, Holly jerked with force. My foreskin tugged tight against the underside of my head. The pain stung with just pleasure to turn my brain to mush. Holly picked up the pace, working my cock with a furious zeal.

Suddenly, she switched her full strokes to tight half strokes, as she took my head into her mouth. She only moved slightly, relying on her tongue's practiced talents to pleasure me. The wet appendage darted and licked, then planted and flicked. Each precise movement orchestrated for stimulation. I bulged. Pressure building at my base. She picked up the tempo, somehow finding the reserves to go faster.

Harder.

Better.

Every aspect of Holly worked in perfect unison for the single purpose of making me cum.

I gave her what she craved. What I wanted. As I exploded thick ropes of ejaculate in stuttered, spurting blasts.

"Je-e-e-esus" I hollered. If I could have felt embarrassed in that moment, I probably wouldn't have. I needed to give Holly the satisfaction of achieving her goal. And, while I doubted that swallowing my globes of cum was a particularly enthusing experience, I could at least show her that I appreciated her work.

I bucked and writhed as she teased my overstimulated cock and moaned in tones that not even my ex-wife had heard before. I felt her content purr resonate through my dick as Holly swallowed and simply enjoyed my presence. Just before I asked, Holly stopped licking and sucking, but kept herself wrapped around me. She withdrew as I softened, but planted a parting kiss on the tip as she stood and straightened herself.

"That was - wow," I uttered as I gasped and panted on my sofa.

"I know" Holly said, turning from me, "If you still got it in you, I'd like to see what you'd do if I ask you to worship my pussy."

Grinning, I stood and took her by the hand. Before taking her to my bedroom.