The Exchange Student
by Lubrican
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Chapter Five
Ruth stared at her naked breasts. He realized he was holding his breath and let
it out, only to take in another big lungful.
"Oh damn," he whispered. He didn't have to look to see that a small
stain had appeared on the front of his briefs.
He'd felt himself leak.
"Is not good?" She sounded heartbroken.
"No, no, no, no, no," Ruth
stuttered. "Is very good. Yes.
Is perfect. I'm just surprised,
that's all."
"Why? Tiffany said she did it like this for her
boyfriend. I thought it was okay to do
for you."
"I'm delighted," he said,
fighting the urge to touch his hardon.
His conscience gave it one last effort.
"But I'm not actually your boyfriend."
"Why not?" she asked. "Don't you like me?"
"Of course I like you. Right now I'm half in love with you,
Nadia. But usually a girl picks some
other guy to be her boyfriend. They
don't pick me."
"Well they are stupid, then,"
she said, letting go of the loose bra cups and shrugging the garment off. "They should choose you as their
boyfriend. You are obviously the best
boy I have seen."
"Well thanks," he said,
grinning. "I'm just not used to
women thinking about me that way.”
"You make me want to jack off, Ruth"
"I do?" He leaked some more.
"I have never met a boy who made me
feel that way."
"You haven't?"
She shook her head solemnly. "I love the way your eyes look at
me. I have never wanted to show a man my
... siski." She cupped her
breasts. "Tiffany called them
tee-tees?”
"She said titties, or maybe
tits," said Ruth. "But that's
not the best name for them. Yours should
be called breasts." He felt saliva
collect in his mouth and swallowed, licking his lips.
"Breasts," she said. "Will you show me your cock now?"
"Yes!" said Ruth, without
thinking about it.
His hands reached for his shorts and his
thumbs engaged the elastic. He
paused. The look on her face gave him
courage, though, and he pushed. It felt
silly to leave them around his thighs, so he just kept pushing and then used
his feet to get them off. He lay on the
bed, not knowing what to do with his hands.
His cock almost lay on his belly, but bobbed a little bit, too stiff to
lay down flat. While looking at it he
had the sudden epiphany that it was in the perfect position to be inside a girl
if they were front to front. It would
just naturally lie within her without any stretching, bending or fuss. He saw a bead of precum ooze from the slit as
he contemplated being in that position with Nadia.
"American cocks are very
different," whispered Nadia, stepping closer.
"Really?"
"Yes. My uncle's had a round, purple tip."
Ruth reached and pushed his penis upright. "Like this?" He gripped and retracted his foreskin,
stretching it as far as it would go.
"Yes!" she yipped. "Just like that! How did you do that?"
She watched, fascinated as he
demonstrated his "capability" for her. The naughty part of him asked "Would you
like to try it?"
"I can do this thing?" she
asked, stepping closer.
His eyes took in the round, pale globes
of her breasts, with their strawberry, stiff nipples, and he nodded. "Girlfriends do it for their boyfriends
all the time."
"Ohhhh good," she said. "I wanted to ask to touch it, but I was
afraid."
She reached to touch, then
manipulate. Intuitively she curled her
hand around it. It seemed to fit her palm
perfectly. She pushed down, revealing the
crown and laughed in delight.
Her enthusiasm put Ruth right on the
edge of climax almost immediately. He
began to gasp and she stopped, looking worried.
"Am I hurting you?"
"Oh no," he panted. "It's just that ... well ... when you
play with it like that ... something comes out."
"Your ... malofya ... how you
say?"
"Sperm," he gasped.
"I want to see the sperm," she
said, squeezing a little harder as she stroked.
She got her wish. A jet leapt from the tip, half a foot into
the air, and then fell to land on her hand as more came welling out to form a
tiny lake in the circle made by her fist as she drew it upwards. She stared at it, and then looked at his
face, which was red as he panted from the exertion of both his completion, and
his efforts not to yell as it arrived.
"You liked this?" she
asked. Anybody in the world would have
recognized the hope in her voice.
"Yes!" he gasped. And then, for lack of anything better,
"Thank you!"
"You are very welcome," she
said, almost formally. She leaned down,
her lips almost brushing his.
"I believe both in America and
Russia we do this."
Then she pressed her lips to his, as her
hand played with his softening penis.
It might have been awkward, had not Ruth
been so desperate to please her in return.
The kiss had actually calmed him a little bit, as her warm lips moved
his around over his teeth. She didn't french kiss, but neither was her kiss
formal or stiff. It was inviting, and
she made it clear she was not unhappy with what had happened.
When the kiss broke and she hung her
sperm-covered hand out in front of her, he sat up and grabbed his briefs, which
he used to clean her hand off. She knelt
and let him do so, looking from her hand to his eyes. It took only a little bit of courage for him
to ask the question that was foremost in his mind.
"Do you still want to ... jack
off?"
She nodded.
"Can I help you ... like you helped
me?"
She blinked slowly, and then he saw
color rise into her cheeks as she nodded again, slowly.
"I have embarrassment about being
naked," she whispered.
"I know. I did too.
I've never let a girl see me like this before," he said.
"You are helping me to be
brave," she said.
She stood. Like his thumbs had stretched
the elastic of his waistband, hers caught in the cord of her thong.
"Wait!" he whispered.
She froze.
"Turn around," he said.
She turned, slowly, her thumbs still
engaging the cord. As her cheeks came
into view he felt his cock tell him it was still alive.
"You're so beautiful," he
sighed.
"You think my bottom is
pretty?" She giggled.
"I think all of you is
pretty," he said.
Somehow she knew she could proceed, and
she pushed the thong down.
"It feels funny here," she
said, reaching to poke her fingertips between her ass cheeks. "It is very strange."
"It isn't made to feel good,"
he said. "It's made to make men
crazy."
"Crazy," she said.
"Not insane ... it's
different. It means very, very eager to
have sex."
"Oh ... like your cock was excited
to have sex."
"Yes, exactly."
"I think I am excited to have sex
right now," she said, her eyes smoky.
"We shouldn't do that," he
said.
"I know. That's why I will let you help me jack
off."
Ruth would have done fine if he had
simply let her show him where and how to touch her. But Ruth had watched plenty of porn videos,
and a large number of them had involved men licking women's pussies. He knew what a clitoris was, and where to
find it. He also had some idea of how to
use his tongue on it.
Not that he was thinking about that as
he got off the bed and she took his place.
Of more importance to him was the opportunity, as she slowly spread her
legs and lifted her knees to open herself, to see a girl's sex up close and
personal, so to speak. It was, after
all, something he had never been able to examine before.
And it was as he leaned down to peer at
the loose, rosy folds of her pussy lips, that all those videos exploded into
his mind. It so happened that she was in
the process of holding those lips open with two fingers of one hand, so she
could point to the little bud peeking out of its sheath with one finger of the
other hand, when he suddenly knew how he was going to make her happy. He also remembered how her uncle had said he
would do the same thing, but hadn't gotten the chance.
Nadia, unprepared for him to do what she
had only thought about before, stopped breathing, as he leaned down to suck the
bud between his lips, nipping at it with his lips, and then, astonished at how
good she tasted, licking her over and over with the flat of his tongue. She held her breath, in fact, for a good
twenty seconds as these new feelings washed through her body, until she knew
she was going to scream, and there wasn't a single thing she could do to stop
herself.
Grabbing frantically for the pillow
under her blond head, she pulled it over her face and pressed it hard just as
her agonized scream of joy fled her lips.
To Ruth, it sounded like the honk of some exotic bird. He interpreted it as evidence that he was
doing it right.
So he crawled up on the bed to lie
between her widespread thighs and suck on her clitty some more.
She spoke Russian for the next fifteen
minutes. His jaw and tongue got tired as
her hips pulsed, rising and falling in distinctly fucking motions. It was by the frequency of those jerks, and
the fact that her hands came to pull hard on his hair, that he knew he was
about to be responsible for a girl's orgasm for the first time in his
life. She had to let go of his hair to
use the pillow again, but her thighs came together to crush his face, as she
rolled, trying to assume a fetal position.
He laughed into her pussy, while he tried to roll in such a way as to
avoid having his neck broken.
Then she let him go and he rolled onto
his back, crosswise on the lower part of the bed, just as out of breath as she
was.
There followed fully five minutes,
during which neither of them spoke as they reflected on what had just
happened. Eventually she sat up, Indian
style, and he rolled over to rest on one elbow, with his head supported on his
hand. Her sex drew his eyes like a
magnet, but he forced his gaze elsewhere.
Often he found her staring at his penis, but then her eyes darted to
his. Finally she spoke.
"You said, a little bit past, that you
were half in love with me."
"Yes," he said, astonished
that he didn't feel fear.
"I think I am more than half in
love with you, Ruth Cummins."
"I am glad," he said, mentally
clamping down on the urge to give a rebel yell.
"I am concerned about this,"
she said.
Suddenly all his doubts were back.
"Why?"
"Because I am thinking that jacking
off may not be enough to satisfy me for many more weeks ... and I have months
left to stay here."
"Oh," he said. "Can I tell you something?"
"Of course," she said.
"If I never got to touch you again,
and if you never touched me again after tonight, I'd still be the happiest boy
in this town.
"Damn!" she said, her
expletive eerily like his had been earlier.
"What's wrong?" he asked, much
as she had.
"You make me want to jack off so
much!"
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