The Exchange Student

by Lubrican

Chapters : Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | Epilogue

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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