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The Good Resident Assistant
by El Guaton (elguaton7@hotmail.com)
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Freshman girl asks her RA for help ... with giving
head. (MF-teens, college, oral)
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"The Good Resident Assistant" #1
I was just thinking about giving up on my paper and
going to bed when I heard a soft knock on my door. I
frowned slightly, curious who wanted me at this hour.
As the Resident Assistant on duty, late night knocks
too frequently meant that I was about to be dragged out
for something bad. Still, nothing to do but to answer
it, I supposed.
Opening my door, I saw a young, dark-haired freshman
girl. I recognized her from my building, though her
name escaped me. Ruth or something maybe?
"Hey, do you have a minute?" she squeaked. She was a
good foot shorter than me, barely five feet four, so
she had to kind of look up at me to ask. It gave her a
darling "aw, shucks" look that was only missing her
twisting her feet and wringing her arms.
"Of course, come in!" I responded, mentally trying to
shuffle aside my worries about my paper and the hour
and my lack of sleep. If a resident had a problem and
chose now to talk, I was her RA and was going to be
there for her. Of course, she was cute enough, it
certainly wasn't against my standards to ask her in,
not by a long shot. Not that that was a good thought
for an RA to be having about his resident! Almost
automatically, I reviewed a mental checklist from the
counseling workshop we had gone through. Ask open-ended
questions. Show positive body language. Be a good
listener. I tried to focus my mind on being
professional.
I moved aside to let her in, beckoning to a chair and
closing the door behind her. Unable to help it, my eyes
moved over her body as she turned her back to me. She
looked like she was ready for bed, too, in a loose-
fitting blouse and short shorts with the word "juicy"
over her ass. And juicy her ass definitely was, rounded
and high. It was clear she had neither a tan line nor a
panty line. And didn’t short girls usually have frumpy
legs? This girl had long and lean legs, runner legs.
No, no freshman 15 here.
She took the chair I offered her. "So what’s up?" I
asked, sitting back down in my desk chair, across from
her. She wrinkled her nose a little bit, hesitant to
begin. It was cute on her, though, and as she brushed a
long strand of her curly hair out of her face, I
noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra either. Her breasts
were small but perky, with just the faintest outline of
nipples visible through her blouse.
"I kinda have a little problem," she told me, her gaze
lowering away from me, biting her lip a little bit. She
leaned forward as if to speak more, and her blouse hung
away from her. It revealed a milky portion of her
breast, a slight curve of soft-white skin that ended
just before a nipple.
"Well, that's what RA's are he-here for," I stammered a
bit, surprised at how easily I was losing my
professional cool. So, she was hot, I admitted to
myself. Nice breasts, nice legs, both on display. Big
curly hair, dimples, come-fuck-me-eyes. So what?
Remember, I lectured to myself, she’s here for a friend
and big brother, not to be leered at! "What seems to be
the trouble my friend? Schoolwork? Roommate issues?"
"Well..." She glanced at me, but her gaze dropped
again, her shyness evident. Was it possible that this
little girl could be this hot and so unconfident at the
same time? She was only a freshman, I reasoned, and
come to think of it, though I was enjoying her assets,
I seemed to recall that normally she dressed rather
plainly, and was actually a little nerdy. Maybe she was
unaware about the power of her body.
"I remember you said that we could come talk to you
about whatever difficulties we ran into, right?" she
finally got out.
"Of course," I said, my curiosity piqued. "I'm here for
you guys, and I care about your well-being."
"And anything we say would be completely confidential?"
she continued.
"As long as you are not a danger to yourself or others,
whatever you say will never leave this room," I
reassured her.
"Well," she said, one hand playing with her hair, her
eyes still looking down. "You see, I just recently
found a boyfriend, and he’s really the first boy I’ve
ever, um..." she glanced from side to side, "fooled
around with, and the thing is, um, I'm having a small
problem, you see, uh, well, I'm just not any good at
giving head." She hurried through this last part,
looking up as she finished her sentence, exasperated.
I tried to remain calm, but inside my brain nearly
exploded. A freshman girl wanted to talk to me about
oral sex? This was impossible! Still, remembering the
mental checklist, I decided it would be best not to be
judgmental. I especially didn't want to lose her trust
by reacting badly, possibly ruining our RA-resident
relationship.
"I'm, uh, not too sure what you're talking about,
Ruth," I said. "Sex takes practice, just like anything,
but I'm sure if you two care about each other and --"
"--You don’t get it!" My platitudes about the joy of
sex and discovery were cut off. "Look, I really want to
make him happy, but I can’t even keep him hard when I
try and suck him and I've never made him cum and I just
know that if I don’t keep him satisfied he's going to
wander off and I don't know what to do and, look, can
you please give me some pointers? I would do anything
to repay you!"
I missed the implications of this, and its inherent
problem, having already made up my mind to "play the
RA" and give her worries full consideration. "I suppose
I could look for a sex manual, or maybe there’s an
internet site that would help," was the best I could
do.
"I think I need something a little more hands-on than
that," she said with a half smile, but her eyes were
big and nervous. Suddenly she slid out of her chair
onto the ground, and shuffled over on her knees toward
me. Her hands were on my legs, her face in line with my
crotch. "Would you please teach me? I'm so scared, I've
never done anything like this, and I know you're the
RA, but please, just tell me how you like your cock
sucked and I'll do it for you, I’m so desperate to
learn..." she almost whined. Her face really was almost
desperate, needy.
I should have said, "I don't think this is
appropriate." What I did say was, "Are you sure?"
Her face broke out in relief. "Yes! Oh, please, yes!"
"Ok," I said, swallowing hard. "Sucking cock is 70%
attitude and 30% technique. The attitude you've already
got a good start on. You have to want to suck cock. You
have to convince your man that his cock is your world,
and that if you can make him cum, it will be nirvana
for you."
"Oh, it's true, it's true, I really want your cum to
splash across my lips, oh please, I want to satisfy you
like no other woman has, I --" She was an eager
learner, but I had to cut her off.
"Good. The first thing you should do is play with the
cock. Tease it a little bit before you let it near your
mouth. Touch me." Some of her shyness was back. She
stared into my eyes for a few seconds, before looking
down. Her right hand trailed along my leg, before
settling over my throbbing erection. It just rested
there. "Squeeze gently." Slight pressure. Then
relaxation. Then slight pressure again. "Do you like my
cock?" A slight nod. "Tell me."
"I like your cock," she echoed, half dazed. "I want to
see it..."
"Soon enough. For now, feel it's length," I commanded.
She grabbed me and started a jack-off motion, too tight
and too quick. "No, too hard! Just tease me."
Her face clouded. "I’m sorry! I --"
I cut her off again. "No apologies, you’re learning.
Try using light caresses or just your nails." Her
fingers loosely dragged along my shaft, her nails
sending exquisite tickling pleasure shockwaves up my
skin. First one way, then the other, her hand felt the
length of me.
"Now take out my cock," I could barely whisper. Both
hands came up this time, one holding out the waist of
my sweat pants, while the other reached in to scoop out
my cock and balls. That motion was easy; she'd had some
experience at least.
She shot me a half-grin. "What now?" she cooed,
beginning to relax and get in to it. She giggled a
little bit. Really, she was still young and immature,
not really a woman, but god my cock was hard.
I stood up, letting my pants fall completely down, my
cock now bobbing in front of her face. She stayed on
her knees in front of me, her eyes once again assuming
an innocent, doe quality, her beautiful legs splayed
beneath her, just the tops of what looked like tasty
breasts on display. "There are a lot of positions in
which to give a blowjob, but this is one particularly
good for the man, as he can feel really in control."
She nodded. I took my cock in my hand, lifting it up a
bit, and then dropping it. The tip of my cock bumped
against her cheek, smearing some pre-cum.
She giggled, her nose crunching again. "See what I
mean?" I asked. She nodded. I did it a few more times,
causing a light thwapping noise every time my cock
connected with her face. "Don't be alarmed if the guy
wants to play with you for a bit like this, but when
you're ready to start the blowjob, just put your hand
around his cock, down here at the base." Instantly, her
tight little grip surrounded me.
"I’m ready," she half-moaned.
"The key to any blowjob is moisture. Without it, it's
no fun for him or for you. So get him wet with your
tongue and your lips before you start."
"Ok," she said, nodding, as if I were giving her advice
on how to ski or ride a bike and not on how to suck my
cock. Her tongue sticking out a little bit, she leaned
in, just brushing the tip of her tongue against me,
like someone licking frost off of a pole. I jumped, and
had to refrain myself from shoving my cock into her
mouth and face-fucking her. I didn’t want to scare her;
besides, this was a learning experience.
My reaction gave her confidence. She moved her tongue
again more forcefully, letting more of it out and with
more pressure, this time like someone enjoying a
lollipop, giving me one long slurp from halfway down my
shaft all the way to the head of my cock.
"Do you like that?" She asked.
"Oh yeah," I encouraged her. "Lick more. And use your
lips, too. Try and get up and down the shaft of my
penis." Her head down, her hair spilling over both of
us, she let her tongue descend to my cockhead before
moving slowly up my shaft. She then slid down a bit,
licking back the other way on the underside of my cock.
She opened her lips just a little bit, not really
kissing or sucking, but letting some of my girth into
her mouth. She continued to trail her mouth up and down
my shaft, really getting some spit going.
"Oh god, you're so hot when you do that." She smiled
beneath me waifishly. I really wanted to try and fondle
those breasts, or even just look at them, but I was
afraid of scaring her off. And if she did show me more
of that body, I didn't know if I could resist fucking
her.
"Try showing some attention to just the head. Lick the
precum and spread it around, and when you're ready,
wrap the lips around jus the tip of my cock." Her
tongue, long and pink, tentatively gave my peehole a
slurp. She stared intently at my cock, maybe deciding
how she liked the taste, before continuing to bathe my
cockhead more thoroughly. Almost like a dog licking
peanut butter, her tongue moved up and down, then
swirled clockwise and counterclockwise. The light
sucking and lip noises sounded more like she was making
out then sucking cock.
It felt good, but I couldn't take much more of this
foreplay. I needed more "Open your mouth," I said, low
but gentle. She looked up, nervous. Performance anxiety
or second thoughts? The first, I decided. "You'll do
fine," I reassured her. Her mouth wasn’t open, but her
lips weren't clenched, either. I moved my hips forward,
less than inch of my cock pushing past her lips and
into her mouth. She grunted, her eyes widening, a
little shocked.
We stopped. The moment held. She looked at me, curly
dark hair frizzing ever which way, her eyes
questioning, a cock sticking out of her mouth. It was
the most beautiful look a woman can have.
"Take some time to get used to the cock in your mouth.
Flick your tongue against it. Suck a little bit." Her
eyes looked doubtful, but she took my advice. I felt
the velvety-rough friction that indicated tongue
action, and a delightful vacuum formed around my cock.
Warm and wet, warm and wet, I felt her mouth begin to
work on me.
"Look up at me while you do that," I said. Her eyes met
mine. She looked so innocent and so eager to please. I
started to move my hips just a little bit, maybe an
inch or less going in and out of her mouth. I watched
her cheeks puff in and out ever so slightly with my
invasion. Her breath came fast through her noise. Her
tongue continued to vigorously lash against me, one of
her hands still snugly around the base of my cock, her
other hand resting on her thigh, though not frigging
herself, I was disappointed to see.
"Eventually, a man should be able to use your mouth
like a pussy. He should be able to go completely into
you, and should be able to fuck your face. But that
will come with practice. For now, use your hand on my
shaft to control how much of me you take. And remember
that a good, steady pace with unbroken suction will
make a man cum." She nodded with my cock in her mouth,
somehow, her enthusiasm returning.
She started to guide me into her. First a little bit
more of my cock, and then a lot more. Half my cock
disappeared into her, her hand on my shaft stopping
more. She choked a little, but didn’t try and push me
out. Her nose was in my pubic hair, her eyes furious
with concentration. I pulled it out for her, a long
line of precum stretching from my cock to her lips.
She gasped, her breath panting in and out. She licked
her lips, savoring the precum, and then dived forward,
searching for my cock, demanding it. "You’re so big,"
she muttered, before shoving my shaft back into her
mouth.
I humped her face. Soon most of my seven inch shaft was
disappearing into her face, sliding back out, then
ramming home. My balls hung low and heavy, occasionally
slapping her in the chin. I let my hands descend into
her tangles of hair, not trying to control her, but
enjoying the possibility nonetheless.
"Play with my balls, too," I half-moaned, getting lost
in the sheer pleasure coming from my cock. Her hand
left her thigh and went to my sac, kneading my balls
gently, tugging them down from my body and letting them
jump back up, almost as if she were milking me.
"If you start to get tired, you can try other things.
Focus on just the head for a while, or go back to
licking. You can also use your hand to jack me for a
bit." I didn’t want her to stop, but I also didn’t want
to treat her like an object. I was a resident assistant
at a very liberal college, after all, and considered
myself politically correct.
She took her mouth off me just long enough to say, "I
need your cum," and then dived back on to my cock. My
entire cock disappeared into her mouth in one quick
gobble. To me, that’s always felt the best -- like
leaving a hot tub on a wintry night and then jumping
right back in.
"Oh, you've got it, baby," I moaned. Part of me didn’t
want to cum, wondering if maybe she’d let me teach her
how to have sex, too. But my balls had other ideas. I
could already feel my orgasm impending, barreling down
on me.
"There are really only a few places a man can cum," I
panted, my heart racing. "The best place is in your
mouth, but every once in a while, it can be nice to let
a man cum on your face, or your tits." I hoped my hint
wasn't too obvious.
"I want to taste you, please," she mumbled around my
cock, or something like that anyway, because I couldn’t
hear her very well. All I know is that she didn't stop
what she was doing. My cock was disappearing in and out
of her mouth at a frantic pace. Every time I rammed it
home, she let out a quick yelp. Slurp, uh!, slurp, uh!,
slurp, uh! It was a dirty rhythm. A mix of her saliva
and my precum leaked around her mouth, pooled on her
chin, then dropped to the floor.
"Here it comes!" I felt my cock start to spasm. She
didn't stop bobbing at all, as first one and then two
shots went off. It felt like the cum was starting in my
toes. Every time some of my spunk splashed her mouth,
she let out a moan, like I was pounding her pussy with
my cock and not just coming in her mouth. I couldn't
help it -- I pulled my cock out before the third spurt,
and came across her lips, nose and cheek. She crinkled
her nose in that cute way again, right before a fourth
spurt, a weak one, came across her nose, forehead, and
started to drip into her eye. She was covered in my
cum.
"Did I do a good job?" she asked, indifferent to the
gooey slop leaking down her face. Her breath was heavy,
her face flushed. Her voice was excited, like she had
just won a spelling bee or skied a double diamond.
"Yes," I said, "With a few more lessons, you'll be a
pro." She gave me a big smile. "Now clean me up a
little." She started to question me, but with my
deflating erection shoved back in her mouth, there was
no time. She responded immediately, sucking lightly on
my cock, cleaning off the cum.
END
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