Chapter Ten: Gemma
Friday night, my mother was once again driving me to a girl's house, but this time it was Gemma's. As we got closer, my mother glanced over at me and asked, "Are you nervous?"
"I guess I am," I replied.
"Despite all the practice that you got with Cat?" she asked.
"Yes, because that was a safe situation. This is different. I have to see Gemma every day!"
"Just be yourself, and have a good time," Mom suggested.
"OK," I said, and then we were at Gemma's house. I got out of the car and went up to knock on her door.
When the door opened I said, "Good evening, Mrs. Roberts. Is Gemma ready?"
"Come in Jake, and I'll get her," she told me. She walked to the stairs and yelled up, "Gemma! Jake is here."
A couple of seconds later, Gemma came down. She was wearing a pink sun dress, and she looked cute as a button. "Hi Gemma, are you ready to go?" I asked.
"Sure," she replied. "See you later, Mom!"
She followed me out the door, and I held the back door open so that she could slide in. Naked women were all over the place at my house, and I got a woody seeing her dress pop up to her thighs as she slid in. Sigh.
We chatted about school as Mom drove us to the movies. When she got there, I slid out and held the door for her. I leaned in to say good bye to my mother and she said, "Just be yourself!"
I waved and off she went. I reached out and offered my hand to Gemma, and she blushed as she put her hand in mine. We had discussed the movie in school; it was an action/adventure flick that she was into as well. We got in line and I paid for the tickets. She offered to pay and I said, "I want this to be a date, so you may not pay."
"OK," she said, and blushed again.
We got candy and went into the theater to see the movie. The show was OK, not Oscar-worthy but fun. Afterwards we walked over for pizza, and I was thinking deja-vu. While chatting with Katherine was fun, Gemma was even easier to talk to. She sat next to me, and every now and then our thighs brushed together, sending tingles through me.
When we were done, we walked back home. It took a long time, and I held her hand the entire time.
"I had fun," I told her as we got close to her house.
"I did, too," she said.
We walked up to her porch and stopped before she went in.
"Next week?" I asked.
"OK," she replied.
I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. When I pulled back, she was blushing, but she looked happy, so I leaned in again and kissed her lightly on the lips. I pulled back, smiled at her and said, "See you Monday!" and wandered home, happily.
When I got home, Mom asked, "So, how was it?"
"It was really good!" I said. "We had a lot of fun. We are going to go out next week, too!"
"That's good," Mom said.
"I do have one question, though," I said.
"Ask away," she replied.
"How should I behave in school?" I asked. "I've seen others who are dating, and some couples are all over each other all the time. It seems like too much, but is that what Gemma would want?"
Mom considered it, then said, "Well, that may not be appropriate. On the other hand, if you just ignore her, then she will think that she has done something wrong, or that you are ashamed of being with her. Use common sense. You want to acknowledge that you are with her, make sure that people know that you are dating, but don't go crazy. Be affectionate to her, but not over the top. Most importantly, however, is to make sure that you occasionally surprise her by doing something nice."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"If you surprise her, do something that she is not expecting, but something that is nice, then she will feel that you really like her. It could be a simple thing, like when you are walking down the street, stop and run your hand down her neck and tell her that she is pretty, or if you know that she is running late one day and missed breakfast, bring her a little something to eat before school. Just things to let her know that you are thinking about her, that you care about her."
I thought about that, and it made a lot of sense. "Wow, who would have thought that I would get great dating advice from my mom!" I said.
"Why not? Who better to know what a woman wants than a woman?" she asked.
She gave me a little kiss on my nose and asked, "How did you end the night?"
"I gave her a little kiss on the cheek, and she seemed to like it, so I gave her a little kiss on the lips as well. Then I told her I'd see her Monday and I left."
"Should I send Girl to your room then?" she asked with a smile.
"Not tonight," I said. "I think I just want to enjoy this feeling."
"I'm proud of you," she said, and she grabbed me in a tight hug. "You're getting so mature," she whispered in my ear.
We held the hug for a minute, and I realized that her body pressing against mine felt very good. I whispered, "If I don't let go of you soon, I'm going to have to change my mind."
"Oh you!" she exclaimed, pushing me away with a laugh.
"Maybe it shouldn't be Girl that I ring for," I smiled at her.
"You are incorrigible!" she said. "Now go to bed!"
"Yes, Mother," I replied, and I followed her instructions.
I laid in my bed, thinking about the date, and I fell asleep with a smile on my face.
I called Gemma on Sunday to let her know once again that I had a nice time. Monday morning, I waited at the door to the school for Gemma. When she arrived, I gave her a little hug and grabbed her hand, walking her to her locker. At lunch, we sat together with our friends, who gave us a hard time about being a new couple. Gemma was blushing, but I just sat there with a happy knowing smile on my face.
I took Mom's advice, and made sure that Gemma knew that I liked being with her, while at the same time I was not all over her. And every now and then, I made sure to surprise her, with a note, or a little present, or a flower I had picked.
Over the next few weeks, we continued to date. Our good night kisses became progressively hotter. She was the one that first introduced her tongue into my mouth, though a few weeks later it was me that cupped her breast in my hand while we were kissing in the park around the corner from her house. My resolve to avoid using Girl after my dates went out the window after that night.
One day we were hanging out at my house, lounging by the pool. I was enjoying swimming and playing with her, especially considering the skimpy bikini that she was wearing. We had just dried each other off when she said, "I left my bag in your room, and I want to show you something." She grabbed my hand and dragged me to my room.
When we got there, I walked over and picked up her bag. I turned to her and said, "What did you want to show me?"
"This," she answered as she slipped off her bikini top.
I dropped her bag and stared at her. She had perfect tits. Not huge, but they fit her body perfectly, and were so tight and firm! The tips of the nipples were light pink and erect, pointed right at me. She walked, no, she stalked right up to me and I groaned as she pushed me onto my bed. She straddled my lap and ground her crotch into mine as she pressed her nipples into my bare chest. Her mouth attacked mine, and I was soon cupping one of those fabulous breasts in my hand.
We went at it hot and heavy for a while, and then she rolled off of me, moving her head down to my chest. I squirmed as she took my sensitive nipple into her mouth, and then gasped as she slipped a hand under the waistband of my shorts and grabbed my cock.
She looked up at me and said, "Take them off!"
I managed to push down my shorts while she retained a firm grip on my rod. She moved down to examine it for the first time. She ran her fingers all around it and jerked it up and down.
"You're very good at that," I gasped.
"I have an internet connection," she said. "I've seen movies before. But I've never played with one."
"Feel free to play as much as you like," I told her.
She complied, and was jacking me off really well. I groaned as she swiped the tip with her tongue. I was getting to the edge quickly, so I warned her that I was going to cum. She got onto her hands and knees near my hip, watching intently as my balls pulled in and I moaned as my cock shot its load.
I squirted over my stomach, and a stray pull on my cock caused some to shoot on her chest as well. After a minute, I relaxed onto the bed and Gemma put her head onto my chest, watching my cock shrink as she played with the puddle of cum on my stomach.
"Does it taste good?" she asked.
"I don't know," I replied. "I've never tasted it."
She looked up at me and said, "I'll taste it if you will."
I thought about it, and figured that enough women seemed to like it. "OK," I agreed, "but I want it from there." I was pointing to her breast, where one spurt had landed. She smiled and knelt by my head, offering me her breast. I first ran my tongue over her nipple, then I continued up to where the cum had splashed.
"How is it?" she asked.
"Well, it's not going to be my favorite food, but I've tasted worse," I told her honestly. Then I grabbed her other nipple into my mouth and sucked.
"Hey, that wasn't the deal," she complained.
"Want me to stop?" I asked.
"Not really," she replied, pulling away, "but it's my turn to taste." She leaned over my belly and ran a finger through my cum and held it up, looking at it. Then she looked at me, but instead of tasting her finger, she leaned over and ran her tongue through the puddle on my stomach.
"Interesting," she said, "Though I'd agree with you. It's not my favorite food."
"I've been told that it's better directly from the source," I said with a smile.
"Oh, you!" she exclaimed. "You're just trying to get your cock into the mouth of an innocent girl!"
"Guilty!" I said.
Then she surprised me by leaning over and sucking my entire shrunken cock into her mouth. I took a quick breath, and when she removed her mouth from my cock, it was not quite as shrunken.
"Satisfied?" she asked.
"Not nearly!" I said as I grabbed her and rolled her onto her back.
She shrieked and went "Ewww!" as I pressed my slimy stomach onto hers. I kissed her deeply, then moved down to suck her nipples into my mouth. Her breathing got much heavier as I worked her over. Then I moved further down her body, until I was lying between her legs.
I looked up and saw her watching me, and I could see that she was holding her breath as I slowly began lowering her bikini bottoms. I slid down her body, pulling them off, until I was standing next to the bed, looking down at her naked body. She looked at my body as well, and she closed her legs as she realized that I was standing there with my cock in the full upright and locked position. She looked nervous, and I realized that she thought I was getting ready to fuck her. I leaned down and pulled my shorts back on.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"We're not ready to go all the way, and I don't want you to be nervous," I told her. "Besides, with you looking as sexy as you are, I want to make sure that there is something in the way if I lose control." I was telling the truth, but I could see that she was pleased with the fact that I thought that I could lose control around her.
I crawled back onto the bed, and she didn't resist as I spread her legs. I lay down between her legs and looked up at her. She raised her head so that she could see what I was doing. Her pussy was a tight line, though I could see it engorged a little. I pried her open and looked at her pink inner lips. They looked, I don't know, fresh. Clean. Beautiful. She may have had some trepidation about licking me at the beginning, but I had no such qualms. I ran my tongue from the bottom to the top of her crack, and she arched her back from the bed as she groaned.
"What are you doing to me?" she breathed.
"I thought you said that you had an internet connection?"
"I do, but it can't really feel that good!" she said.
"Oh, just wait!" I said with a smile, and I really went to work. I thought she tasted amazing, and I let her know it through my actions. I sucked and licked and nibbled and in far too short a time she had her ass in the air and she was screaming in orgasm. I kept sucking until she pushed my head away, complaining that it was too much.
I crawled up her body until my hard, shorts covered crotch ground against her wet, bare one.
I looked her in the eye and asked with a smile, "Was it good for you?"
"Oh, yeah!" she said, and she grabbed my head and gave me a kiss. Just seconds into the kiss she pushed my head away and said, "Ewwww!"
"What?" I asked.
"I don't like the taste on your mouth!" she said.
"Sorry," I said. "I guess you're lucky that it's my favorite taste in the world!"
I got up and went into my bathroom to wash my face off. When I got back, I stood there looking at her. She looked drained, and her fingers were playing in the small tuft of light blonde hair over her pussy.
She saw me standing there and beckoned me over. I climbed on top of her again, and this time she was more forthcoming as we swapped spit for a while.
"You are definitely going to have to do that to me again!" she said.
I smiled and started down her body, but she stopped me, saying, "Not now!"
We lay together for a few minutes before we stood and got dressed, or rather, she got dressed, and I changed my shorts, which had a big wet stain on the front of them. I walked her home, and when I kissed her good bye, she slipped something in my pocket.
"What's that?" I asked.
"It's my panties," she said. "When I cleaned up, I was so wet that I used it to wipe myself off. Since you liked the taste so much, I thought you might like it."
"You are amazing," I said, giving her another kiss. "But you should know, when these become less ... flavorful, I'm going to expect a replacement!"
The next morning at breakfast, my mother asked, "Did you have a nice time with Gemma yesterday?"
"Yup!" I said happily.
"She looked nice in that bikini," she observed.
"I thought so," I replied.
"I would have thought that after seeing her like that all day, you would have really put Girl through her paces, but she didn't sleep in your room last night."
I must have looked guilty, because she continued, "Or perhaps, your needs were otherwise met?"
When I didn't respond, she asked, "Have you slept with her?"
"No, but we did relieve each other," I said.
"How?" she asked.
"Mom!" I complained.
"Jake, you have seen your father fucking me, I think we can talk about this," she said. Then she stood and dropped her dress, leaving herself naked. "Does that help? Can you talk to me now?"
"I'll talk to you, but I'm not sure if that is better or worse!" I told her. Nevertheless, I told her, "She jerked me off, then I ate her."
"That doesn't seem fair," she said with a smile.
"I was satisfied with it," I replied.
"Are you going to have sex soon?" she asked.
"Probably, at some point," I said.
"Well, keep something else in mind. You may have done this before, quite a bit, but if Gemma is a virgin, then the first time will most likely be very important to her. Make sure that if you are doing it to her, there is some feeling there, and make it good for her. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mom," I said.
"Don't 'Yes, Mom,' me! Think about what I said. Really think about it!"
"I will, Mom," I replied.
"OK," She said.
The whole rest of the week, I was thinking about what Mom had told me. It affected me more than I had expected. Gemma complained that I was pulling away from her, and in some respects, I was. I was thinking about Gemma, and what she meant to me. I liked Gemma, I liked her a lot. But I also knew that I did not want to be dating one girl all through high school. Probably reasonably petty of me, but I wanted to see what many girls were like. And if that were the case, would it be fair to take Gemma's virginity?
We went out the next weekend, and Gemma invited me over to her house, where I discovered that her parents were not home. She pulled me into her room, and soon we were both naked. This time, she was not shy with her mouth, and we were soon locked into a 69. I have to admit, her pussy was the sweetest that I'd ever seen, though my experience was not huge. I was distracted by my task, and I was still hard after Gemma came on my face. She swung around, and put her face near mine. She was about to kiss me when she realized what the liquid all over my face was. She came close and sniffed it, but still wouldn't kiss me, however she was rubbing her pussy mound over my cock.
"Want to do it?" she asked me nervously.
I glanced at the clock, and said, "What time are your parents coming home?"
I knew what my answer was, but I didn't want to say why. Luckily, when she told me that they wouldn't be home for an hour, I was able to say, "I don't want our first time to be rushed. But I'd be happy to please you in other ways!"
"Me first!" she said, and she slithered down my body and took my cock in her mouth. It wasn't the best blow job I'd ever gotten, but seeing her sweet face around my cock made it certain that I would not last long. Soon I was warning her that I was cumming, and she pulled her mouth off of me, but continued jerking my cock with the tip pointed to her open mouth. The sight caused me to cum harder than expected, and I got her cheek and neck before she managed to reposition me so that I was cumming directly into her mouth. She closed her mouth to swallow, getting another spurt on her lips, then sucked the tip into her mouth to finish me off.
I collapsed back onto the bed, but she said, "None of that. We don't have a lot of time, and I was promised more!"
I rolled over and moved my face to hers. With no regard to what was on either of our faces, I gave her a deep kiss.
"I had your cum all over my face!" she said.
"I had your cum all over mine," I countered.
"I know!" she said, wiping her mouth.
"So a threesome with a sexy girl is out, huh?" I asked.
"Stop worrying about threesomes and get busy with this twosome!" she said, pushing me down her body.
I knelt at the side of the bed and pulled her legs over my shoulder. The pressure was off of me, so I took my time, using my tongue, lips and fingers to work her up to the edge over and over again. When I realized that time was getting short, I started sucking on her clit while rubbing my fingers on the top of her cunt, and she was soon arching off the bed, shoving her pussy into my face.
When she was done, I moved her legs onto the bed and went to the bathroom to wash off my face. As I was coming back in, I heard the front door open. I ran back to Gemma's room and said, "Your parents are home! I'm going to sneak out so they don't know I was here. You'd better get cleaned up and out of the room; it smells like you had sex!"
"OK!" she said, starting to move, and then grabbed me for a kiss. I did manage to sneak out without her parents seeing me.
All week long I was thinking about Gemma and I, and I realized what I needed to do, despite how much I didn't want to. I asked he to go for a walk one evening, and we went to a secluded part of the park.
"Listen Gemma, we need to talk," I said.
"About what?" she asked, running her hand up my arm.
I sat her in front of me and said, "Gemma, I think we need to break up."
"What?" she asked in shock. "Why would we need to do that?"
"I think we're moving too far, too fast. You're ready to lose your virginity, but I'm not ready to do that to you," I explained.
"Why not?" she asked. "What's wrong?" Her tears were already beginning.
"Look, Gemma, losing your virginity is important, and you should do it with someone you love, someone who will be with you. I know I must sound like a complete asshole, but I know that I want to date other people in high school, and I don't want to be just a temporary boyfriend that takes your virginity and dumps you. You should wait until its right."
"So you got what you wanted from me, got to see my naked body, got to play with it, and that's enough?" she yelled.
"It's not like that, and you know it," I told her. "I could have led you on, fucked you and then dumped you, but I didn't want that. I care about you. I want to remain friends with you, but I can't date you forever."
"You are an asshole, and you can forget ever being my friend!" and she stomped away.
I knew that it probably wouldn't go well, but it still hurt. I wandered back home and dropped into bed.
The next morning at school was awkward. I approached her to see if things were OK, but she just told me to leave her alone. I did, though since our friends were the same, we ended up together quite a bit. It was a tad polarizing between our friends, but most of them tried to stay out of the middle. I wouldn't talk about what happened. It was my philosophy that what happens between two people is not for others' consumption. However she did talk to some of our friends, and they were not happy with me, though I am not sure how much she told them.
Nevertheless, things went on like that for a few weeks. After the first few days the anger in Gemma faded, but the sadness was still there. She spent a lot of time leaning on her friends, but I spent my time alone in my room. I kept making small overtures to her, but she rejected all of them. Then, about a week after that, Gemma approached me at lunch in school and said, "I want to talk to you. Can you come over after school?"
"OK," I said. I was nervous about what she wanted.
After school, I got to Gemma's house, and I noticed that once again we were alone. My nervousness increased. We went into her living room and she asked me if I wanted a drink. When she brought me the Coke that I requested, she sat down across from me and just looked at me.
"You wanted to talk to me about something?" I asked.
She nodded and said, "I'm still pissed at you, and I'm hurt by what you did."
I started to reply, but she told me to be quiet.
"I thought about what you said, and some of it made sense, though I don't know why you are writing me off just because you think there may be other people out there that you might want to date."
Again, I started to reply and she talked over me.
"I don't care what you have to say. I'm sure that you have your reasons, and you think that they are perfectly valid. I don't agree, but that won't fix this." She took a deep breath and sighed. "Regardless of that, and notwithstanding this bone-headed move of yours, I do still like you. And I think that I still want to be friends with you. Not talking with you the last few weeks has been a lot harder than not dating you."
She sighed again, the looked up at me and said, "I guess what I'm saying is that I do still want to be friends with you."
"That's great," I said happily. "I really want to be friends with you, and I hated what happened!"
She held her arms open and I went to her and gave her a big hug. Then she pushed me away and said, "There's more, though."
I sat back down, my nerves rising again. "What?"
"You were right; I should lose my virginity to someone who will be there for me long term, someone I love. But what did you think would happen after you showed me how good it would be to be eaten the way you did?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, oblivious to her point.
"I mean, before we started dating I had played with myself, but I never came like you made me cum. Now what am I supposed to do? I want to feel the same way again! Should I go out and find any clown willing to go down on me? Jump the next guy that asks me out? What should I do?"
I didn't know how to respond. I hadn't thought about that. I didn't like the thought of her going with a jerk just to get relief. "You're right," I said. "I never thought of that. I'm so sorry."
"Well, you want me back as a friend, it's going to come with a price," she told me.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You may not want to date me anymore, and that's fine. But when I get so horny that I can't take it, I want your services."
"My services?" I asked in surprise. She couldn't be asking what I thought that she was asking.
She leaned forward and said, "That's right, buster, your services. I want your tongue at my disposal when I need it. You already told me that you would be dating around, so there won't be anyone serious in your life. Therefore, you shouldn't object to having to be with me. The thought doesn't disgust you, does it?"
"No! On the contrary. But are you sure about this?"
"Yup," she said. Then she stood up and came over to me. "Friends?" she asked. I stood up and hugged her again. Then she kissed my cheek and said, "Be ready when I ask," and she showed me the door.
Sure enough, about a week later she insisted I come to her house after school. She dragged me to her bedroom where she pulled her clothes off and laid down on her bed. She wouldn't let me undress, and she didn't do anything to me, but she let me spend almost an hour pleasuring her through multiple orgasms. When she was done, she surprised me by pulling me into a deep kiss, despite the juices on my face.
"Thanks, that was fun. Shut my door on your way out." I shook my head, feeling both used and amused. I looked over at her as I was walking out her door, and she was already falling asleep. I thought about it as I was walking home, and I was sure that if it was anyone else just using me like that, I might not put up with it, but Gemma was different. First of all, she was one of my best friends, and second of all, I felt that I had been unfair to her, and this was a reasonable penance. Of course, eating a gorgeous girl out on a regular basis wasn't that harsh a penance, and it was not like I'd end up too frustrated.
I went home and grabbed Girl, giving her a long pounding, thinking that this new relationship with Gemma wasn't all that bad.
Every about 2-4 weeks she would insist that I come to service her. Most times, it was just her, though occasionally she would want to suck my cock. All in all, not a bad relationship.