A Helping Hand

Lilyann is a dear friend to you, and as much as you admire her cute face and girlish body, you feel bad taking advantage of her.

"Lilyann, you are selling yourself short. You are absolutely gorgeous, and I would count myself lucky to be with you. But I don't want to take advantage of you," you tell her. "Plus," you say, trying to lighten to mood, "as you know, I can 'take care' of myself!" you finish with a lame smile.

She smiles, and gives a little laugh. "Oh, Darien. You are not only strong, but so sweet. Let me at least..." and reaches her small hand between you in bed.

She quickly finds your cock (you like to sleep in the nude after a few drinks), and her cool fingers play with the shaft as you rapidly harden. You still feel a little bad, but her smooth skin and gentle touch quickly drive the reason out of your head.

"Um, I'm not sure exactly what to do, so I'm just going to imitate what I saw from you. Does this feel okay?"

"It feels wonderful, Lilyann. Maybe try gripping it more firmly, like the hilt of a sword."

"Like this?" she asks, changing her grip to long, slow strokes. "Your...thing is so big, I need to use both of my hands!" she giggles.

"Call it a cock, my dear."

"Your...cock. It feels good. It's so hard, yet soft. It feels angry but also wonderful. What should I do next?"