Eating pussy

Heather grabbed Zack by the hand and led him deeper into the woods.

"How is this going to help me with Victoria?" Zack said, making sure that it didn't sound like he was complaining.

"Guys who know what they're doing in bed are more confident in general," Heather pulled him into a densely wooded area, then started opening her backpack. "It shows in everything they do. Here, help me stretch this out."

She threw a blanket out to him, and he grabbed the other end. She was moving so fast that he didn't have time to question it. They pulled it taut, and placed it on the ground.

Heather kept going: "And there's one main thing that separates the guys who know what they're doing from the guys who don't. You can be terrible at everything else...but if you know how to treat a pussy..." she bit her lip and shook her head.

The weight of what was about to happened landed in Zack's stomach, and didn't quite reach his groin, yet.

Heather made sure the blanket was smooth, then unbuttoned her shorts. She looked up and smiled at Zack, as if realizing he was there. Then turned around and lowered them slowly. Her ass wasn't Victoria's, but it was cheerleader-tight, and clad in nothing but a burgundy thong that disappeared between her cheeks.

"I always pack small underwear on trips," Heather said. "It's better for luggage space."

She looked back at Zack, and wiggled her ass. "What are you doing?"

"What am I doing?" Zack asked.

"Grab it."

He came up closer to her, and gently ran his fingers along her ass.

She sighed, then reached around and squeezed his fingers harder, for him. "You won't break it. Once a girl has said she's going to have sex with you, you pretty much have permission to do what you want. Take the initiative."

"Are we going to have sex?" He asked.

"Probably," she said. "Take my thong off. Sensually."

He went down to his knees, and ran his fingers along the waistband. Then he bit it with his teeth, and peeled it slowly off her.

She mewled. "Good. Really good, Zack."

He didn't say anything. Instead, he just reached up between her legs and ran his finger along her shaven mound. It was wet, far wetter than he'd thought it would be.

She gasped. "I get really wet...really fast. You're lucky with that. Victoria might not be the same way."

Victoria... Zack thought about his crush for one moment. What would she think about this? In the woods, about to give her best friend oral sex. It might lead to problems later on. It might lead to bad problems.

Heather walked over to the blanket, and lied down, her pussy facing toward him. It was a gorgeous, perfect pink, with slightly outstretched labia, but tight and thin, despite how many times he suspected it'd been used. Heather ran a finger over her clit, and gasped. She tried to speak over her own heavy breathing.

"Come on, Zack. Time for your lesson."