What kind of story would it be if he wasn't?

Heading over to the wall of the garage Jessica quickly pulled off her shorts, revealing a hairless pussy that Eric could see was glistening with wetness and Jessica carefully laid them on the ground before asking "Have you ever done anything with a woman" she said as she looked back at him.

Nervous panic began to suddenly rise in him; of course he hadn't done anything! He'd never had any confidence with women and while he'd watched copious amounts of porn (as any teenage boy with access to the internet would admit) and thus had an idea of what to do... the truth was that Jessica's hug and hand on his knee was about as far as he'd ever gotten.

Sensing his hesitation she leaned up against the wall and spread her legs "It's ok. Everybody has to learn somewhere, I need you to come over here and eat me out; I was... taking care of myself before you um... found me."

Hesitantly shuffling forward in the dark, the Nerd turned pocket hulk was trembling with a million impulses; fear about being inadequate or hurting her, lust for her and the opportunity at physical intimacy, a primal urge to just pull out his swelling meat and stuff her like a thanksgiving turkey and legitimate concern for her and her own issues. It was like a god damn centrifuge spinning him apart into constituent bits of his being as he got down on his knees and placed trembling hands on her fit thighs and took a moment to try and focus his thoughts with a deep breath.

And for the first time pretty much all day, his nervousness and hormones and stress and overthinking seemed to slow down. The good smell, the smell that had led him to investigate under the bleacher was flooding his senses... and at the same time it was like it was dulling his thoughts and impulses; everything seemed to melt away as he took it in. The part of his brain that always analyzed and considered and thought about things was vaguely aware that while the smell was strongest from her vaj it wasn't just that, it seemed to be seeping from every pore on her exposed skin. Almost in a daze, he let out his tongue (which had gotten thicker as his jawline had widened) and gave a taste of one of the beads of dew that had formed on her lips.

The flavor ~and texture~ dredged up memories of an expensive jar of honey that his mom had gotten from somewhere; there was a viscosity and sweetness to it that seemed to coat his tongue and lips in a way that some dull memories of trips to porn hub inferred wasn't normal. Not that he especially cared at the moment as he began licking Jessica's nethers like an ice-cream cone from top to bottom, his efforts being rewarded by more of the syrupy fluid. Through the haze of pleasurable sensations he became aware of Jessica's hand on the back of his head; he wasn't sure if she was trying to guide him or brace herself but the slow realization that her trembling hips were grinding her pussy into his face inferred that she was enjoying it, as was her trembling breath and subdued moans.

For Eric, as the smell and flavor intoxicated him his thoughts became less coherent and more dull time seemed to... cease. He could have been doing this for minutes or years but none of it mattered to him, just the rhythm of the movements and the combination of taste and smell... at least until he suddenly felt Jessica's pelvis spasm in orgasm and an almost concentrated shot of the delicious dew seemed to rocket across his outstretched tongue and down his throat. Something about this caused the young man's mind to reboot as he felt her hands gently pat the top of his head... she was speaking... saying something...

"Thank you Eric" she said as while trying to bring her breathing under control. There was a different quality to her voice he noticed; it was like all the stress and anxiety that she'd had was gone, replaced by a sort of blissful tone he hadn't heard from her before. Beyond that there was... a quality to the good smell coming from her now that was different then before, as though it was less sharp and more... mellow.

"Your.. your welcome" he managed to say as he realized how close he'd gotten and suddenly backed up and got back to his feet, some of the innate nervousness creeping back into him as he saw her begin pulling her shorts back on. As he did so he suddenly becme aware of the damp sticky sensation in his briefs and also how hard he was... in front of the most popular girl in school who was staring at his crotch.

"I should take care of that" she said in the same dreamy tone.