"cor-pus cav-er-no-sum"

Paul briefly got to admire how huge and well-furnished Jessica's home was, but when she asked him if he wanted anything, a drink of something, and he said "No," she took that as her cue to lead him directly up the winding stairwell to her bedroom.

For Paul, it was a bit of culture shock. The whole bedroom seemed to be a kind of pastel hot pink, decorated haphazardly with stars and rainbows and glitter. It was dominated by a huge satiny bed with fluffy fringe and lots of big soft heart-shaped pillows, accompanied by a stuffed unicorn.

Jessica carefully shut the door behind them before asking Paul to sit on the foot of the bed. "Paul, I've just been meaning to say ... that was so brave, what you did in biology today."

"Brave?" He had simply obeyed his teacher. "Thanks. So listen, we've been working on reproduction lately, I know I'd like to work on the cell division -- "

"The penis," Jessica blurted out boldly. "I mean, I'm sorry, Paul, maybe we can do cell division a little later, but you really inspired me, all I've been able to think about all afternoon is the penis, I've really been boning up on it. Paul, I know this is a little weird, but this is biology ... could you just pull it out and show it to me? Please?"

Being in no mood to quarrel with Jessica Simmons in her bedroom, he unzipped.

There it was again, like in class: the rising eyebrows above the lazy eyelids, the soft whimpering sigh, the tilt of the head -- the classic cliche of a girl falling in love. She sat down next to him. "I need to touch it, just to get a feel for it, I need to know." When he failed to object instantly, she went for it. "Oh, wow, it's so heavy, and it's so thick, just look, it's soft and I can't even get the fingers of my little girl hands all the way around it!" It seemed to him that her breathing was getting harder, deeper, more ragged. "Paul, I need to know -- what gets it hard?" Misreading his hesitation, she instantly began to worry. "Do you like girls?"

"Totally ... !"

"Do you find me sexually attractive?"

"Absolutely ... !"

"Are you a leg man?" Even as she asked, she unsnapped and slipped her jeans right off her long silky legs, revealing black lacy panties. "Or an ass man? Bruno was an ass man."

"In more ways than one," Paul confessed. "Oh, I'm sorry."

"Oh, don't be sorry, I totally agree," she said cheerfully. "Wait, I know ... are you a tit man?" Paul was stunned as she quickly pulled her blouse off and then unsnapped and flung away her conspicuously large strong bra. As his penis began to react, she gasped sharply. "Oh, wow, you're definitely a tit man!"

She seemed truly impressed, however, as his erection went right on slowly plumping and telescoping, before arriving at long last at its fullest volume and hardness.