He has to oblige, doesn't he?

It's only proper to oblige. She needs practice.

As soon as his tongue touched her breast she immediately erupted into goosebumps -- the feeling of someone aside from her near any of her privates totally and completely foreign. He smirked.

"Nervous?" He asked, bringing himself back up to her neck.

"I'm trying my best not to shake right now." She laughed nervously.

"I'm really going to be your first, aren't I?"

"W-well wh-when you put it like that..."

"Nobody else has even...?"

"I..."

He put a finger up to her lips. "It's okay." He felt the bulge in his underwear stretch as he flexed himself. "We all learn sometime. I'll take it slow, okay?"

She nodded. He went back down, kissing slowly, each kiss sending her into a fury of emotions. Confusion, fear, lust...she knew as well how bad this was. How wrong it was.

It made her all the more wet.

His tongue made contact once again, and this time he latched onto her nipple and pulled gently. She immediately whimpered and instinctively grabbed his head and gripped onto Tyler's hair.

She felt the sensation go from her nipple, to her head...to her vagina. He pulled off and gave it a lick and she shuddered.

"You're so sensitive." He said, kissing her breast.

"Sorry," She said, letting her hand run through his hair for a moment, "I-I'm not, um, you know...I'm so nervous."

He looked up at her, face half hidden behind her boobs. "I'll continue with that part of the lesson some other time. You asked me what it felt like when a boy toyed with you. Breasts are just one part..." He made his way back up again and kissed her. She felt his hand glide across her body, dragging his fingernails along her sternum and then against her stomach. He let his fingers do small circles on her tummy and she flinched, flexing. He then moved down slowly...slower...

Slower...

He put his hand down her shorts and she nearly fainted. Red, panting, the only emotion she felt now was pure lust.

His fingers went along her boyshorts and stopped where it became wet. Then, he applied more pressure.

"O-oh fuck," She whispered. She was trembling now.

He slid his middle finger down and she tensed even more. He went down to the base, and then back up. Slowly. The amount of tedium with each stroke made her only want more and more.

Stroke. He would kiss her.

Stroke. To her ear he went.

Stroke. His other hand fondled her breast.

Stroke. Back to kissing.

"P-put it in th- my panties." She managed. She was now a sopping, wet mess.

He grinned. "Beg me."

"Tyler...please."

"Didn't you say you wanted a dom?"

"Pleeease, please, Tyler."

"Please what?" He grinned as he made his way up to her boyshort elastic, his fingers taking it and stretching it before making it slap back down. "C'mon...work for it."

"Please, fuck, please p-put your fingers in my panties."

"What good are they going to do in there?"

"They're g-going to finger fuck me until I cum bunches for Mr. Stone."

'Ehh. At least she's getting the hang of it.' He thought.

"Good girl." He slid himself down her bald pussy and found himself at her clit. As soon as he made contact, she came.

What?

"Ahn!" She moaned, thrusting in the air. He knew what an orgasm looked like -- and the way she rolled her eyes in the back of her head and pushed the back of her head hard against her pillow -- he made her cum. She bucked and bucked on his finger, massaging herself with his digit. "Fuck!" She squeaked, setting herself down and breathing hard.

"D-did I...?" He asked.

"Oh my goodness." She grabbed the pillow from underneath her head and buried herself in it. "I'm so embarrassed."

He tried his best not to even so much as give a playful chuckle. "Hey... it's okay. Look -- it's fine."

"It's not." She sighed into the pillow. "I can't even fucking last a guy just so much as touching my privates."

He pulled the pillow off of her face. "Hey. It's okay. You'll gain a resistance to it eventually. It's like your first time drinking -- you think it's embarrassing you got shitfaced on two shots and a beer, and then eventually you get so good you can posh off a whole nights worth with friends. Look -- we'll stop there, okay? Let's get some sleep."

"Y-yeah, but..."

"Yeah?"

She couldn't meet his eyes. "If we sleep, you'll have to leave tomorrow."

"Then let's continue."

"If you touch me again, I'll probably just cum again."

It piqued his interest. "Is that supposed to be a bad thing to me?"

"It's bad to me. I wanna cum from -- you know...u-um, you actually putting things inside of me."

"So..." He looked down at himself.

"N-not tonight. I-I don't think..."

He kissed her lips. "I get what you mean. Next time for sure."

"Wh-when is next time? Won't it seem suspicious if you come here so often?"

"Not if Kaitlyn thinks I'm just gone for the weekend. I don't have to tell her where I'm going."

"O-oh. So...next week, then?"

"Next week? My next day off is two days from now. You bet I'm going out of town for that."

"For me?"

"I meant it when I said I wanted my tongue on every part."

She blushed hard. "A-and I have a skirmish matchup in two weeks with another volleyball team. You could convince Kaitlyn to come and we could sneak off and--"

"Sneaking off now, eh? You must like me."

Redder she went. "I...um, well, I mean our coaching time with y-you and me is so limited a-and--"

He giggled. "I'm just kidding. I'm definitely down to sneak off and play around with this little body again. For now let's just get some sleep."

"B-but...I never, um..."

"You never?"

She gestured down to him. "You know."

He waved her off dismissively. "We can do plenty of that when we're sneaking around. I want you to get some sleep."

She sighed. "Will you at least sleep up here with me?"

"Of course. You'll be sleeping naked, however."

"What?"

"I'm your dom, too, remember? Do what I fucking tell you." He put a little 'umph' in his voice for that one.

"Yes sir." She squeaked. She couldn't help but crack a smile.

She began stripping.