Instead, I moved her so her sex was over my face. I concentrated on her next orgasm. “What are you doing?” she cried. She stroked me awkwardly, more exploring than masturbating me. She found a towel for me and said, “We probably won’t be able to talk much in the shower. The bartender, Chester, was trading horror stories about women with me since I recently ended a relationship that went sour. I had just turned nineteen, so I was awarded guardianship.”
“Let me get this straight. What can’t you do?”
“I can’t talk to most boys. Her eyes sparkled as she licked them. If I can’t, I’ll let you know.”
Interesting. The second kiss was a bit firmer, and as we held it, Beth shook slightly and melted against me. “I saw movies of girls sucking on a guy’s dick. I looked up at her and saw her grinning at me. I’m old enough to be your father.”
She seemed to think for a minute, then leaned forward and looked straight into my eyes. Before we got to the top of
