James, mid twenties, worked in an open plan office writing code for industrial 3-D printers and CNC machines. The nearest person to his desk was Alice, three years his junior.
Alice did the same work and was a high performer. However, James found her naïveté and unworldly outlook highly amusing and often left him with a story to tell his mates after work.
“What do you think of the new keyboards?” She asked James.
“Not worth a wank, I’m going to go out and look in the skips for my old one.”
“What is a wank, exactly? she asked.
Suppressing a laugh, James sighed and started an explanation, “It’s a British word regarded as vulgar by some people, it can be a noun or a verb. You do not need it in your vocabulary, I should have chosen a better word. It means masturbation.”
“Is that like playing with yourself and how would it relate to a keyboard?”
“Let’s go and get a coffee after work, we will have a chat about it,” said James thinking he might pick up some more amusing anecdotes.
At the coffee shop James continued his discourse on the meaning of the word wank.
“A mate of mine who was in the navy said that after months of isolation in an all male world, some guys would resort to paying someone to masturbate them. Therefore a wank can be used as a unit of currency particularly if the object or service isn’t worth much.”
“Got it, but why would someone pay for a wank when they could do themselves?”
“The receiver could close his eyes and visualise his girlfriend, the captain’s wife or this month’s Penthouse Pet.”
Alice didn’t know what a Penthouse Pet was but decided not to ask any more questions. The coffee shop was the nearest thing she had ever experienced to a date and it seemed quite exciting.
They continued the coffee shop visits most days after work and had a few lunches together.
A couple of weeks later, James took Alice to the cinema and they held hands on the way out.
Heady stuff for Alice and more so when they went to James’ apartment.
Alice was amazed that James had travelled in a number of countries and revelled in his overseas photos.
“I looked up masturbation on Google, that was a revelation,” she suddenly said, changing the topic, “I’m not sure what parts of some of those videos depict normal behaviour and which parts are fantasy.”
James moved closer to her and touched her arm, “when we are out and I hold your hand, do you get any feeling or pleasure from that?” he asked.
“It puts a tingle of pleasure through my body.”
“Great, it’s a very good sign, have you ever been kissed by a boy?” he asked.
“Not properly, I have always done my best to avoid it, once a boy got ideas about putting his hands under my clothes. I kneed him in the groin and felt even less inclined to get too close to boys.”
James kissed her passionately and she responded with gusto. They slid down to a horizontal position on the couch hugging and kissing. He received no resistance to fondling her breasts over her clothing.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this but I want you to do to me whatever you would do to an experienced girl in these circumstances. Whatever is normal,” she exclaimed.
“Normal is whatever two consenting adults agree to do, particularly if they both find it fun or satisfying, what would you say to taking your shirt off?”
Alice started undoing her shirt buttons revealing fine looking breasts. James undid her bra and released them. He kissed her on the lips, spent some time on her breasts and moved down and kissed her belly button.
“I think I’m ready to go the whole way but I’m going to need a lot of guidance.” she observed.
“I can’t wait to get your pants off but we need to talk about preventing pregnancy and I have been with other girls, perhaps you would like to see a negative STD test? We should gradually increase the petting and we will know when it’s time.”
Two days later and they were on the bed at Alice’s apartment, both naked, and Alice was introduced to the world of erections and penises. James ran his fingers over her bush and felt a hint of moisture.
The gala night eventually arrived, James’ STD test was clear, he had bought lube and Alice was on the pill.
Alice, at James’ place, suggested they dim the lights and get under the covers.
After a little foreplay, James went under the covers and visited her pussy which he investigated fully with his tongue and fingers. Lifting his head for air he said, “Sorry, we have never discussed oral sex, hope that didn’t shock you.”
“Don’t stop, we can talk later.”
When James surfaced he reached for the lube. Alice’s smile indicated he was heading in the right direction.
He put some lube on his right forefinger and and worked it in to her, a second squirt went to her pussy lips. The cold lubricant startled her for a second but the sensation quickly wore off.
James spent some time rubbing his cock against her labia graduating to insertion a short way until the KY jelly and her natural lube allow him to slip all the way in and start gentle in and out movement. Suddenly he was forced to give in to the need to finish and he held her tightly as his erection slackened then he relished the feeling of soaking in a pool of cum and lube.
“You are clever, good looking and now we find you are sexy too,” James said with huge smile.
“Next time we go under the covers I’m going to give you a blow job. I watched an instructional video. I’m not sure about the spit or swallow bit but with your patience and kindness I’m sure I will manage.”