Junior Year, 93-94. Megan B. March

then to my abdomen. It didn’t take a genius to figure out where he was going. Pulling off my panties, he asked me to relax and began to kiss around my legs, slowly moving inward, flicking his tongue and sucking down there. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. My body responded automatically as I moved my hips ever so slightly and rhythmically to Jensen's delicious torture of my sexual center. He brought me to climax quickly and I had to pull a pillow over my mouth to stifle my cries so the whole house didn't hear them. I didn't remove it until the tension in my body eased considerably and I felt his kisses moving up my abdomen and back to my neck again.

      After tossing the pillow aside, I held his head in my hands. "Wow, that was … unexpected." I didn’t know how else to voice what I felt.

      "Unexpected?"

      "No, it was amazing. I meant unexpected in that I didn't know what that would be like. I'd like to try it on you." I felt inspired to try something new and different with him.

      "You don't have to, really. I don't want you to think I expect you to reciprocate."

      When I insisted, Jensen and I traded places and I began kissing him down his chest and abdomen, running my tongue between his chiseled stomach muscles. He shivered a little as I got down to his briefs and pulled them off. The Calvin Klein’s he usually wore looked so hot.

      Tossing them aside, I immediately wrapped my hands around his most esteemed body part. Just as I was about to circle the rim with my tongue, Jensen slightly moved and I could hear him open his drawer and rifle around. He then handed me a small package that turned out to be a grape flavored condom. I eyed it and then eyed him. What was this for? Did he want to have sex instead?

      "Do you want me to stop?" I questioned out of confusion, feeling a little awkward.

      "No, why?" Jensen cocked his head, not understanding my question at first. He laughed quietly when I touched the condom in his hand. "This is for you in case you don't want to swallow, or you want to taste something familiar."

      I felt my face burn with embarrassment as my mouth turned into a little ‘oh.’ I eyed him tentatively.

      "Emery once told me that some girls don't like to do it and need some kind of an incentive." I raised an eyebrow and he shrugged. "Even though I haven't run into that, it just seemed like good manners to have something and to offer the option." Although I knew he'd had other sexual partners, I certainly didn't want to dwell on them going down on him, so I focused only on me being with him at that moment.

      "I'm beginning to think this may have been pre-meditated," I teased.

      Jensen shrugged. "Believe it or not, it wasn't. I've always had those available, like I said," he explained.

      I took the condom out of his hand, knowing that I would probably use it, but not at first. I wanted to know what skin-to-mouth was like, and he deserved it as well since he hadn't insisted on using anything when he had gone down on me. Wait, was there even something he could have used? I'll ask him later.

      Turning on my listening and observation skills, I took him in my mouth and noticed a small amount of liquid at the tip that tasted a little salty. His skin was soft, yet firm, and I tried different things like licking him slowly from base to tip, and sucking and taking him as deep into my mouth as I could. I found when I spent the most time at the tip, sucking, flicking, or swirling my tongue around it, that it elicited the response I was going for: a full body shudder, a few moans, or his frantic whispering of “yes."

      Jensen held my head carefully, pulling my hair back into a makeshift pony tail with his hand as I worked, and when I knew I had him close I opened the wrapper and took the condom out. It certainly smelled good. I put it on him and took him back into my mouth. Mmmm … it tastes good, too. I sucked hard and went as deep as I could go, moving faster to mimic nearing the end of our regular sexual encounters. He buckled in half, holding my head softly.

      "Oh, fuck! Yes!" he intensely whispered as he cradled my head in his hands. That was my cue he was there, and seconds later I felt the tip of the condom fill up as he lightly pulsed in my mouth. He fell back onto his pillow, breathing rapidly. "Jesus, that was … fuck!"

      I made my way back up his body slowly, kissing the entire way. When I got to his lips, he kissed my forehead and motioned to the condom, saying that he’d be right back after taking it off. There was no wastebasket in his room and he often had to leave his bed right after we had sex to throw it away. I didn't mind this time, though, because it usually only took a second and it gave me time to crawl under the covers. However; I did make a mental note to pick a wastebasket up at the store. A few seconds later, Jensen came back and climbed underneath the covers with me. I laid my head on his shoulder and had my left arm across his chest.

      "So, how did you learn to do that?" he asked. "Have you ever done it before?"

      "No, you were my first. Was it OK?"

      "‘Was it OK, she asks.’ Did you not hear me? Holy shit it was hot!"

      "Hot. I would have settled for great," I giggled. "If you must know how I learned, I read up on it. My mom had some sex books in her top drawer. They were very informative." I continued to giggle. "In all seriousness, they were helpful. I figured I'd probably do it sometime, so I studied. I also paid attention to your reactions and figured out what you liked. What about you? You've done that before, haven’t you?" I said, more than asked.

      "What makes you think I didn't read up on it like you? I am totally into the Kama Sutra."

      "Ha! I don't believe that for a second. Do you even know what Kama Sutra is?"

      "Actually, you're right … I plead the fifth. That wasn't my first brush with oral sex."

      The mood changed in that very moment and we were then talking about something I had already sensed anyway. We pick the most inopportune times to talk about his past sexual history.

      "You and Alyna," I said softly.

      "Yes, and a few of my other girlfriends. Mostly I was on the receiving end, but I did give it to a few other girls besides Alyna."

      I was quiet as I regarded his honesty. I wondered why we hadn't ever talked about his oral sex partners, just his sex partners. Weren't they the same?

      "Why are you so quiet? Does that upset you?" he asked after a moment of pause.

      "I guess I'm just curious why you didn't include the 'few other girls' you gave oral sex to in your count of people you've had sex with."

      "I did. There were only two others besides Alyna. Anne-Marie and Savannah, the girl I lost my virginity to."

      "Oh! Sorry, I misunderstood."

      After that night, although on the menu, we seemed to save oral sex for special times together, or when we really needed to focus on each other. I made sure I kept a supply of flavored condoms in the drawer at my house, especially for those special times, and Jensen kept his usual stash.

      Back to the present, Jensen’s thoughts were now off Nate and had definitely returned to what was going on between the two of us. He stroked my head as I continued to follow his happy trail south. After that, there was no need to watch the rest of Sliver.