T hree days elapsed and I was beginning to worry that we scared Mark off – or worse yet, that he'd lost interest in me. Maybe he would find a regular girl. I wondered why he was interested in me at all. Lot's of crazy things went through my head, but Aunt Mazzie did her best to comfort me.

Then Mark texted to my cell phone.

Mark: Miss you
Me: Same here – why don't you come over?
Mark: I'd rather not – can you meet me somewhere?
Me: No, you come here
Mark: Is your aunt there?
Me: Yes, of course
Mark: She's got me really freaked out
Me: She's right here – let me check with her
Mark: k
Me: She said it's okay to come over as long as you behave
Mark: She still makes me nervous
Me: I was hoping you wouldn't chicken out
Mark: Ok, I'll be there in fifteen minutes
Me: Ok, see you then

I nervously waited for Mark to arrive. I knew things would never be the same again, but I hoped they would be better.

When he arrived, I let him in – no kiss, and visibly nervous. We went into the living room and sat on the couch. Mark left space between us, but I move right next to him, hoping to reassure him, but he seemed even more nervous.

"Do you feel like my being close to you is somehow endangering you?" I asked.

"No, of course not," returned Mark, "I just don't want to mess up again."

Aunt Mazzie entered the room and heard Mark. She responded, "Messing up is what guys do best!"

Mark remained silent. I didn't normally take the lead, but I had to take his hand, because he wasn't taking mine.

"Guys aren't born knowing how to act around girls," said Aunt Mazzie, "So you need to learn, and you'll make mistakes along the way. That's okay as long as they are small mistakes."

"Not like the one I made," Mark acknowledged.

"That was a pretty bad one," agreed my aunt, "But Rachel and I see potential in you, and I hope you can recover your previous relationship, but in a more gentlemanly manner."

"I promise to do my best," Mark replied. Aunt Mazzie told him that "Gentleman Mark" was welcomed here any time.

My aunt left the room, and Mark asked, "May I kiss you?"

"Of course you can!" I replied, bringing my lips to his. It was wonderful to kiss him again – I was so happy to have him back.

We made out for a few minutes, then I said, "Mark, I have to ask you something – why are you interested in me, and not a regular girl?"

"You are beautiful, and I really like you," Mark said, once again seeming nervous. This seemed to be a sensitive area for him, so I needed to proceed cautiously.

"I think there may be something more," I said, "You asked me to be your girl right after I got wet."

"I found you really attractive," Mark said, "That's all."

"Now Mark," I said, "I need you to be completely honest with me – do you like what I have between my legs?"

"Kind of," he admitted sheepishly, "But I never really saw it except through your swimsuit."

"It's okay," I assured him, "I'm glad you like it – some boys would be put off by it."

"I know it's not normal for a guy to like that sort of thing," Mark said, "I wouldn't have admitted it to anyone but you."

I reached under my skirt and slipped off my panties, placing them on the couch next to me. Then I put Mark's hand on my knee – he was really nervous now, so I pulled him toward me, and we kissed. As we did, his courage returned, and I felt his hand moving up my leg. I spread my legs to give him full access and soon he was holding me in his hand. I responded and he fondled me to full erection as the passion of my kisses increased.

"That's really nice," I said, "Please keep going."

"I like it too," agreed Mark, "I've never done this before, but I feel a little nervous about it."

"Girls have a clitty there," I said, "Would it be better if you thought of it as my clitty?"

"That's a really great way to think about it," Mark said, "I'd like to get to know your clitty better."

Aunt Mazzie returned and Mark abruptly pulled his hand back.

"No need to stop on my account," she said, "It’s good for you two to get to know each other better, but if you'd like more privacy, why not go to Rachel's bedroom? And don't forget the panties."

My aunt was so wonderfully open-minded, catching Mark completely by surprise. I led him to my bedroom, sat on the edge of my bed and lifted my skirt for him. My hard little clitty waited for Mark's attention.

He knelt on the floor in front of me and took my clitty into his hand and continued to fondle me.

"Would you like to suck me?" I asked. Mark hesitated and said, "I don't know if I'm ready for that yet."

"How about just holding it in your mouth for a little bit?" I asked, "Just to get acquainted."

Mark nervously brought his head to closer and took me into his mouth. It felt wonderful – even though he didn't move his tongue at all, it was very arousing, and I looked forward to much more of this.

After about a minute I said, "That's fine for now – you can do more when you are ready."

Then Mark began to stroke my clitty – probably feeling obligated to finish what he started. I reached for some tissues and had them ready. In just a few minutes I came into the tissues, and then lay back on the bed.

Mark climbed onto the bed and lay next to me. "That was wonderful!" I said, "Thank you."

"Did it seem weird that I sucked you?" Mark asked.

"There is nothing at all weird about a gentleman going down on his lady," I insisted.

Mark smiled and replied, "I think I'm going to like being a gentleman."

Special thanks to my online friend Rachel Quinn for the inspiration for this story and much of the plot.

  To be continued . . .

Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.
    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)