The other 18 year old girl next door: Part 2

Francesca is a clever girl but has lots to learn. Roger hopes he'll be the boy to teach her.

Dating was different in the 1970's.
You couldn't just hide behind a computer screen and slide into a girl's DM's and you couldn't just text her mobile either.
That was all science fiction!

In fact, sometimes you couldn't even call her on a landline because lots of houses just didn't have them.

No, if you wanted to ask a girl out, you had to take a deep breath, look her in the eye and ask her face to face.
And, of course, you had to be ready to deal with the consequences if she turned you down.
It could be a daunting prospect, but it was the only way.

So that was what I was going to have to do.

If I wanted Fran to go out with me, then I'd just have to go around to her house and ask her.
I was a little nervous about it, but I reassured myself that it was probably going to be okay - she'd already shown me her tits and wanked me off, hadn't she!
Nevertheless, I wasn't taking anything for granted. I knew she'd never been out with a boy before and her parents sounded so over-propective. They'd home schooled her and they hadn't allowed her go out or make friends of her own age.
They might veto the whole thing!

But, I had no choice.
I had to ask her.
I knocked at her door then retreated from the doorstep and waited politely, with my hands behind my back.
A thin, stern looking lady in a blue dress answered the door. I couldn't tell you how old she was. She was older than my mum, but maybe not middle aged yet. She looked like my French teacher from secondary school and I'd hated French!

"Yes?" she asked.

"Oh er," I couldn't help dithering, I was a little intimidated.
"Is Francesca home please?" They were only four words, but I could barely get them out.

"Whom should I say is calling?" she replied formally.

"Oh er, Roger, Roger Harris. I live next door."

"Francesca," she called into the house. "There's a boy asking for you. He says his name is Roger, er."
She looked back at me.

"Harris." I repeated.

"Yes, Roger Harris."

Francesca came to the door, smiling and looking pleased to see me.
"Oh yes Mother. I told you about Roger." she enthused.
"Remember? He's kind boy from next door, that rescued me from the storm."
She turned to me.
"Do come in Roger."

I gladly stepped past her mother and smiled at my new friend.
It seemed rude to ask her out straight away so I stalled and asked about her health instead. She confirmed that she was very well and, "no", she hadn't caught a chill when she got soaked in he rain, but she was sure she would have if I hadn't been so helpful!

Okay, well that might have "earned me some brownie points. It was time to ask.
"Erm, there's a quiz at the cricket club on Saturday and I'm making up a team with some of my old school friends, but, er well, I wondered if you might like to join us, because, well some of my mates aren't that bright, but you're you a right old brainbox.!"

"Oh yes, that sounds like fun. It would be alright wouldn't it Mummy?"

"What time does it finish?" Her mum sounded just as stern as she looked.

"They expect to finish 10 o'clock.
It's for charity."

"And you live next door?" she asked thoughtfully."

She turned towards her daughter.
"Well at least he's not a stranger.
I"ll expect you home at 10.30 and no later."

"Oh, yes Mum," Fran grinned, "I promise."

"Great, I'll call round at 7. Good to have you on the team.'
I turned to leave.

"Oh, er, Roger," my girlfriend called me back, "What should I wear?"

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I'd got my date.
I'd asked Fran out and she'd said yes.
I'd done it but I still had to learn how to talk to girls - I doubted that Casanova had ever charmed a young maiden by telling her that she was "a right old brain box!"

I was right though!
She was brilliant - we did so well in the quiz.
Okay she wasn't very good on things like sport and TV and pop music, but the rest of us knew those anyway.
And I was better than her at the science questions.
But she brilliant at everything else. Art, history, literature, poetry, geography, Greek mythology, classical music!
It was no wonder she'd won a place at Cambridge university and it was no surprise that we won the quiz. Each of us won a bottle of wine.

Fran was thrilled.
It was such a big night for her.
Her first quiz.
Her first night out without her parents.
Her first night out in a bar.
Her first night out with a boy.
Her first date.

But now it was nearly over.
She checked the time, as the prizes were presented.
"Is that clock right?" she asked, "It says it's only 9, but you said the quiz wouldn't finish until 10."

"I know, we can go straight back to your parents now if you like, or we could spend the rest of the evening together." I softened my voice and kissed her on the cheek, in an attempt at seduction.

"You did that on purpose, didn't you?" she whispered, "You knew it finished at 9 o'clock, but you just wanted to get me on my own for an hour.
Sneaky thing!"
She snuggled into me - maybe she wasn't completely naive, after all!

We left the club, hand in hand and strolled around the cricket pitch enjoying the silence and the solitude of the warm summer evening.
It was quite romantic.

We stopped when we reached the pavillion and I led her up the small flight of steps and into the shadows under the verandah.
We sat on the bench.
Side by side and confident that we were safe from prying eyes.

I leant in to kiss her.
Francesca met me with puckered lips, but soon realised it wasn't that kind of kiss!
We snogged, open mouthed, devouring eachother and bringing our tongues into play.
I put my hand to her breast. Grasping it for the first time.
She put a hand behind my head and pulled me closer.
I reached around to unzip her light summer dress.
Fran released her embrace for a moment to help me push it down off her shoulders until it pooled around her waist.
We kissed some more, whilst I dealt with her bra. I can't tell you what it looked like - it was just a barrier of silk and lace that lay me and my prize.
It had to go.
And it did.

I took a moment to stare at my girl's body.
Her tits looked great.
Even better than when I had spied them from my bedroom window.
They were full and round - good enough to eat, with large dark nipples, fully erect, stimulated by chill of the night and the thrill of the moment.
They simply begged for my touch.
I stroked and squeezed.
They were firm and pert, with a little more bounce than Lucy's.
I loved to touch them and Fran loved it too.
Her body was aroused by new sensations deep down within her.
The unfamiliar but primitive reflexes of a woman preparing to submit to her most basic carnal desires.
She couldn't help but hold her breath and tighten her muscles in anticipation of whatever I was about to do to her.

I chose to use my mouth.
Starting with gentle kisses to her breasts.
Just soft, small pecks circling her nips.
She moaned and she swore.
She was desperate for more.
And she was going to get it.
I began to tease her teats with my tongue. Tickling them, moistening them and then blowing on them.
She liked that - it made her shiver, but I wasn't done yet.
I began to suck.
One tit a time, whilst my fingers pleasured its neighbour
Suckling gently.
Just the nipples to begin with, but becoming more passionate, more ardent, claiming more. Inch by inch until I was feasting fully on her feminine delights. Greedily filling my mouth with her womanly charms until their tender flesh sealed itself against my lips.

"Ohmygod!"
My girlfriend closed her eyes and threw her back her head, squirming beneath me.
"I know they're designed to be sucked... but ... wow!"

She fell quiet for a moment - regaining her composure.

"Ohhh, thanks, that was great." She kissed me, "I think I should do something for you now. You deserve it."
She reached for my trousers.
I helped her get them off.

"Would you like me to wank you again, like last time?" She began to stroke my dick, I'd taught her well.

"Oh ýes! That's ace, but I could teach you something new if you like."

"Really!" she sounded suspicious.

"Yeah, do you remember that, you wanted me to tell you what a blow job was?"

"Yes," she still sounded suspicious.

"Because you thought it had something to do with a hair dryer."

"Ok!
So you know something that I don't. Go on then clever clogs. It wasn't in my school books. Tell me all about it!"

"Well," I paused, "this is going to sound weird, but I promise you that it's true and most girls like it."

"Go on then."

"Well, erm. It's like wanking but the girl, er uses her mouth... instead of her hand."

"What?"

"I told you it sounded strange, but it's really good.
Do you want to try it?
Go on, ust for a minute?
See if you like it?
You can use your hand if you don't."

Fran thought for a moment.
"I don't know.
It doesn't sound like something I should be doing with just any old boy....
I suppose it would be okay if you were my boyfriend, but... well we've never spoken about it.
Do you want to be my boyfriend?"

"Yes! Of course." I kissed her.
And I hope you're my girlfriend because I don't show my dick to every girl I meet, you know!
What sort of boy do you think I am?" I teased.

"Good. I hoped so, but I wanted to sure... it's all new to me. I've never had a boyfriend before."

"Well you have now.
I loved you since the day we first met."
That wasn't quite true. I didn't actually know I loved until I saw her topless in her back garden, a few days later, but Fran didn't need to know that.

"Okay then. I'll try it."

I had the answer I wanted.
"You'd better get my trousers down then..."

There was some inexperienced fumbling and nervous laughter as my (now official) girlfriend removed my belt and set about unbuckling and unbuttoning my trousers.
I had forgotten that she had never done it for a boy before.

My dick was already hard when she finally managed to get it out and I was pleased when she kindly remarked on its size - it did look big in her little hand, though.

I could tell that she was apprehensive about what she had to do, but she wanted to learn and she was keen to please her boyfriend.
I stroked her hair and told her not to be afraid.
She nodded, determinedly, then kissed IT for the first time. It flexed and throbbed in response.
It made her giggle and she didn't seem to be afraid anymore. She kissed up and down my length, making it jerk and bounce. Enjoying my words of praise and encouragement and noticing the special effect that her kisses had when they landed on my most sensitive spots.
She seemed to be having fun and she didn't complain when I asked her to give it a little suck.

She was careful though.
It was kind of cute.
Lucy had been bold and "up for it", but Francesca was cautious, daring herself to go further. She was pushing her limits, a little at a time, exploring new horizons and trusting me to be her guide.

She took the next step and sucked the side of my dick grinning up at me and seeking approval, "That's easy," she told me, "It didn't taste of anything really."
I explained that she needed to suck the head - and be careful of her teeth.

"Oh sorry." she apologised.
"I thought it couldn't be that simple!"

She tried again, opening her mouth wide and closing her lips around my hard shaft.
"Oh!"
She pulled her head away sharply.
"It tastes salty. Is that your sperm? Have you finished already?"

"No love, that's just a little taster.
There'll be much more to come if you do it properly."

"Ok." She went back to work, licking her lips, taking me in, then sliding her lips down my cock, edging deeper and deeper.

"Don't worry if you can't take it all."
I didn't want her to gag - it might put her off for ever!
"Just take what you can. A couple of inches is usually enough."

Fran tried to reply, but her mouth was full, so she just nodded a little.

She might not have known what she was doing, but she was doing it well. Her soft lips were stroking my rod beautifully and her suck was the perfect strength.

"That's great," I told her, "Really good. Now try to bob your head back and forth... that's it, slide your lips up and down my dick... oooh, " she made me gasp. "Perfect, now hold the base - near the ball sack... that's it...now wank it, wank my dick while you suck the head."

She did as I asked and it was incredible.
She drove my loins into turmoil and when she looked up at me, with wide puppy dog eyes, anxious to see if she was succeeding in giving me pleasure I desired - well, it was the sexiest thing ever.
I knew I couldn't last for long.

I warned her to pull away, but I was either too late or she was too brave because she held fast.
She was still sucking hard when she overpowered me and I lost control. I was overwhelmed by the mind bending, toe curling orgasm that she had inspired and I exploded within her.

Fran held on for a moment, maybe unsure how to react, before she instinctively pulling away and getting spattered by the thick shots of sticky spunk squirting into her neck and chest.
The copious quantity of my cream, serving as testimony to her newly acquired cock sucking skills.

"Oh my word.
That was messy."
Fran wiped my spunk away with her hands.
"I suppose it'll be better if I just swallow it all next time."
She licked her fingers.
"Yes. It tastes alright.
It won't do me any harm will it?"

"Not at all," I smiled, "Some people say it's good for you."

"Oh, would you like some." She offered me a spunky finger.
I politely declined....

We took a few moments to clean ourselves up and come back down to earth.

I told Fran how wonderful she was and how lucky I was to have her as a girlfriend.

She told me I was "very kind", but she would "try to do it properly next time."

"What do you mean "properly"?" I asked, "I really didn't mind whether you swallowed or not.
It made no difference to me.
You were marvellous.
It felt.wonderful."
I gave her a well deserved kiss.

"Yes, but," she sighed, "it's called a "blow job" isn't it? And I never blew you once!'

I couldn't help laughing.
"Don't worry.
There's no "blowing" required, that's just what it's called.
Ok?"

"Honestly?"

"Yes!
Look, remember we kissed earlier, with tongues and everything?"

Fran nodded "yes that was nice" a little embarrassed.

"Well that's called French kissing, but there's nothing French about it.
Alright?
It's just called that.
Believe me, you just gave me your first ever blow job and it was absolutely perfect.
And now I want to do the same for you."

I reached up her skirt and stroked my way up her thigh.

"Ooo Roger!" I had obviously taken Fran by surprise, but she hadn't asked me to stop.

I ran my fingertips over her panties, circling her fanny, tracing my way up her slit and venturing closer to her clit.

She gasped, "Please don't try to take my knickers off. I promised mummy."

"Of course not," I whispered in her ear. "A promise is a promise."

I stroked a little more then whispered again, "Is this allowed?"
I slipped a finger beneath her panties to touch her more intimately, feeling the heat and moisture of her arousal.

"Mmmm," she sighed contentedly, "No one's ever... Oh shit! Roger! Look at the time!"

I checked the clock on the clubhouse.
It was twelve minutes past ten. I'd promised to have her home by half past and we weren't even dressed!

We stumbled into our clothes and hurried home, reaching our street with only minutes to spare.
There was just time for a discreet and rather chaste goodnight kiss.

"Can we do that again next week," asked Fran.

"Oh, they only have a quiz once a fortnight, so there isn't one next week. Sorry."

"I don't care about the quiz Roger! That isn't what I meant."
Of course she didn't, I was still hopeless at talking to girls.
"Well, no but will your mum be okay with us going out, of she knows it's just a date? She seemed pretty strict to me?"

"Don't you worry about Mummy. I'll just tell her that I've had a lovely time and we're going to do it again next week.
I won't even need to lie, but if she thinks it's a quiz, well that's not my fault is it?"

And she said I was the sneaky one....
I watched her run her house.
She really did have a skip in her step!
I couldn't wait for next week.

I'll tell you about it in Part 3