Sissy lived next door. She’s 20 but looked 18. I didn’t mind that she was younger than me by about 7 years – she’s an adult, after all! Also, she had a voluptuous body that just begged to be fucked. Well, she isn’t a slut. In fact, she’s so demure that it took me a year before she even let me give her a kiss on the lips.
I was having a hard time convincing her that sex would be good for us both. She kept on telling me that she was afraid to become pregnant and I tried to convince her that she could always go on the pill.
Then, she gave me a really wonderful surprise on my birthday. Early that morning, I received a card on the post. It said, “Happy Birthday, Bennie! I love you so…and I wish you’d teach me how to give you a hard handjob. Love, Sissy.”
I couldn’t believe my eyes! Did she just mention a handjob in the card? I read the card over and over again to make sure that I was reading it correctly. I hurried over to her house.
“Thanks, Sissy,” I said when she opened the door. Shyly, she let me in. My prudish neighbor is truly trying to please me. On the couch was a booklet about “Giving Long Nails Handjob to Your Boyfriend”. On the floor was a large heart shaped rug with pillows while there were various oils, aromas, and lubricants on the small coffee table.
“I love you, Bennie! A hard handjob is the only gift I could think of. Please don’t make me have sex with you yet but I am willing to give you the best handjob that I could,” she said.
It was alright with me, of course. After all, it was she who actually made the first move, I didn’t force her to.
I kissed her softly on the lips as I touched her breasts lightly. She fumbled with the buttons on my fly, the task made even more difficult by my hard on. She used some of the aromatic oils on the table to give me a delicious oily handjob.
It was a hard handjob to remember – mainly because it was our first time.