Higher Learning and Loving: Part 2. Advancing in our field of study. Based on a post by Masterful Husband. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories. The rest of the weekend went much the same. Ashley seemed determined to accomplish three things. Master the art of blow jobs. Make me happy. And to make me cum so many times that I'd have nothing left for a year. She let me play with her t**s a little when she was going down on my but steadfastly refused anything else. Every time I tried, she would say, "Nope, no classes. No t**s. Besides, I think I need to practice some more," and she would pull my shorts off and start sucking my c**k again. She never got the entirety of me into her mouth but it wasn't for lack of trying. All told, I came seven times in three days although the last time I had to jerk off to finish. That was actually pretty hot since Ashley kept her mouth close to my c**k making little pleading, moaning noises as I got closer and closer. Her tongue dangling out almost identically to that first time. She looked like she genuinely wanted (needed?) my cum in her mouth. By Sunday evening, I was completely drained. We ate dinner at Subway just next to the dorms. It wasn't good but Ashley was still determined to "put some meat on my bones." My roommate had come back so we took our subs up to the TV lounge and ate. When we were finished, we snuggled on the couch. She rubbed her ass seductively up against me as she sat between my legs and watched TV. I nibbled at her ear and whispered, "You're getting me so hard." She leaned her head back and kissed me with a full open mouth kiss and whispered back, "I know. I can feel it jammed into my back." I stared at her. "Girls can feel that?" I asked, probably louder than I should've. "Of course," she said, then laughed again. "You are adorable," she told me then kissed me again and gave her ass another wiggle. Now I had worries about every high school dance I'd ever attended. We made out unashamedly in the TV lounge. It wasn't really that odd actually. Though we were probably a little hotter and heavier than most. I didn't care. I had this gorgeous girl who seemed to really be into me. I was going to make sure that she knew I was into her too. That night, we went back to our own rooms for the first time in two nights. It kind of sucked. We went back to normal during the next week. Which was actually a nice change. As much as I'd enjoyed the blowjobs, I had missed playing with her and watching her feel pleasure. I was really enjoying that particular aspect of our relationship. We both seemed to derive most of our pleasure from seeing the other feel good. It made for some really intense moments. Tuesday afternoon, we were eating lunch and talking about classes. We both had tests coming up and while neither one of us was particularly worried about them, we did have to actually learn the material. We were laying out on the green on a blanket. It was difficult not to be distracted by her beautiful ass as I tried in vain to focus on my math textbook. After about 45 minutes, Ashley leaned into the blanket and with a sigh, breathed in a deep breath. "I love this blanket. It smells exactly like Nick." "You're weird," I told her but on the inside I was smiling. I'd never met anyone like her and was enjoying getting to learn about a whole new type of person. "I'm really stressed out," she said as she stretched. Watching her stretch was pretty fantastic. "No you're not," I told her. I hadn't known her long but the idea of her being stressed about a test was pretty ridiculous. She smirked at me and stuck her tongue out. "Yes; but if I WAS stressed, maybe you could help me relax bank in my room?" she asked with a smile. "You sure? You've done all the studying you're going to do?" Ashley stared at me for a second before leaning into me and giving me a quick kiss. "Nick, I'm not looking for 'relaxation' when I say we should relax in my room," she said and this time I got it. I threw my bags into my backpack, folded the blanket and grabbed her palm all in under 15 seconds. We walked back to the dorms hand-in-hand swaying our arms and grinning from the secret we shared. I pinned her to the elevator wall as we enjoyed the leisurely ride on the Hellevator. We practically ran to her room and threw our stuff on the floor. "So what did you have in mind? A massage?" I asked, reaching for her t**s. "Uh huh. That's just going to get me worked up and frustrated. I figured since I've been sucking your c**k for a week, you might enjoy returning the favor?" I paused for about one second before I grabbed her and slammed her to the bed. I popped the button off her pants and slipped them down. I was dimly aware that these were the same shiny black pants from the day I met her but that barely registered as I flung them across the room, panties and all. She gasped in surprise and then laughed at my eagerness I dove in with no clue what I was doing. I remembered some guys joking about spelling the alphabet so I tried that and tried to really focus on her movements and noises. At first, I just used my tongue on the opening to her p***y but that didn't seem to do as much for her as when I scraped my tongue along the moist slit above the opening. Every time I went through there, she moaned and arched her back. I wasn't sure what the clitoris was but I knew enough to assume I'd found its general vicinity. Before long, she grabbed my head and clamped her thighs by my ears. She let out a combinations of a squeal and a moan as she came into my mouth. Her already wet opening flooded even more and I got a really good taste of her. I was hooked. And then it hit me. I'd made her cum. I'd made Ashley cum. Me. Eventually, she pushed me away much like I'd pushed her away after my own orgasm. "Too much; Too much" she said. "So was that good?" "Oh yeah; that was great," she said but there was something off. My manly pride was wounded. What had I done wrong? "Oh no; everything you did was great. It's just;" "What. Tell me." I told her. "I couldn't stop thinking about you." "Huh?" "I don't like leaving you all alone down there; focused on me; " "What? Why?" I asked. None of this was making sense. "I like when we do stuff together and we're both enjoying the pleasure." "So you don't like giving me blowjobs?" I asked, kind of afraid of the answer. "Oh no. I LOVE sucking your c**k. It's just; I don't like to be the center of attention. I don't want to be the only one getting pleasure. I know that's a little hypocritical of me; " I shrugged, "It's a little odd; " "Are you sure you can handle the one way street," she said as she pulled her shirt over her head. "I mean, it'll be really HARD," she emphasized the last as she reached into my shorts for my c**k,"for you to have a girlfriend who wants to ALWAYS make her man happy." Now she was pulling my shorts down and kneeling in front of me. "I know most guys HATE having a devoted," kiss, "girlfriend who just wants to suck their c**k," she slipped the head into her mouth before pulling out, "and drinks their cum all the time." She said as she grabbed my ass with both hands and started sliding me down her throat. Ashley seemed determined to take me all the way down her throat. She was getting really close but hadn't quite gotten the last inch yet. Not that I didn't appreciate the effort. In fact, the effort was almost as much of a turn on as the actual act itself. She was pulling me in and out of her mouth faster and faster. I loved looking down at her as she worked hard on my c**k. Feeling her pull me in and out of her mouth with increasing speed and urgency. It was hard for me to cum standing up like this. Truthfully, it was hard to cum from just a b*****b in general. My hips were beginning to buck involuntarily and I accidentally caught her by surprise with one thrust. She pulled off of me, choking a little bit and coughed. My hand went to my c**k as I asked her, "Are you okay? Sorry about that;" "Don't worry about it. I'm getting better," she smiled up at me. Then she leaned back a little and cupped her t**s in her hands, tweaking the nipples slightly. "You weren't going to be able to cum that way anyways right." "Probably not," I said as I stared at her, mesmerized by the way she was playing with her t**s. "Do you want to lay down and I can finish you?" A thought crossed my mind and I shook my head, "I want to cum on you." "Really? Why?" "I don't know. It seems hot." She considered that for a moment, staring at my c**k as I stroked it slowly. "You want to cum on my t**s?" she asked, pushing them up and out at me. I nodded, "Oh yeah." "So you want to cum all over my t**s instead of my mouth?" she asked as she tweaked her nipples and stared at me. Something about the way she said that really lit my fire and I could only nod. I started stroking my c**k more urgently and less than a minute later I was shooting thick ropes all over her t**s. She shuddered when the first ones hit her. A couple of weeks ago, I would have thought it was an orgasm. Now I knew it was just a pleasurable feeling but the fact that it came from my cum touching her chest seemed incredibly erotic to me. I kept stroking my c**k, getting as much out of me as I could and planting it on her waiting chest. When I was finished, she seductively swiped a finger through the dripping cum and licked it. "I see you liked that." "Oh yeah," I said again. I knelt down beside her and whispered, "I love you," as I lowered my tongue to her t**s and began licking her off. She moaned slightly and said, "I love you, too." We hadn't said it too many times to each other since that first time. It was weird and I think both of us knew it was a little premature. I mean, how could we know something like that fully right? But everything about our relationship seemed so great that it was hard to imagine loving anyone more. I always felt so close to her after we fooled aroun
