I could feel it moving in my grasp. Levi’s hand lay on top of mine, and underneath the stack, I felt it twitching against my palm. Even through his jeans, I could feel how hot and hard it was. I squeezed it a little tighter, watching Levi’s face for his reaction. His breath hitched, and he closed his eyes in a drawn-out blink. This made me smile so wide my cheeks hurt.

“A little impatient, aren’t we?” he said in a breathless voice.

“I’ve been waiting nearly a week to get my hands on you,” I murmured. “I’ve been very patient.”

It may have been the same amount of time that I had known him, but I’d wanted him from the moment we had met. Now I was about to get what I wanted.

I drummed my fingers against his encased cock with gentle pressure, and Levi let out a low grunt, gripping my hand tightly.

“Yes you have, darling,” he said with a strained laugh. “Why don’t we find a more suitable place for you to study your first cock?”

“What’s wrong with right here?” I whispered. “It was good enough for you when you made me come.”

We were sitting at a booth in a dark corner of the bar. Mere minutes ago, Levi had been under the table – concealed by the gaudy strings of wooden beads hanging around the edges – lapping furiously at my pussy.

“That’s because I know my way around a woman’s body,” he said. “I could make you come blindfolded with my hands tied behind my back.”

I smiled indulgently at the thought. “I’m holding you to that.”

Levi grinned back at me, wordlessly accepting my challenge. “You, on the other hand, have never even touched a penis before. I know how seriously you take your studies, and this should be no different. I’d like for us to both see what you’re doing.”

He was right. I needed better lighting and spacing than this cramped booth could offer. A little more privacy wouldn’t hurt either.

I’m sure Levi could tell the moment I had agreed with him, because he smiled at me. He pulled my hand from his crotch, and held it in his.

“Let’s go exploring, Norrra,” he purred.

We began to slide out of the booth, but I stopped just as he stood.

“Can I have my panties back?” I asked.

Levi laughed and shook his head. “They’re mine now,” he growled, patting the pocket of his pants.

The idea of my warm, wet panties in his possession sent a thrill through me, giving me enough courage to climb out of the booth without any on under my short, tight dress.

Levi gave me his arm, and we began to comb the bar slowly, looking for a decent place for me to pull out his cock. We both agreed that the bathrooms were a little too sketchy, so we ruled them out immediately. After a while, we found a decent place. What it was lacking in good lighting it made up for in every other area.

Under a set of stairs leading to a restricted upper floor, we found several stacks of chairs. It was in a secluded section of the bar, and if we positioned the stacks properly, we could have complete privacy.

Why we didn’t go home for this, I didn’t fully understand. But there was an unspoken agreement between Levi and I that neither of us wanted to leave yet. I had been so turned on by how Levi had made me come twice in public, and I wanted to do the same for him, even if there was less risk of being caught in our new location.

Levi placed one of the chairs deep under the stairs and motioned for me to sit. I obliged, watching him carefully as he build a wall of chairs around us, blocking out the little light we had. When he was satisfied with his work, he walked straight over and stood in front of me.

He was already very tall and I was quite short, but while I was sitting, his dark figure towered over me almost sinisterly. If the light hadn’t managed to catch his gentle smile, I might actually have been afraid.

“Are you ready Norrra?” he asked me.

I nodded, then whispered, “Yes,” in case he couldn’t see me.

“Give me your hands.”

I did, and Levi took one in each of his, stroking my knuckles with his thumbs. Very slowly, he pulled them towards his crotch. My fingers twitched with the need to touch him, and when I did, I let out a sigh.

I heard Levi chuckle quietly. “If I didn’t know any better,” he whispered, “I’d think you were the one about to get the hand job.”

I giggled, taking pains to keep it silent. Levi patted my hands, then let them go. I was now touching Levi’s bulge all on my own. With giddy excitement, I began to trace its outline, becoming more and more defined by the second. I smoothed my hands over him, up and down his sides, then with one hand, pressed gently up the front, lingering at the very tip. When I reached it, I felt his cock twitch, as if begging me to pull it out.

I looked up at Levi, silently asking him the same thing. He gave a barely perceivable nod, and I proceeded to slowly unzip and unbutton his pants.

I immediately seized his cock once more. Only held back by his boxers now, it had been given a little more room to spring forward, and my exploring fingers managed to trace even more of it than before. I was absolutely enamoured by this long, thick member in my tiny hands, and I hadn’t even gotten to the skin yet.

“Am I taking too long?” I asked under my breath.

“No, darling,” Levi replied just as quietly. “Whether it’s your first or your thousandths, always take your time. It’ll drive a man mad.”

My fingers were absently tracing his head through his boxers now as I looked up at Levi. “You don’t seem to be very mad to me.”

Levi laughed softly. “Believe me, Norrra,” he whispered gruffly. “I want to lodge my cock deep in your throat right now and fuck it until it’s raw.”

My fingers twitched involuntarily in my alarm, closing tighter around Levi’s dick. His declaration was frightening and sexy all at once, and I wasn’t sure how to feel. Levi grunted from my firm grip, and he let out a harsh laugh.

“But I would never do that to you, darling,” he added tenderly.

I let out a breath. I was confused again by the relief and disappointment battling inside me. I began to stroke Levi gently once more, and soon the cyclical movements calmed me into something of a trance.

Levi was now shifting his weight between his feet, and I could just barely hear the muffled sounds of frustration that came from his lips. I knew that he had a great sense of self-control, and to see him so antsy from my stroking must have meant he was really, really ready for me to touch him. But Levi, being the gentleman he was, wouldn’t push me – he never had – and so he waited patiently for me to unveil his twitching cock.

Lucky for him, seeing him all flustered made me want to give him what he wanted. Or rather, it pushed me to take what I wanted. I released his member – making Levi huff in apparent protest – before wiggling his jeans further down his legs. With a self-satisfied smile, I tucked a finger under the waistband of Levi’s boxers and batted my eyelashes up at him.

“Can I take a peak?” I asked sweetly.

Levi exhaled sharply. “Of course,” he said tolerantly.

Still looking up into his face, I pulled my finger back, exposing his steaming hot cock to the ambient air. It was as if Levi and I were both holding our breath, and then slowly, I looked down inside his boxers, letting that breath out in a whoosh. Levi sighed in content, I supposed from the rush of hot air against his cock.

The first thing I though was how big it looked. Of course, I had no way of knowing the proper proportions of a penis, and I couldn’t even see the whole thing since the base was hidden in the shadowy depths of his boxers. But as I pulled his final layer slowly down and away from his cock, it seemed like I would never get it free. Just as slowly, it was bowing to me, beckoning me forward to touch it.

When it was fully exposed, the head was bouncing within an inch of my face. I looked up at Levi, biting my lip in anticipation. He smiled down at me, nodding slightly.

“Go on, darling,” he whispered. “Take a good look.”

I leaned back in my chair for a better view, trying to take in the veiny monster before me one detail at a time.

It should be noted again that I’m a very small person – only five feet tall to Levi’s six-something. If Levi’s cock was indeed large, it looked even larger compared to my hands, defying gravity at a nearly forty-five degree angle upwards. I was amazed at how something so long – nearly the length of my forearm – could stand so straight all on its own.

I wrapped my fingers gently around the base, unable to get them all the way around, but it allowed me to inspect it a little more closely. Strange how hard it is to look without touching – I wondered how Levi had managed for the past week with me.

I loosened my grip and began to run my fingers up his shaft, feeling every bulging vein under the fingertips. I didn’t do this for very long, and Levi groaned when I released him once more, leaning in closer to inspect his undulated flesh with my eyes.

The head was a reddish purple color, and it made me think of the wine Levi had been drinking earlier, or the shade of burgundy lipstick I was wearing. I carefully wrapped a thumb and forefinger around it, feeling where it met his shaft. There was a gathering of wrinkled skin here, pulled back from the swollen head.

“This is your foreskin?” I asked.

“Yes,” Levi said.

“It’s not what I expected.” I had seen pictures in health class, of course, but none of them really compared. I used the wring of my fingers to slide it down, testing how stretchy it was.

“Dear God, Norrra,” Levi hissed. He breathed deeply for a moment, then said, “It looks different when I’m soft.”

Far from soft, he was harder than ever from this gentle tug. “Is that a sensitive spot?” I asked, pulling on it again.

“Mmm,” Levi hummed in agreement. “Especially right under the head. That’s the frenulum.”

With my other hand, I pressed a finger to the V-shaped crease under his head, where his skin was gathered. I traced the outline of it gently – back and forth – watching intently for Levi’s reaction.

He moaned quietly, and I thought his eyes might have been closed. “Oh, darling,” he whispered. “You are a wonderful student.”

I was very pleased hearing this, and I wanted to make him proud. My fingers began to wander once more, and I made sure to look up at Levi consistently to see the effect of touching each inch of my skin. He was right; I was a good student – at least in all other areas – and I used my scientific precision to test Levi now, making a catalog in my head.

In addition to his frenulum, the rest of the ridge around his head was quite sensitive. Levi was very responsive to the underside of his cock as well. I ran my fingers along it, tracing the smoothness and causing him to mutter incomprehensibly. I experimented with different pressures, pushing a little harder with each stroke, until I heard Levi moan.

“That’s it, darling,” he panted.

A small pearly bead formed at his tip, oozing slowly out. Instinctually, I pressed a finger against it, then brought it closer to my face to inspect. It almost shimmered, I thought. I pressed my finger against my thumb and rubbed them together, feeling how sticky and viscous it was. This was pre-come, I knew that much.

When my eyes returned to Levi’s cock, there was more of it waiting for me, and I rubbed it into his head, drawing circles of varying size.

Levi groaned, twitching under my fingers, as I worked to coat his head in his own fluid. It seemed the whole thing was very sensitive.

I was so excited now, I wanted to really get going. I stood up, making Levi take a startled step backwards, then swung him around so we had switched directions.

“Sit,” I commanded.

Levi obliged, his eyes wide with surprise from my authoritative tone. But when he got over himself, he began to smile. I made it falter once more as I pushed open his legs and knelt between them.

“Oh, Norrra,” he groaned, torn between arousal and concern. “Your knees...”

“Are fine,” I said.

In fact, the knee-highs I was wearing cushioned them nicely against the hard ground. Even if it weren’t so, I would have endured being slightly uncomfortable for this better position. It felt like I had more control now, and I was about to harness it.

I took him back into my hands, and I sighed with my own greedy pleasure. I loved the feel of his cock. It was so surprisingly smooth, and so very hard and hot. It felt like I was cradling a small, muscular animal in my palms. Overcome by my affection, I leaned forward and kissed the tip, leaving a print of dark lipstick.

Levi grunted. “Norrra,” he growled in warning. He had specifically said not to use my mouth yet, wanting me to be confident with my hands before anything else.

“I know,” I giggled. “Relax. That’s the only one tonight.”

I began to work my hands downwards, one at a time, spreading his slick juices over his entire shaft. They began to glide more easily, and I started twisting. I imagined I was in pottery class, working on a pillar of clay in my hands, trying to smooth it out.

“That’s so good, darling,” Levi whispered encouragingly. “You’re wonderful.”

I added a twist at the top, circling Levi’s cockhead before bringing my fists back down, taking extra care to press firmly against his underside with my thumbs. Every time they brushed over his frenulum, Levi’s cock pulsed in my hands. I decided I would focus there for a while.

With two of my fingers, I mirrored the V-shape under his head and wrapped them around his ridge. I began stroking slowly. I looked up at Levi, watching the muscles jump in his clenched jaw.

“Is this okay?” I asked, not too sure about this reaction.

Very rigidly, Levi nodded. He let out a long breath through his clenched teeth, then said, “Use your thumb too.”

I complied, making a tri-pod with my two fingers and thumb. I ran the new addition up and down his underside, pressing firmly lower down, and stroking gently near the top where he was most sensitive.

“Oh holy hell, Norrra,” Levi groaned. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”

I giggled and nodded. I didn’t want to be distracted though, so I said nothing.

I was, in fact, totally enthralled by the appendage in my hand and was having so much fun playing with it. It jumped and twitched under my touch, and was growing progressively darker and harder as it filled with blood. I wrapped my other hand around the base, squeezing firmly with each throbbing pulse. This only strengthened the pounding against my palm.

Levi’s whole body began to tense, his breathing becoming labored. This must have been the home-stretch, I thought. I switched my hold on his cock, taking him in two of my fists, and began to pump and twist them in opposite directions. I was more firm with my lower hand, and made sure to rub Levi’s head with my upper hand on every stroke.

“That’s it, Norrra,” Levi grunted. “A little faster.”

I picked up my pace, torn between watching Levi’s passionate face, and the beautiful piece of manhood in my hands. His cock throbbed more quickly and powerfully, and I increased my pressure and tempo to match.

Levi let out a long, strangled sigh. “Hold my balls,” he panted. “Roll them around in your hand.”

I did as he said, my upper hand taking over my punishing rhythm as my lower hand cupped Levi’s sack. I squeezed and rolled with my pinky and thumb, all the while rubbing the underside of his scrotum with my middle finger, my strokes becoming progressively longer and longer. When I brushed up just short of his anus – against his perineum, I thought – Levi’s whole body jerked.

“Right there, darling,” he pleaded. I did it again, and his muscles spammed. “Yes,” he hissed.

My upper hand was still working furiously, and getting quite tired, but I was determined to finish strong. I squeezed Levi’s balls just a little more tightly and rubbed firmly against his perineum.

Levi let out a guttural moan. “Norrrra,” he gasped, drawing out the “r” even longer than usual. “I’m coming!”

I wasn’t sure how, but I already knew this. His cock grew thick in my hand, pulsing faster than ever. His balls contracted, and I tugged on them gently while his semen spewed forth. I managed to neutralize the first blast with my hand, which would surely have shot into the air had I not. I kept pumping him, milking him of four more streams of ejaculate. When the last one leaked over my fingers, my slowing rhythm seized completely, but I continued to hold his warm cock and balls gently in my hands, reluctant to finally let him go.

“Oh, Norrra,” Levi sighed. He leaned forward cautiously, took my head between his large hands, and kissed the top of it. “You’re divine.”

I was reminded of an e.e. cummings poem in which “he” said the same thing. I smiled up at Levi, elated with my accomplishment. I began to stroke him very tenderly, wanting to show my affection without making him over-sensitive. You’re mine, I thought, playfully finishing the poem in my head.

“Ahh,” Levi sighed contently, his eyes half-lidded. “Now what to do about this mess?”

I smiled coyly at him, then lifting his semi-hard cock, I licked the length of it from his balls to his tip. My mouth immediately began to water from the warm, salty taste, and I brought my tongue back in to share with the rest of my taste buds.

“Oh no you don’t,” Levi said firmly, pushing me away by the shoulders. I could feel his cock growing harder in my hand again, calling my mouth back to it.

“Why not?” I pouted. I licked my lips, savoring the taste of him. “You taste good.”

“Oh, shit Norrra,” Levi growled. He was even harder now, but still he kept me at bay. “If you get started on that now, we’ll end up being locked in here overnight.”

I sighed in defeat. “Yes, sensei,” I teased. Apparently Levi had plans for me, and I was not to disrupt them with my own base desires.

But I couldn’t help the impulse to provoke him a little. Keeping our eye-contact, I sunk my fingers into my mouth one by one, licking clean the copious amounts of come that coated them. Once they were clean, I began to swipe the rest of his semen from his rod. Levi growled again, but said nothing, allowing me to clean his already-hard cock. In fact, he watched with rapt attention as I ingested the rest of his ejaculate.

When I was done, I bit my finger and smiled at him.

“You little imp,” he laughed gruffly.

I looked down, peering up intermittently from behind my lashes. “I couldn’t help myself,” I whispered. “You really do taste good.”

Levi stroked my head, smiling affectionately at me. “I’m glad to hear it, Norrra.”

He pulled me gently forward onto his lap, wrapping me in his strong arms. I was very aware of how hard he was, and how wet I was, and how I wasn’t wearing panties. His naked cock was pressing against my bare thigh, and if I only shifted myself a little…

But no. If Levi wouldn’t even let me lick his cock tonight, he sure as hell wasn’t going to fuck me.

“Norrra,” Levi purred, easily winning back my attention. He held my chin gently with his fingers, tilting my face up to look at him. His brilliant green eyes swept over my face, and he smiled. “You are one magnificent creature, did you know that?”

I smiled back bashfully. Levi began to bow his head to me, his eyes locked on my lips, but I stopped him just short of capturing them.

“Wait,” I breathed. “Won’t it bother you to taste-?”

Levi cut me off with a finger on my lips. “If it’s good enough for you, darling, it’s good enough for me.”

The fact that he wasn’t timid about tasting his own come was such a turn-on. I tried to take his mouth by force, but Levi slowed me down, kissing me with gentle ease. I supposed he was trying to cool us down since we were both so aroused. The gentle sweep of his tongue against mine and his relaxed and deliberate manipulation of my lips lured me into tranquility. Even without words, his mouth managed to persuade me.

When we broke apart, I wiped my thumb across Levi’s lips, cleaning up the lipstick smudges. Smiling pleasantly, he returned the favor.

“Levi?” I said, licking my thumb and returning to my ministrations.

“Yes?” he said, copying my method.

“Do I get to use my mouth on your cock tomorrow?” I asked.

Levi chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “Yes, darling.”

“And…”

“Yes?” he repeated.

I blushed. “Will you take my virginity before you leave?” I whispered.

Levi sighed. “No, Norrra,” he said gently. “As much as I would be honored to, I want to make sure you’ve thought it through first. You’ve already crossed more lines in the past week of knowing me than you ever have, but this is a big one. I need to know you really want it. I don’t want to hurt you by pushing you further than you mean to go.”

Though I was a little crestfallen by this reply, the tenderness of Levi’s delivery really touched me. “What if someone else gets to me before you come back?” I asked with half-hearted cheek.

Levi smiled, brushing his thumb against my earlobe. “Then that will be your decision,” he said.

I huffed, once again giving in to Levi’s reasoning. “I want it to be you,” I said, touching his cheek.

“You’re sure?” Levi asked, raising his eyebrows. I nodded. “You don’t want it to be your boss’s old prick?” he teased. “Or Ray’s big black cock? Or your delightful friend Lauren?”

I giggled. “No,” I said. “And I don’t even know how that would work with Lauren.”

“You want me?” Levi asked, smiling at my amusement. “You want my cock inside you?”

“Yes,” I giggled again.

“Say it.”

His mild but stern command sent a shiver of arousal through me. “I want your cock inside me,” I breathed. “To be my first.”

Levi leaned forward and pecked me on the lips. “You’ll still have to wait,” he said with a teasing smile.

“Ugh!” I slapped him hard on the arm and he laughed.

“Alright, I think it’s time to go,” he said, still smirking at my glower.

“I don’t want to go yet,” I said, feeling mighty wicked with the need to tease him back. I intentionally readjusted myself so my dripping sex was sitting atop his hard cock and I ground myself against him. Feeling him gliding between my swollen lips made me want to shove him inside of me without asking nicely.

“You’d better get that juicy pussy off of me before I change my mind and the whole bar hears you scream your orgasm,” Levi growled.

Despite causing me to leap from his lap as if was on fire, his words induced a hard pang of desire, winding me like a fist to my gut.

When I looked back at him, he was smiling triumphantly.

“Look what you did to me, Norrra,” he chided as he stood to pull his pants up. “You left a puddle of your juices on my thigh. And all over my cock!”

With one last attempt at getting the upper hand, I came over with the fictional intention of helping him dress in our cramped space. Instead, I stooped down and licked my wetness clean from his leg before smiling mischievously up at him.

I made a second lunge for his cock, but Levi took a step back from me before I could get to it. In the process, he thumped his head against the stairs and yelped before glaring at me.

“Damn it, Norrra!” he growled.