Assignment # 1: The Good Girl

Ok, Rob has agreed to help me with the assignment. Strangely, he actually seemed quite keen, although he wavered a bit when I mentioned the no penetration part. I’ll just have to convince him.

We decided to start slowly, just to get used to the whole idea. As usual, we spent Saturday night at Rob’s flat. He lives alone, which makes things easier. Rob cooked a nice dinner, and we shared a bottle of wine. When we had cleared up, I opened another bottle, and we snuggled up on the sofa together in front of a DVD. I had my head on his shoulder, and he had his arm round me. I started by gently running my fingers through his hair. He loves that – his head is really sensitive, and soon he was almost purring. I moved my fingers lower, and tickled the nape of his neck, whilst blowing very gently in his ear, then nibbled and sucked on the lobe a little. He can’t take much of that for long, and soon the DVD was forgotten, and he was grabbing me and trying to rip my clothes off. At this point I had to remind him about the

assignment, and that we couldn’t just start shagging straight away. I told him to pretend that we were on a first date, and I didn’t want to go too far too soon. I could tell he wasn’t very pleased, but actually I was really looking forward to a nice slow build up. I got him to run his fingers gently across my nipples, outside my t-shirt; not twisting or pinching them, just gently running backwards and forwards, barely even brushing them each time, until they were standing hard and firm. Then I let him go under my t-shirt and cup my breasts over the bra, squeezing them very gently. The whole time he was doing this I was running my fingers up and down his back under his shirt, scratching very gently with my nails. Rob tried to take off my bra, but I told him

no, that I was a good girl, and that we were just going to have to take things slowly. I got the feeling that made him hotter than ever. I was wearing a skirt, and I took his hand and placed it a little way under the skirt, on my thigh, and asked him to stroke gently. He started to do this, while at the same time continuing to stroke my nipples over the bra. My hands were clasping his buttocks by this time, over his jeans, squeezing and exploring. His fingers on my thigh kept stroking, getting gradually higher and higher, until they were at trying to venture under my knickers. I was getting wetter and more excited with every movement he made, but I couldn’t have that. I grabbed his hand, and moved it firmly over the front of my knickers. Undeterred he started to stroke there instead, and oh god! It felt amazing! I really hadn’t expected that. The feel of his strong fingers against my clit, together with the smooth damp cotton of my knickers, and also the feeling I had by now of doing something naughty and forbidden, made me gasp and writhe under him. I could tell from his eyes and his short breath that he was feeling the same way, so I unzipped his jeans and took him in my hand, over his pants, rubbing to and fro. He groaned, and moved his fingers harder and faster over the front of my knickers, and I moved under his hand, loving the tension that was building inside me, when suddenly he went rigid and shouted out, and I felt his wetness on my hand, and that was enough to make me come too, and I did, right there on the sofa we both came so hard. And we were still almost entirely fully clothed. Result!