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Dear James
    From: Tamara Leigh Knox <[e-mail]>
    Date: 15 Apr 1994 14:14:00 -0400    (9 screens)

Archive-name: dear-james

Dear James,

How are things in Sunny California?  I realize I haven't written in some time,
but I've had an exciting week and I finally have things to say.  I fooled
around with someone new today.

Actually, I've known him for some time.  His name is Thomas, and he is a
good friend of mine, and also the boyfriend of Janet, my ex-girlfriend of
many years ago.  He's a great guy.  I'm not physically attracted to him,
but he's very funny and nice.

Anyway, about a year and a half ago I offered to give him head if he
wanted.  I did this because I was curious to see if I could give head
really well to someone other than Jack.  He agreed that would be fun; he
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was curious, because the women who had tried to give him head (to date,
there are three, not counting me) had failed miserably, and had at best
teased him and at worst hurt him.  He wasn't sure he liked it, since his
experiences hadn't been so great.

Shortly after that, though, he started dating Janet.  She didn't want me
to give him head, so we didn't do it.  Time passed.

Anyway, I came into Baker (where I live) today and he was coming in the
opposite door.  I was surprised, since he'd never come and seen me before.
But he was in the area and decided to drop by.  I don't think he intended
to sleep with me when he showed up, but he had been horny for a while (he
told me this later).

Anyway, we went up to my room and talked for a while.  Sarah showed up
eventually (where are roommates when you need them?).  We followed her down to
the computer room where she was working on her paper, and we talked to her for
a while.  Then we decided to go to Bonner Lab so I could show Thomas my Owlnet
account.  Well, as it turns out, I guess I decided that.  I'm not sure what
Thomas had decided at that point.  We needed to go upstairs first - the
temperature dropped about thirty degrees today and I hadn't changed shirts yet.
So we went up to my room, and I started to change shirts.  Not feeling
particularly modest with him, I said jokingly, taking off my shirt, "I'm taking
off my shirt, Thomas, don't look."

"Of course I'm going to look," he said.  (This surprised me a little,
because he didn't really sound like he was joking, but I assumed he was -
not joking about _looking_ per se, but joking in his tone, which suggested
some kind of sincere sexual content.  Then he said something like, "Why
not take off the bra, too?" mimicing disappointment.  I was surprised
again, but refused to take him seriously.

"Well, Thomas," I replied, "then I'd just have to put it back on again to
go outside, and that would be _so_ inconvenient."

"Well, you could leave it off for a while," he said.  "There's no hurry,
is there?"

I put my shirt on, basically ignoring him.  It seemed strange that he was
coming on to me, but I couldn't quite decide that he wasn't joking.  I
believe I said something like, "Poor Thomas."

He mentioned in some way (I forget how) the idea of my giving him head.
(Oh, I remember now.  He said, "How good _are_ you at oral sex?"  I
explained to him that I really don't know, that I am very good with
Jack, but that I haven't really given head to anyone since.  He asked me
if Jack came, and I said yes.  He asked me how long it took, and I said
it took betwee 2 and 7 minutes on average.) Eventually I said, "I would
give you head if you wanted me to, Thomas," but I didn't think he did, and
I said it in a tone of voice that made that clear.

He didn't get up to come with me, so I walked over to my desk, where he was
sitting, and I started rubbing his back.   He liked it, and so I did that for a
while, asking him how his life
was going and, in particular, how Janet was doing.  I wanted to know what was
up in their relationship.

He didn't tell me a lot, but it was clear they are having problems, and that
Janet's personality flaws are beginning to irritate him.  I'm kind of happy
about this, although I sympathise with him, because she's really just not right
for him.

So I rubbed his back for a few minutes, and then his face.  I started stroking
his hair, which he really liked. It had been recently cut, and was very short
and, well, cut-seeming.  I fooled with his hair for quite some time,
affectionately but not asexually.  Thinking about it now, I realize that it
probably turned him on.  At the time I was trying to (figuratively) feel him
out, to figure out whether he was really feeling like sleeping with me or what.
(Of course, I forgot quantum physics - you can't find out the characteristics
of something without modifying it by the act of observation.  My rubbing his
back and fooling with his hair probably sealed his fate as much as anything.)
But he did seem to be feeling like sleeping with me.

I went and sat on the bed and he came and sat across from me.  We talked
some more.  I rubbed his feet and he rubbed my feet and legs.  After a few
minutes, he came and sat with me and we continued talking.  I thought he
probably did want me to give him head, but it made me kind of nervous, so
I just talked to him.  Eventually he said, "I guess I'd better be going."  Pay
attention!  I thought to myself.  If you stall any longer you're going to lose
this chance!

I touched his hand and said, "I _will_ give you head if you want me to,
Thomas."

"I'm not sure whether I do or not," he said.  "Janet would certainly
disapprove,...and I guess you'd be obligated to tell her." (Janet used to
be my best friend, but she hasn't been for quite some time.)

I explained to him that, no, I would not tell Janet, that it was up to
him whether he would tell her or not, because _he_ is her boyfriend, not I.

"I think I _would_ like you to," he said.

I moved around to his other side (I usually give head lying down on
the man's left side) and we kissed a bit.  He talked about the people who
have tried to give him head.  I sucked on his neck a bit, which turned him
on, and I made him take off his tie (he had been to a job interview).  I
know what Janet is like sexually, and I tried to be as different from
that as I could without being unreasonable.

He told me his nipples were very sensitive and I sucked on one.  He was
right.  He became very aroused; I was careful to rest my elbow on his
pants, both to monitor him and to make him crazy.  I fingered his other
nipple while sucking on the first and he almost lost it.  (It's amazing how
sensitive 18-year-olds are to, well, almost anything.)

I made him take off his pants and boxer shorts, and I fingered his prick
lightly while continuing to suck on his nipples.  I gave his prick an
occasional full-hand squeeze; I didn't want him to think I was just trying
to tease him with the hand (too Janet-like).  I was more trying to
prepare myself to give him head - I was exploring his prick and becoming
familiar with it, giving it some attention at the same time.  I didn't
want him to come at that point, though, so I wasn't really giving him much
stimulation that he could work with.

Eventually I moved down and kissed the end of his prick.  It was amazingly
soft and dry.  I kissed him a little more on the end, explaining to him
that I was going to be forced to tease him somewhat in order to become
acquainted with his cock, but that I would be doing something a bit more
satisfying presently.  I licked him lightly on the glans and below for
perhaps another 20 seconds, at which time I was satisfied that we were
both ready to move on.

I took his prick in my mouth and gave it a good lick.  Thomas would have
had a heart attack right then and there, I think, if not for the fact that
he wanted to keep up blood flow to certain areas of his body.  Apparently
he really hasn't been given anything resembling good head before.  He
bucked a bit, and then said (so polite!) "Tell me how much it's
okay for me to move, or whether it's okay for me to move."

I said, "Move whenever you want, Thomas.  It's fine with me."  It is, of
course.  After several years of practice, it doesn't bother me, and I think I
would be nervous if the guy _didn't_ move.

So we settled into a rhythm.  About 30 seconds later, he said, "If I keep
doing this, I'm going to come much too quickly."  I didn't respond (I
didn't really care how long it took him to come one way or the other).  A
few (10 or 15) seconds later, he asked, "Do you mind if I come?"

He is so polite, Thomas.  Of course I didn't mind, and I made some kind of
sound to let him know so.  About 15 seconds later he did come, rather well I
thought.  I held him in my mouth for a few minutes, and then came up to his
level and snuggled against him.  I was feeling quite affectionate (and pretty
horny) at this point.  He offered to give me an orgasm by any means I wanted,
but I declined, not being entirely comfortable with the idea.  (At times I am
very nervous in bed, and I feel a lot of pressure, especially if I am the focus
of the sex.  I am much more comfortable making my partner come.) He accepted my
answer, and went home a few minutes later.

I feel really affectionate toward him now, and I hope we sleep together
again, although I'm not sure we will.  I feel relatively certain, however,
that he will break up with Janet in a few months, and maybe I can help.
And maybe we'll start dating.  That might be nice.

So that's my sex of the day.  I really wrote this because I wanted to tell
someone (other than Sarah) about it in detail, and I figured you were a
captive audience.  I realize it's kind of a boring story, especially
compared to the bondage one, but oh, well.  Keep the e-mail coming, James.

Susan

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