Laura put her hand on his, helped him with the rhythm; then, gently, she helped his thumb up on her clit. She guided him with the circular, gentle movements; he smiled at her and kissed her, his other hand lingering a bare inch away from her ass-crack, caressing her lower back gently.
He bit her lower lip rather hard, when she grabbed and squeezed his balls; he stared into her eyes lustfully, as she stroke his soft cock, forcing blood to rush back down there.
Quickly, and despite the alcohol, he was erect once more; Laura gave him a meaningful smile, whilst continuing with the stroking, softening now the rhythm. He intensified the fingering; she climbed off of him, sat next to him, staring directly into his eyes, legs spread wide. She rubbed and squeezed her breasts, and licked her lips slowly.
He leaned for the kiss; at first, she accepted it, however, quickly she pushed his head away from her lips, downwards.
In spite of her moaning and panting, he could sense his kisses were not good enough; he tried hard to please her, but, all he could think of was how badly he was disappointing her. He focused on her breasts for a long time, kissing and sucking the hard nipples, working his tongue circularly around them.
It was Laura, who pushed him further down; he ran his lips across her flat stomach, slowly but steadily reaching for the pussy. As soon as he arrived and looked at it (for the first time in his life), he almost panicked; it was the alcohol that kept him chained, as well as the strong desire burning up his soul.
He kissed the clit, the lips; reluctantly, he let the tip of his tongue out of his mouth, experienced the first taste. It felt like nothing he had expected, yet, caught in the turmoil of the moment—and trapped by Laura’s thighs that pressed his head up against her cunt—he allowed his tongue out of his mouth and into Laura’s vagina.
His sole guide were the texts he had read on the Internet, during the countless nights spent browsing for porn and for “how-to” guides; he tried to spell the alphabet with his tongue on her clit, he flicked his tongue rapidly up and down inside the pussy; Laura’s moans and withering caused burning sensations to his own mind and body, and his cock was beginning to get erect once more.
Laura was staring at the ceiling, eyes wide open; producing sounds meant to encourage him further. She toyed with her nipples, biting her lips down; in her mind she was somewhere else (or, put better, with someone else), yet, slowly the pleasure increased, he was improving, gradually, and finally she was able actually to enjoy the act.
Eventually, she pulled him up by putting her hands softly on his face; she kissed him, while reaching down south. A bright smile appeared on her face, when she felt his erection; Bob kissed her again, with an exuberant smile.
She jerked him off, for a short while and in gentle, soft, slow strokes, and spread her legs wider; by the cock she pulled him closer to her. Bob remained passive, perfectly conscious of what was going to happen and terrified of it. His cock was already throbbing.