Chapter 9 Making Her Hot Early Ix

• "Good. Does that feel good so far, Abby?" The girl gently nodded her head. "Alright, Michael, it's time to take it up a notch. Stop for a second and use your thumbs to open the top part of Abby's slit up there...good. Okay, see that little fleshy part that sticks out in the middle?" He nodded. "That's her most sensitive spot. What I want you to do is slowly work in circles with your tongue around that area, every once in a while rubbing directly over it. Mix up your pressure and pattern...and don't be too technical, now...just use those basic rules and make it up as you go. Occasionally, you can rub it up and down the middle a few times like you were doing before. Don't worry...when you do something good, Abby will let you know."
• Michael did as I said and began rubbing his tongue around Katie's swollen little clit. I could see an immediate effect on the girl as she sucked in a little gasp and her belly jerked just a little. She kept her eyes open; however, focusing on her boyfriend's face nestled between her firm, pale legs. I kept a close eye on Michael's work. He was doing very well, in fact. I thought how I wished I'd had some good coaching when I'd started providing such a service to girls. It was over a year from my first try until the light finally came on for me; and I quit focusing on trying to fuck the hole with my tongue and instead learned that the way to the promised land was up top.
• If Michael kept it up he would likely bring Abby off on his first go at it. She was definitely starting to relax and enjoy the sensation of having her little pleasure garden worked by a boy's tongue. And Michael seemed as if he was being perceptive enough to pick up on the girl's subtle feedback when he hit the right spots. Gradually, Abby began to ever-so-slightly moan and gently rock her hips with the boy's motions. My neck was getting sore from being turned around to face them so I rotated around in my seat and relaxed for a moment, just closing my eyes and listening to the sounds of juvenile passion emanate from behind me.