You'd waken up that morning feeling unexplainably horny. The feeling could easily be self-remedied, but you didn't want to go down that path today. You turned and see that the bed you and your boyfriend Otto shared was empty, and you could hear noises in the kitchen. He could help you with your situation, but would he? Since you two'd only been dating for a few months, you had no idea how quickly he'd want everything to move in the relationship; hell, Otto freaked out when you asked for a first kiss.
Getting out of bed, you looked in the mirror on the nightstand. You weren't wearing much; a t-shirt, a pair of underwear, and your hair was bound up with a hair tie. As you were about to grab a pair of jeans, a devilish idea formed in your head. Your footsteps echo down the hallway as you reach the kitchen, Otto was cleaning up after cooking some breakfast for himself. "Oh! G- good morning, y/n; I thought- I thought you'd... be up later." He spoke in his usual voice, gentle, and middle-pitched. You admired his discipline in always getting up early, and you thanked him for letting you sleep. The scientist had seen you in your underwear a few times when the two of you cuddled and went to sleep at night, but never in the morning, and it was throwing him off. That was the plan.
"Is th- there anything you'd l- l- like me to cook for you? I just finished, uh, cleaning the stove." Otto offered. "No, thanks sweetpea, I can make something for myself." Admittedly, you were a little hungry, but you needed to satisfy another hunger first. You pretended to fumble around the kitchen to give your boyfriend a good 'view'. You could feel his eyes following you, but whenever you looked his way, Otto was always be politely looking away. Taking advantage of this, you walk over to the scientist and stand behind him, slowly reaching your arms over his sides for a backwards hug. Otto's arms tremble slightly as he tries to figure out what to do with them. He finally settles on simply lifting them, and then lowering them when you get a hold on his body.
Your chin rested softly on the top of your boyfriend's head, brushing against his dark gelled back hair. You liked the height difference; it was useful in instances where you could just blanket Otto in comfort when his stress levels were high, but today, you wanted to playfully get under his skin. The scientist melted into your embrace for a moment but hadn't said anything, so you tilted your head a bit so you could speak. "Otto, there's something I need your help with this morning." You said curtly. The man under you didn't move, only uttering a curious "Oh?". Your chest pressed against the back of Otto's head, and you spoke even more calmly.
"I'm feeling a bit... promiscuous this morning. Is there anything you'd like to do with that information?" You tried to use bigger words than usual, your boyfriend seemed very 'classy'; his upkeep intimidated you just a little. Otto may have been inexperienced in the more physical aspects of dating, but he wasn't an idiot; he would understand what you meant. He pulled out of your embrace and turned around to face you, clumsily leaning back against the counter, trying to stay calm.
"D- do you wa- want to have s- sex, yn? Or are you implying... s- something else?" The scientist laughed timidly as he put a hand on his neck. "I- i- I'm not sure what- what you want to do; I kn- know you have a lot of knowledge in that area, but- but- but, I've never had... sex..." Otto mumbled out, hesitating this time before the word 'sex'. You gave him a concerned look, wanting to stop him and just tell him to forget about it all, but you waited a bit more to see what he would say next.
"I am flattered, um, by your o- offer, but I really don't want to- to burden you with having to... teach me everything y- you want to achieve. If you're talking about... sex, I- I'm willing; did you have anyth- anything in mind?" Otto quietly huffed, staring at you with a sad puppy dog expression on his face and fidgeting with his fingers. Taking a long breath, you thought about what to say, this was definitely 'new'. You'd wanted to just tease the scientist and get straight to having sex, but now you were aware that Otto wasn't not only a sexual beginner, but a virgin. You wanted to give him the perfect first time, but you were too tired to truly take care of him right now, so you decided to stick with foreplay until a later date.
You'd realized you'd kept the scientist waiting long enough, and spoke up. "Thank you for being honest, Otto, I like that about you." Otto smiled shyly, his pale skin starting to liven with color. "I didn't want to try anything serious, just a few things." you enunciated with your fingers. "There's not much you'll need to do, but I swear I'll guide you through everything." You'd taken a step closer to your boyfriend, resting your hand on his shoulder. Otto shook his head in agreement but avoided your glance. "I com- completely trust you, y/n."
To be honest, you didn't have a backup plan and were at a loss on where to start. You soon settle on starting with the basics, by exploring Otto's body and learning which areas he'd want to be stroked over or squeezed. Hopefully, these small gestures would lead to something more intimate, whatever the scientist would allow. You also took notice of what was around you, such as the setting of the kitchen and if there was any 'thing' you could use. You remember your hair tie; it was very elastic, and made of soft fabric, and this gave you another devilish idea. Wouldn't that hair tie look good around Otto's wrists? It was a self indulgent thing you wanted to do, but you tried to justify it. I mean, technically, you were going to be doing most of the touching, and you didn't want poor Otto to have his hands free and not know what to do with them... In the back of your mind, you knew this wasn't your reason, you just hoped your boyfriend wouldn't question it too much.
You undid your hair as Otto stared at your hands with a blank expression. "Didn't you say you trusted me?" You asked sheepishly, trying to be funny. The scientists' nerves must have been shot because he didn't notice. "Of course." After asking Otto to hold both of his arms out, you place the hair tie on his right wrist. You slowly grab his other hand, lifting up the tie to slide it in so that both palms, fingers to wrist, are touching. "O- ok..."
The man trailed his words, his voice faltering. You grabbed both of Otto's wrists and carefully twisted them, looking up to watch his reaction. "Oh my." was all he said. After his wrists looked securely bound, you let go of your boyfriend's arms, though he still unconsciously held them out.
Otto inspected his arms, clasping his hands together until there was no space between his wrists. "How does that feel? If it's too tight, just twist your arms in the opposite direction, okay?" You speak anxiously, finally realizing the reality of the situation at hand. "The tie is fi- fine, but... may i ask, what is the- what's the next step in all of this?" the scientist inquired. You let out a small chuckle. "This." Otto squeaked as you lean down and slowly wrap your arms around his short legs, using all of your strength to lift him up and place him on the kitchen counter. In an instant, you grab his wrists with both hands and lift them up, pressing them against the wall. This caused Otto to lean back, his eyes widening, and you to lean deeper into his personal space.
"How do you feel about this, are you all right?" This is something you'd have to ask repeatedly until your boyfriend felt more at ease. Looking at you through his square glasses, the scientist asked as to why he was bound in the first place. His sincere curiosity was endearing, and you loosely explain that it was just something you liked and wanted to do before 'getting started'. "y/n, How far do- do you want to go... in th- th- this venture?" You ran your thumbs over Otto's palm, watching his arms wriggled as much as they could in your firm grip; You used that to convey your intentions to the man.
"Listen, sweetpea, just relax. I'll only go as far as you want me to." You tried, and failed to sound credible. "Don't worry, Let's start with some light massaging." Moving in close between Otto's legs, you quickly kiss him on the lips. Though it was only for a few seconds, the man made a saddened sound as you pulled away.
Shifting your left hand slightly so that it was solely holding Otto's wrists up, you freed your right hand so it could hold and 'mold' the man's thick skin. Your fingers' destination was his dick, but you started at his lower leg so work your way up to it. There wasn't much sexual pleasure one could get from that area in particular, and Otto probably thought the same thing. He gave you a confused look, but stayed quiet, waiting for your input. "How does that feel?" You ask yet again. "Y- your hand is v- v- very hot." You try not to laugh, aware that he didn't actually answer the question. Was this little of physical contact distracting him this much? As you move up to his thigh, the air fills with anticipation, and as you grab it, your boyfriend lets out a small moan.
Otto's arm jerked against your grip, as if he wanted to cover his mouth. "I'm sorry- y/n, I'm not- I'm not sure what th- that was." "Don't apologize, I think that was the sound of you enjoying this, though I'm not fully sure... Did you like that?" The scientist shifts his eyes away. You sighed, getting annoyed before remembering who you're dealing with. Patience and reassurance was what your boyfriend needed right now. "Otto, if we're going to do something this intimate, you're going to need to be able to communicate, so I'll ask again. Did you like that?" Your hand laid still on the man's thigh. "Your contact feels... r- really good, actually. Would you continue... please?" The final word of his question was a whine, and your heart skipped a beat; you took a liking to the scientists' new, 'foreign' sounds. "Keep grabbing your delicious thighs? Of course." You purr, sinking your fingers deeper into his flesh, observing his face as he scrunched up his eyes, his face fully flushed now.
Your hands near Otto's cock, pausing just short of his inner hips. As your ravenous fingers quickly massaged around his leg, the man who had been victim of your sensual touchings let more vulgar noises come out of his mouth. Your breath hitched, and you get wet as you watched Otto unwind in your grasp, tears pricking his eyes and sweat beading above his eyebrows. You look down at Otto's groin to see how much of an impact this had on him and identified a slight hump in his pants, though it was difficult to tell due to how loose the clothing was. "Wow, I had no idea you'd have this strong of a reaction at step 2." You said, genuinely surprised. The scientist lightly opened his eyes to look at you. "C- can we, uh, just stay at st- step 2... for now?" You enthusiastically shake your head, happy your boyfriend was finally speaking up for himself, and moved your hand down to the side of his ass, hoping to make him orgasm purely by touch.
With your right hand you continue to grab and grope Otto, while your left caressed his wrists; he whimpered under you, his eyes still closed. Noticing tears start to run down the man's puffy cheeks you can't help but get excited, almost praising your own work. You'd made your boyfriend cry in ecstasy, you'd make him moan; had anyone else ever done that? "y/n- y/n I think- I- I'm really c- close..." Your face tingled with heat as the man's hands tightened into fists in your grip; You were in awe of his breathy, higher pitched, choppy sentences.
You continued rubbing Otto's thigh as he closed his eyes and bit his lips, shaking from what you assumed was his orgasm. The scientist's breath started to ease as his movements calmed, and you let go of his wrists. His arms instantly retracted and curled up, laid on his chest as he fell back against the wall. "You should see your face right now, Otto. It's an breathtaking sight." Your own arousal nagged at you; there was so much you wanted to do right now but Otto looked exhausted, fresh tears flowing down his face. The scientist looked solemnly down at his lap, then at you, and he started to cry even harder if that was even possible; This made you realize he might've been crying for reasons other than sexually.
You untwisted the hair tie around your boyfriend's wrists, rushing to console him. "Shhh. What's wrong, sweetpea?" You held the scientist's face in your hands, lifting up his glasses to wipe the tears from his reddened face with your fingertips. As he took a few moments to sit up and gather himself, you tried to let go of him, but Otto reached out for your right hand, guiding it back to his face. You were both surprised and happy by his forwardness, but still worried by his lack of response. "Otto?" You prodded.
The scientist buried his face in your hand. "It appears that I- I made a... mess of myself; I'm s- so em- embarrassed." He weeped. "I've never..I. I've never felt... a- a- anything like this before, and you m- made me feel really good and- I don't even know w- where to begin... to repay the favor." Otto brushed your right hand away, and used his own hand to desperately try to fix his now-messy hair. This was way more than what you intended to get up to this morning, but you were pleased that your boyfriend was opening up. What was it that a beginner like him could do for you? Yet another devilish idea formed in your head, but first you needed to soothe Otto's worries.
You go over to the left side of the kitchen to get some tissues, then walk back to give them to the scientist. "Otto, I'm not sure if you know this, but sex is a messy business. It's wet and sloppy, but can also be a lot of fun. It's nothing to be ashamed of." You covered your eyes out of courtesy as Otto took the tissues you offered him and slid a hand down his pants to clean himself. "You should know that just satisfying you was enough for me." As the scientists' mood softened, a small smile developed on his face and you regained your confidence. You provided a hand to help your boyfriend off the counter; a silly gesture given that his feet dangled only a few inches above the ground, but Otto seemed flattered by the gesture anyway.
"If you want to repay the favor, I have a suggestion. It'll be easy, all you need is that lovely little mouth of yours. Would you go over on the couch for me?" Otto nodded enthusiastically, walking over to the living room after throwing away the tissues in a trashcan nearby. The scientist sat in the middle seat of the couch, hands on his lap, waiting for instructions as you followed behind. "I was thinking, maybe, we could level up a bit, would you want to try some o- oral sex... on me?" You finally let some of your own embarrassment of everything slip in your mind; This felt a little wrong, as if you were ruining the man's 'innocence', but Otto sounded adamant.
"You wouldn't have to do much. I'd be over you, not sitting... well, sort of sitting. I'll talk you through it, Are you up for the challenge?" There was an awkward silence, but it didn't take long for the man to break it. "Yes, of c- course, y/n, I'll do... my best." There was another period of quiet. "D- d- do you want me to, uh, lay down... or-" "Just lay down, put your head on the armrest if you can." You tried not to sound stern as you gave your boyfriend instruction. Usually, you enjoyed being in charge, but you tried to hold back in this case. Otto had told you about his miserable job life several times, and today was his day off, he shouldn't have been taking orders today; but old habits die hard, it seems.
"Yes, ma'am." Otto spoke obediently, shifting his body to lie the longer way on the couch, his head on the right armrest just as you'd requested. That behavior was something you noted, but wouldn't comment on unless it happened again. You wanted your boyfriend to feel comfortable expressing and learning about himself without slipping into his usual subservient tendencies; you wanted to be his mentor, not his master. Walking around to the opposite side of the couch, you paused for a second to look at Otto; you were at such an angle that his glasses were white out from the sunlight. You couldn't see where he was looking for sure, but you knew that his focus was on you.
A rush of reluctance washed over you as you acknowledged what you needed to do next, but you went along anyway. You slid the hem of your underwear down your legs, bending down, stepping out and throwing them thaphazardly on the floor. "Earth to Otto... Do you like what you see?" You snapped your finger playfully as you asked. "Oh- uh- forgive me I'm- I'm not very good at this... you- you look gorgeous- I'm at a loss for words... I'm honored that you t- trust me enough for... something like this."
Moving around and climbing onto Otto's side of the couch, you place your knees firmly on either side of his head, your left leg pushed up a bit further due to the back of the seat. Since the two of you hadn't practiced this before, it was better not to sit directly on your boyfriend's face, so your hips are hovered over Otto's neck; Your ass touched his chest, and his face was close to your slick pussy. The man under you shuttered, shifting himself up a little. "You're even... gorgeous from this angle- I mean- you're a- always gorgeous... Wow... You are... Wow." You knew the scientist struggled with vocalizing compliments, but you appreciated the attempt anyway.
After thanking your boyfriend for the butchered admiration, the two of you sat frozen in time until you realized the scientist was waiting for your direction. "You can go ahead." Otto didn't move a muscle, and you sighed, looking down at him. "I'm not testing you or anything. Do what you think is right; Use your tongue, your lips if you want, just remember what i taught you when we made out. You're doing great so far; I'll let you know if you do anything wrong."
The scientist blushed again, you could feel his heartbeat quicken since your ass was lightly touching his chest. "I'll get sta- started now." The man said as his arms snaked up behind your thighs, pushing your hips closer to his face. He opened his mouth to let out his tongue, and you throbbed in response as he laid the first lick to your labia. Your boyfriend continued to swipe up in your nether regions, and a familiar but unexplainable sensation started to build up in you. Otto seemed to get into it, bobbing his head as the tip of his long nose brushed against your clit, you moaned deeply as you feel his hot breath on your pussy. "Oh God, your mouth feels amazing." You commended Otto even though you knew he couldn't respond; the scientist wouldn't take any chances by talking in this situation.
Wanting something more, Your hips pulled back, trying to get Otto's tongue to hit somewhere a little more north. He picked up on the idea, adjusting his movements, and even planting little kisses over your clit when he could. Your face heated up, and your heart rate rose, its own beats almost as loud as the filthy, sloppy sounds coming from underneath you. You groaned as you get closer to climaxing, your hands grip the back of the couch; Your legs started to tremble, tired of supporting you. "God, sweetpea, I'm gonna cum soon, you're too good at this."
It felt like everything was moving at once. Otto gripped your hips securely as he started to moan into you, and you rode on his tongue as it continued to move over your pussy. Your cunt pulsed as you came, and you lifted up as much as your weak legs could to avoid making a bigger mess of your boyfriend's face. You failed, as you could see looking down from your crotch a mixture of spit and secretions across Otto's mouth. The scientist breathed heavily as he pulled up his tanktop to wipe his face. You followed Otto's lead and grabbed the bottom left corner of your shirt to wipe yourself dry, and wobbled off the couch to crouch down by your boyfriend's side, kissing his warm cheek.
"Are you sure this was your first time doing something like this? Because that felt like the mouth of someone who knew what they were doing. Though, I feel like this was maybe too much of an advance, did I overwelm you, Otto?" You vented your afterglow-fueled thoughts as the man sat up fully, lifting up his left hand to slick back his hair again. "I appreciate you- I appreciate you allowing me to do that, y/n; I- I'd love to learn m- m- more from you." You perked up as Otto mentioned 'learning more'. "Right now?" You asked immaturely. The scientist brushed a hand over his own inner thigh. You knew exactly what your boyfriend was implying, but you stayed 'innocently' quiet so that he could seal the deal himself.
"If you're still interested, I think... I think I want you to- t- take my virginity. I- I'm physically ready, this whole situation seemed to have... e- excited me." Otto's willingness had increased dramatically since you two'd started on this journey, but all you could focus on was the fact that he got hard over something you were into, and so quickly after cumming earlier this morning. You accepted his offer immediately and slipped your hand up his left thigh, delicately lingering over and stroking his hard dick through his pajamas. This was going to be Otto's first time, so you didn't want to do it on the couch; if you wanted to teach him correctly you'd need a lot more space. After the literal cock tease, you stood up and suggested the two of you go to the bedroom; both of you needed a change of clothes anyway. "Let's get started then sweetpea, there's a lot I need to show you."