Doing Two Girls A Favor

“Jon, come here,” my sister whispered through her door as I walked back to my room from a late night bathroom visit.
“What do you want Ashley? It’s late, I’m tired from my game, I’m going to sleep.”
“Lay down in here,” she said, “we’re watching a movie.”
“Do you have the AC on?” I asked. “If not I’m just laying down in my room.” Ashley’s room was the only room in the house besides the living room that had air conditioning, and boy was it hot.
“I’ll turn it on,” she said, and I followed. She stepped aside as I walked into her room, seeing her friend Sara sitting indian-style on the edge of the bed.
I laid on my back, taking up most of the bed. I started nudging Sara off the bed.
“Jon!” she whined.
“I’m just messing around, JJEEEEZZ!,” I said sarcastically. Sara smiled but paid no attention, she seemed to be focused on the movie they were watching, the Lion King or something I’m sure. Sara was over at my sister’s a lot, and I liked to mess around with her. She was the type of girl you could poke fun at her and she wouldn’t take it the wrong way.
Ashley and Sara were both in the 8th grade, and they were the so-called “popular” girls at school. The ones that got all the guys and brought down all the drama. That’s the reason it was so fun to be around them sometimes, it was like being in a completely different world.
I’m a senior in high school, so I didn’t really know anyone in the 8th grade except for my sister and her friends. It made my sister mad sometimes because her friends tended to like me more than her on occasions, but that doesn’t matter.
I pretended to be sleeping for a minute, then peeked a look at Sara’s body. I felt like a pervert looking at a 13 year old, but with all the makeup and what she was wearing you’d think she was 18. The first thing I noticed on Sara immediately was the dark rings around her eyes, the bright red blush on her pale face and the light pink lipstick she applied clumsily. She had wavy, dirty blonde hair that she let fall straight down past her shoulders, and brown eyes. She had a slender body, but had very sexy curves to her. B sized breasts that were extremely perky, a nice firm ass by the looks of it. She had on a tight, yellow shirt that looked three sizes too small for her, what looked like a push-up bra underneath, and a pair of turquoise gym pants that wouldn’t pass any school’s dress code on the face of the earth.
I was still staring at her when I saw her head cock to the side and look at my sister. Through slanted eyes I could see her, completely silent, talking in some sort of girl code with my sister. It consisted of some confused looks, some moving her lips without speaking, and giggling. I saw her glance down at me, then glance back at my sister.
“Jon,” my sister said. I almost jumped three feet in the air but luckily kept my composure. “Are you still awake?”
“Yeah, what do you want?” I said in a tired sounding voice, not even opening my eyes as I spoke.
“Sara wants to ask you something.”
“No I don’t!” Sara said, sounding offended.
“Yes you do!” Ashley retorted and burst into giggles.
I opened my eyes and looked over at Sara, ” Sara, just ask me.”
She looked down at me, her lip quivering almost as if she were about to smile.
“Well,” she said, “I’m dating this guy in the 10th grade, and… well… We were talking on myspace and I could tell he was hinting at wanting me to have sex with him, but I don’t want to. So he asked me if I’d give him a blowjob and I said yes, then told him I had to get off the computer before my mom got home.”
She paused for a moment.
“Okay… and???”
“What do you mean aanndd? What the hell is a blowjob!?”
“Hahaha! No Way!”
“What, I’m serious,” she said, looking back down at me with a serious expression. “I know it has to do with the penis but, like, do you really bbllooww on it? That sounds stupid.”
“Of course you don’t blow on it!” I said, suprised they were really that dumb.
“Well what do you do?”
My heart started pounding once I realized what kind of opportunity I had here. Sara wants me to explain to her what a blowjob is? Well, maybe it’s a little hard to just tteellll her what it is.
“Well,” I said, making as if I was searching for words, “I dunno, it’s kind of hard to explain.”
“So what do you do!?”
“Well, you just take it out, stroke it for a minute till it gets big, put it in your mouth and move your lips up and down. You gotta use your tongue a lot and maybe suck on the balls a little bit, he’ll love that. Then when he starts shooting, you gotta make sure you swallow all of it.”
“What do you mean, ’till it gets big’? And put it in my mouth? Balls? Shooting what? And… swallow???”
“Once you see it, you’ll know what to do with it,” I laughed, knowing I was right, then laid my head back and closed my eyes again, waiting for her to ask the prodding question.
“Jon, can I like, I dunno…. Can I maybe try it on you first then do him later? I don’t wanna mess it up when I do it on him.”
“Do you remember the steps I told you?”
“Umm,” she said, looking over at my sister for her help. I was paying no attention to my sister, but it seemed as if either knew.
“Take it out and stroke it–“
“Till it gets big,” she finished it for me.
She started fumbling with the button on my pants. Up until this point, I had managed not to pop a boner, but it was happening now. My cock was rock hard within seconds of her touching my pants, shooting down my left pantleg. She got the button undone and slowly slid my zipper down. I could feel my cock throbbing.
“Here,” I said, bucking my hips and pulling my pants down to my ankles and kicking them to the floor, “That makes it a little easier for you.”
She hooked her tiny, warm hands into the top of my underwear and pulled them down to my knees with one swift movement, exposing my rock hard penis. When it was free of the underwear it flung up to my belly button, pointing straight up at me. I was rroocckk hard, reaching nearly nine inches.
“Now grab it and move your hand up and down.”
She obeyed almost instantly, wrapping her hand around my thick man sausage.