Educating Katie

-----I work for a company in a small northern town. Our corporate office, however is in the big city; a 7 hour drive away. Occasionally some of us employees have to go to the corporate office for training classes or seminars. Usually, they would have 6 of us employees make the drive in 2 rental cars. Three women from the office in one car and three men from the plant in the other. This trip started out the same way, but towards the end of the week, I was asked to stay an extra day for some additional meetings and training. They told me one of the new office girls would be staying another day as well, and the two of us would just drive back a day later than the rest. -----On that last day, I was introduced to Katie. She had just started working in our local office. She was very cute, but she looked really young. After our last training class of the trip, the mandatory sexual harassment class and video, we grabbed our briefcases and suitcases and headed out to the parking lot where our rental car was parked. It was February, and it was snowing outside. Katie said, "You're driving us home. I'm not good at driving in snow yet." "How long have you been driving?" I asked, nonchalantly trying to determine how old she was. "I'm 18," she replied, "But I only got my license this past fall. I wouldn't really feel comfortable making the long drive home in this weather. You don't mind driving, do you?" "Not at all." I told her. So we started heading back towards the small town we called home. -----About 5 hours later, we were only about halfway there. We had left at 3pm, hoping to be home by 10pm, but it looked like it was going to be a late night for us. Katie seemed nervous about the weather. Our rental car was a Subaru Outback, and it went really well in the snow, but I could only safely go about 40 or 45 mph. The right lane of the interstate was just two ruts of ice, but the left one was mostly untouched, albeit covered in about 4 or 5 inches of snow. Once it had gotten dark, we saw very few other vehicles. Occasionally we'd pass a semi-truck. There were quite a few cars and trucks in the ditch. They were empty and covered in snow. It was eerie, like some kind of apocalypse movie. Somewhere around 9pm, the visibility started getting really bad. The snow was coming down so hard, and the wind was blowing it everywhere. I was down to 30 mph when I saw red flashing lights in my mirror. I slowed down and pulled over to let the policeman in the 4 wheel drive s.u.v. go by. A few miles farther, I saw the lights again. The officer had stopped his vehicle and was lighting flares and putting them down across the highway. I pulled up to him and put my window down. "Interstate's closed. It's not safe for anybody to be out." He told us. "You'll have to take this exit and find somewhere to stay for the night." So I drove up the exit on to the county highway. The snow must have been 6 to 8 inches deep. It was scraping against the bottom of the car. -----I pulled into the first motel I saw. It was a little mom & pop place called the Roadside Inn. The parking lot was full of snowmobiles, but I went inside and asked them if they had a room. The man at the desk said they had only one room left. I said I'd take it and gave him my credit card. He made a carbon copy of it in that little sliding thing and gave me the key. "We got the last room available." I told Katie as I drove down to room 23. It was the last door in the little row of rooms facing the parking lot. We got our bags out of the back of the wagon and carried them inside. Uh, oh. There was only one bed. I turned to Katie and asked her, "Is this going to be okay with you?" "Sure." She replied. "It's a room. It's warm, and beats being out in the snow. I have to call my parents, though. I'm sure they're worried about me. I told them I'd call when I got to my apartment." So she grabbed the phone on the bedside table and called home. She talked to her dad for awhile and promised to call him again before we resumed our trip tomorrow and let him know when to expect her to be back in town. When she hung up the phone, she asked me if I had to call anybody. I told her I only had a cat at my place, and that she hadn't learned to answer phones yet. She smiled a little at that. "So how do you want to do this?" I asked. "There's two of us, and only one bed." "I guess you get one side and I get the other." "Are you sure?" I asked. "I've shared beds with boys before." She replied. "I'm okay with that. Every summer on the trips we took to my grandpa's cabin I've had to share a bed with my younger male sibling. Well, Until last summer, that is. On our last trip there he had, um, well, let's call it a little accident one night and from then on I had to share a bed with my mom." "What do you mean, 'A little accident'?" I inquired. "Well... When it happened was, um, when I woke up? I thought he'd wet the bed. His underwear were all wet and his little thing, except for it wasn't really all that little anymore, anyway, it was kind of pointing straight out. He's 14 now. I thought he outgrew peeing the bed many years ago. But then my mom said it wasn't pee, and that he was too old to be sharing a bed with me anymore. I asked her what had happened and she just asked if I remembered when I got my period when I was 13. She said this was kind of like that for him. So now my mom & I share a bed and my male sibling and my dad share a bed." "I see." I said. "But I didn't mind sharing a bed with my male sibling." She said. "So he had an accident, big deal. It's not like girls don't have them, too. My mom says it's natural." "It wouldn't be natural if that happened and he got you pregnant, though." I told her. "Oh. I never thought of that." Katie said. "I'm pretty clueless when it comes to sex, though. I was home-schooled. My mom pretty much skipped over the sex stuff. She pretty much just told me about my period. I know babies come from having sex, and I know sex means when a guy puts his thing inside a girl, But that's about it. I didn't even know boys had periods until last summer. So what? do you guys get them about once a month, too?" "It's not really a period." I explained. "They're just called 'wet dreams'. Once you're old enough, they sort of just happen whenever. When I was young, I had no idea when one was going to happen until I just woke up all wet and sticky." "That's kind of inconvenient." She said. Then she asked, "Do you still have them?" "I only had a couple of them, back when I was 17." I told her. "I'm 32 now. I haven't had one in a long time." "Why not?" Katie asked. "Well, the last time I had one, I woke up just as it was happening. I hate it when it comes out into my underwear so I threw the blankets back and pulled my underwear down just as it was happening." "Really?" She asked. "Yeah." I replied. "So it ended up all over my stomach and my chest, but I kind of liked it better that way. So now, if it's been a few weeks, I can tell when I'm getting, uh, sort of 'full' so I just, uh, well... You know..." "What? Tell me." She said. "This is interesting." "I just sort of, well... I can just kind of touch myself down there and make it come out on purpose. So I do just that before I go to bed. That way I don't have to worry about any surprises happening in the middle of the night." "Ahh... I didn't know boys could do that." She said, "That explains a lot. I moved into an apartment last month, but when I still lived at home, I noticed my younger male sibling was in his room with his door locked a lot at night. Maybe that's what he was doing." "Probably." I told her. -----We each washed up, brushed our teeth, and got ready for bed. I didn't pack any pajamas, as I usually just wear only my underwear to bed anyway. Apparently Katie didn't bring pajamas either. She sat next to me on the bed and took off her shirt. Then she started taking off her jeans. I said, "Just make yourself right at home." She replied, "Well, I don't wear jeans to bed, silly." I was still dressed so I turned out the light and got in between the sheets and under the blankets. I felt her foot brush against my leg and she told me I could make myself comfortable and take my jeans and shirt off if I wanted to. So I did, and I was lying next to her in my underwear when she sat up in the dark and started taking off her bra. There was enough light coming in around the curtains from the streetlights outside that I could see what she was doing. "I'm just getting comfortable, okay?" She asked. I didn't say anything so she looked at me and asked, "Does this bother you?" "Not at all." I told her. "It's just..." I was starting to get pretty aroused, actually. She had small breasts, but seeing her without her shirt and bra on was definitely turning me on. "Well, remember what happened with your little male sibling? When his underwear got all wet? I just hope that doesn't happen with me tonight." "If it does, it does. Don't worry about it. It's happened to me before, remember?" She said. She got back under the covers and we both tried to get some rest. -----I woke up some 3 or 4 hours later. Katie was snuggled up against me with her hand on my hip. I could feel her legs against mine and her breath on my chest. Her breasts were pressing into my stomach and I could feel my penis start to stiffen again. I guess she was already awake and must have felt it getting bigger. I felt her hand slowly move from my hip down the front of my underwear. When her fingertips touched my shaft she stopped, then slowly began caressing the length of my penis. I laid still and tried to keep my breathing even. But then she started squeezing it through my underwear. It felt nice, but I must have breathed in sharply. "Are you awake?" She asked. "What are you doing?" I whispered in return. "I don't know." She said. "I felt it kind of poking out. So I thought I'd check and see if it was all wet yet. But it's not. It's really warm, though. And hard, too." She giggled a little and said, "I don't really know how to ask this, but, um... I know you said you don't really like it when it surprises you and comes out into your underwear. So I was thinking, um... You know? Could you show me how you make it come out on purpose? I'm really kind of curious. If you did that, I could learn what it was like. So if I asked you nicely, would you, um, educate me?" "I guess I could." I told her. "Sort of as a preventative measure." "Cool." She said. Then she asked, "Can I turn on the light?" "Why not?" I replied. "I usually do it with the lights on anyway. I think it's kind of neat to watch when it comes out." So she reached over and turned on the lamp. I pushed the blankets and sheets down to the end of the bed. I was still erect in my underwear. "Wow." She said. "It really stretches out your underwear. You don't have a lot of room in there. I can see why you wouldn't want to have stuff come out while you were wearing those. Where would it go?" "Exactly." I told her. "That's why I usually take them off before that happens." "Go ahead and take them off then." She said. "I can pretty much see the whole thing, anyway. Might as well get comfortable, right?" I reached down and slid my underwear down and all the way off. She looked at it for awhile, and then she asked, "So how do you do it? Show me how you touch yourself." I grabbed it with my hand and started stroking it like I like to do. "That's all it takes?" Katie asked. "Just sliding your hand up and down like that?" "Pretty much." I told her. I kept doing it for a while and it was neat to see her watching me do it. She really looked young and innocent. After a while, she lied down beside me and put her head on my shoulder and watched. I felt myself starting to get close so I asked her, "Are you sure you want me to finish like this for you?" "Yeah." She said. "I've never seen anyone do this before." "Just so you know, when it comes out, it's kind of going to make a mess." I said, and then asked her, "Will you help me clean it up afterwards?" "Sure." She replied. I was getting really close so I kept stroking it until I felt my balls start to tingle. "Here it comes, Katie." I told her. I held it in as long as I could and then when I couldn't possibly hold it back any longer, I just let go and started releasing. She sort of gasped as spurt after spurt shot out from the tip all over my stomach. "Oh, my!" Katie said, as she watched it shoot out. After the 7th or 8th spurt, she said, "Wow! I didn't think there'd be so much." Then she asked, "So this is the stuff that makes a girl have a baby, huh? Can I feel it?" "Go ahead." I replied. She slid her finger into one of the puddles and tried to pick some up with it. "It's slippery." She said. "And it's warm, too. It really did make a mess, didn't it?" "I told you it was going to." I said. "Yeah, I guess you did." She replied. "So now I have to do my part, right? Let's get some Kleenex to clean you up with, okay?" She grabbed the box, took out 5 or 6 tissues and proceeded to clean up my stomach with them. Then she realized that wasn't enough and took 5 or 6 more to finish wiping it all up. She tossed the tissues into the trash can, turned out the light and we snuggled back under the blankets together. We were just lying there in the dark for awhile when she asked, "So obviously, when you actually have sex with someone, all that stuff that just came out of you ends up inside the girl, right?" "Well, that's how babies are made, Katie." I told her. "But if you're asking about me personally, then the answer is no. I've never actually done that inside of a girl." "I was going to ask you how they liked having all that stuff come out inside them." She said. "So why haven't you done that yet?" "Most of the time I used a condom," I replied. "So when it came out, it all just ended up inside of the condom, that's what they're meant for. And the other times, if I didn't have a condom, well... Let's just say I used a different form of birth control." "What other forms are there that don't let anything end up inside someone?" She asked. "It's called 'withdrawal'." I told her. "The way it works is, just before it comes out of me, I withdraw, or pull out my, uh, 'thing' as you call them, and point it away from the girl's vagina. That way, it all ends up on her stomach instead of inside her." "On the girl's stomach? That'd be neat. Do you like doing it like that?" "I do." I said. "I actually like that a lot." "It's also called 'pulling out' isn't it?" She asked. "Yes." I replied, "Why do you ask?" "I heard my mom say something about 'pulling out' to my dad before, but I didn't know what she was talking about. Now it makes sense. I guess she was talking about me." "I don't understand." I said. "My mom always regretted not being able to finish college and get her degree." She explained. "I heard her tell my dad a couple of times that she would have been able to get her degree if he would have been better at pulling out. Now I know what she meant." "So you were unplanned." I told her. "Nothing wrong with that. I'm sure she still loves you." "Well, enough about my personal life." Katie said. "Let's get back to what we just did here. That was kind of awesome. You said you do that every couple of weeks or so?" "About that." I replied. "Sometimes once a week. It depends. I've done it 3 times in one day before, when I was younger. If I'm dating someone, and I get to have a lot of sex, then I don't have to do it at all." "Do you still use condoms when you have sex?" She asked. "Not too often." I replied. "It feels a lot better without one. So it's nice to find a girl who's on birth control pills." "Have you ever been with anybody who took birth control pills?" She asked. "A few girls." I told her. "But you just said you never did that inside anybody before." She said. "I'm a little confused." "Just because a girl's on the pill doesn't mean a guy has to finish inside her. It just means I don't have to wear a condom if we're both okay with it. It's hard to describe, Katie. It's just so nice being able to put it inside someone without wearing one. But I just don't like to finish inside, that's all." "So you just pull out at the end so nothing ends up inside?" She asked. "Yep." I said. "Cool." Was her reply. -----We must have drifted off because all of a sudden the alarm clock next to the bed started buzzing. I looked over and saw that it was only 7am. I climbed over Katie to shut the alarm off. She woke up as I was kind of on top of her. "Hmmmm." She said, looking downward. "A girl could get used to waking up to this." I looked down and realized not only had I not put my underwear back on last night, but my penis was in it's usual state of morning arousal. "Sorry about that." I said, silencing the alarm and rolling back over to my side. "Don't be." She said. "In fact, you should come back like that. I think I have an idea." So I rolled back over like I was. "Like this?" I asked. My penis was poking right towards her belly button. "I liked watching you last night." She said. "But I got to thinking. About how you described it when you pulled out. How you said you just did it on a girl's stomach. Then I got to wondering what it would feel like to have you do what you did last night, but if you did it on my stomach instead of your own. Do you think you could do that?" "Of course, but are you sure?" I asked. "I've been thinking about it all night." She replied. "I think I was even dreaming about it." So I grabbed a hold of it and started stroking again. When I started to get close, I grabbed Katie's hand and put it on my shaft. "You can help do it for me if you'd like." I told her. "Okay." She said. I was so close at this point that it didn't take long at all. "You're about to get wet." I warned her, as I felt myself tensing up. She kept slowly stroking me. When I couldn't hold it back any longer and the time came to release, I just let go and it shot out all over her stomach, between her breasts, and even a little squirted up to her shoulder. "Yes! Wow!" She exclaimed, as I spurted. Then she laughed and said, "Oh my God! That's exactly how I dreamed it would be." She really looked cute and adorable holding my shaft, smiling with my semen all over her body. She kept stroking me until I made her stop. "That's all of it." I told her. "That was really neat." She replied. "It's so warm. So is that pretty much what it's like every time at the end when a guy pulls out?" "Pretty much." I agreed. "Sometimes there's more, sometimes there's less. Some guys shoot it really far, while other guys just kind of dribble at the end." "I guess now it's your turn to clean up my stomach." She said. "And your breasts, and your shoulders, too." I told her. I grabbed a big handful of tissues from the box and wiped all of it off her. "I should shower." She said, sitting up and grabbing her clothes from her suitcase. As she headed into the bathroom she said, smiling, "This may sound corny, but I liked getting showered by you, too." -----After she cleaned up, As I was getting into the shower she called her parents to let them know she was about on her way home. When I got out we packed our things and checked out. The snowplows had gone by during the night and the roads were a lot better. And the interstate highway was re-opened as well. During the drive home she said, "I can't thank you enough for all that you did for me." "I didn't do all that much." I replied. "I should be the one thanking you." "Nonsense." She said. "You're getting me home safely. And you taught me a lot about stuff I didn't know." "I kind of feel like I took advantage of you. You're so young." "I'm old enough to know what I'm doing." She said. "And trust me, I wouldn't do anything I wasn't comfortable with. You're very easy to be comfortable with, I guess. Thank you for making a potentially awkward situation so enjoyable. I learned a lot. And I really enjoyed it. Especially this morning." "You looked pretty happy, as I recall." I replied. "I enjoyed myself very much, thank you." She said. "Especially when you put my hand around it and I got to feel it pumping out of you with my hand and feel it landing on my body at the same time. That was really incredible." "It felt pretty amazing, Katie." "You're too old for me, you know." She said. "I know." I answered. "And you're too young for me. But I won't forget you, that's for sure." "I'm sure I'll remember it forever." She said. "I'll probably blush the next time I see you in the office." "No need to blush." I told her. "It's natural, remember?" "Well, if I see you with a date at the company picnic this summer, I'm going to envision you pulling out of her at the end and getting her stomach all warm and slippery like you did mine, okay? Now that I know what it's like." "That's a good visual to have." I said. "It sure is." She said. .....The End.....