"That was sexy!" she moaned. "You were great," she encouraged.

(Continued from You're so big) ... I'll never forget the look of shock in her eyes as they dart between my eyes and my erection. Lisa stood up and backed away a couple of steps. I blushed. I was so ashamed I just sat there, heart pounding in my chest. Her expression softened as she looked back up to me. "Oh Honey..." she consoled. "I was just surprised, that's all," she stammered. "Wooow!" she giggled. "That is the biggest I've ever seen, Scott. Don't feel bad. It's impressive, that's for sure!" she said encouragingly. I couldn't look at her. I started to shrink. "Scoooott..." she drew my name out. "Look at me Scott," she said sweetly. I turned my eyes up slowly. She stood there looking at me. Her eyes sparkled like I had done something sweet. She rocked back and forth slowly alternating her weight from one foot to the other. She bit her lower lip and began caressing herself. At first, I thought it was because she was cold, but where and how she caressed herself betrayed her. As her gaze shifted between my eyes and my hardness, I saw a spark cross her eyes. She had been thinking and inspiration had lit. "Show me how you do it, Scott. Show me how you take care of yourself," she spoke softly but urgently. "Go on, baby. Show me," she encouraged. I stood abruptly and headed down the hall. "Wait. What are you...?" she asked. "Hold on," I said. "I need to get something."  I grabbed a large bath sheet from my closet. Then, I hurried to the kitchen and opened the pantry. I grabbed something. I returned quickly to the couch and spread out the bath sheet. As I sat back down she saw what I had grabbed from the pantry. Olive Oil. "Oh!" she giggled. "You are going to show me, aren't you?" she teased. "Can I have some too?" she mewed. She pouted and looked down on me. She batted her eyelashes. I still couldn't believe this was happening. I had never been with a real woman and now my close friend stood naked in front of me. Slowly, she opened the bottle. She set the cap on the coffee table. Then she wrapped both hands around the bottle and placed her thumb over the opening of the bottle. Without thinking, I grabbed myself with both hands. My right hand at the top of my dick. The left hand at the base. Slowly, I started to run both hands toward the middle until they touched. And then I reversed the motion. Lisa's countenance had shifted from sweet and understanding to hungry as she looked into my eyes. She began to roll her hips and used her arms to press her breasts forward. She bent her arms at the elbow and began jerking the bottle upwards. Oil began squirting past her thumb. It splashed into her chin. Her neck. A rogue thrust got it in her hair. The oil ran down her neck. She up-ended the bottle and splashed her breasts liberally. She set the bottle down. I grabbed the bottle and without taking my eyes off of her, I poured oil over my member. I almost dropped the slippery bottle as I tried frantically to set it back on the table. "Show me," she rasped. Lisa slid her hands over her body. She rubbed and pinched and pulled on herself as her hips rolled seductively. My cock had never felt so hard. As big as I was, I had never felt the head pull so hard that it ran out of skin. The head of my cock was on fire. I held on, but didn't move for fear of cumming too quickly. She noticed I had stopped and walked toward me. She bent down and kissed my lips. She placed her hands around my neck and turned her head so our lips would lock together. Her tongue plunged into my mouth. First one knee, then the other, slid over my thighs until she straddled me. Her slick bosom pressed into me. Lisa's pelvis ground into mine. Our hungry mouths opened and closed. Our tongues entwined as we started to move together. "Mmmmmm," she growled. Her body started to slide up and down. She pressed in closer and grabbed the back of the couch. Our bodies were pressed together hot and slick. The oil snapped and clicked as our friction increased. As my dick continued to slide to the side, Lisa stopped sliding up and down. She ground her hips forward into the base of my manhood. She slid herself over my balls, onto the base of my shaft. "Oh!, uh-huh!" she whispered. At her aural input, I almost came. "Lisa...? I'm going to..." I panted. "It's ok, Scott. I want you to," she whined softly. Lisa rocked back from my chest and grabbed my cock. Her pussy slid into my groin hard. She used my shaft to pull herself into the base harder and harder. "Look at me Scott!" she demanded. Her eyes bore into mine. Her hands slid up to the tip of my engorged rod and she used the pads of her thumbs to press into the bottom of the head. Her hips pumped furiously into me. "Mm-Hmm... Yah." she hummed. Our bodies almost vibrated as we slammed into each with short thrusts. Lisa's mouth opened and closed. She kept wetting her lips with her tongue. Her quick breaths came in ragged succession. I couldn't take it any more. I felt the first release from my balls fill my shaft. Lisa began pumping my shaft and pulled at the head of my shaft. She tried to maintain rhythm, but was racked with her orgasm. She gasped in high pitched breaths as the waves washed over her. She jerked in my lap. The subsequent pulses shot from my cock in thick ropes. Like fireworks exploding between us, the sparks splattered across our chests. Lisa leaned in to kiss me passionately. Slowly, she stroked the semen from my shaft and let it run over her hands. I sat heaving. I remained in a state of complete euphoria as she kissed me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me. It was a passionate hug. "That was sexy!" she moaned. "You were great," she encouraged. I looked at her lovingly. She was my first.