"Chris, wait!" she pleaded weakly, knowing she had to stop him now or it would be too late.

He raised his head to look at her and she could see the glazed look of desire and passion in his eyes. "Look, we can't fuck," she told him, surprising him and herself by the use of the word, "but there's something else I can do for you, something I want to do."

He raised up even higher, looking down at her in surprise. She reached between their bodies and began squeezing his cock through the material of his jeans. "What… what did you have in mind?" he asked hesitantly.

"I… I could… we… give you a blowjob," she said nervously, feeling herself blush.

"Are… are you sure?" he asked, and she could tell he thought he was dreaming.

In response to his question she gently pushed him to one side so that he was laying beside her on the seat. She moved to where she was kneeling on the floor beside the couch, and with trembling fingers she began to unfasten his belt and jeans, finally pulling down the zipper before looking up at his face again.

She smiled warmly, shyly at him as the two of them pushed his jeans down to his knees, followed quickly by his shorts, freeing his cock, which caused her to gasp, her breath catching in her throat.

His cock was a lot larger than she had imagined!

It was about eight or nine inches long and stood up proud and hard from his groin. Seeing it clearly for the first time nearly caused her to change her mind, but then she thought about the even larger cock of her father and knew that if she were going to be able to take her dad's, she would have to start with one that was a bit smaller.

She reached out and wrapped the fingers of her right hand around it, feeling the silky texture of the skin, letting her hand move up and down the length of it from base to crown. The touch excited her and she could tell by the low moan of pleasure from Chris that it made him feel good as well.