"You don't have to," Chester said, trying to sound like he meant it, trying to mean it. He did mean it, he told himself, she didn't have to.

Unless she wanted to.

He hoped she wanted to.

Francie looked over at him and laughed, as though she could read his mind.

"You're so funny," she said, leaning over to kiss him. "And remind me that we have to play poker together one of these days."

"What does that mean?"

Francie laughed as she pulled her cute undies on and reached for her bra.

Chester immediately decided that Francie in her underwear was just as sexy and alluring as Francie wearing nothing at all.

"It means you're as easy to see through as a pane of glass, Chester Wozniak." Francie leaned in and kissed him again, her mouth warm and wet. "Now, let's get these pants off and see if I'm as good at oral sex as you are."

She began to undo his jeans, and Chester was suddenly nervous, and put his hand over hers, stopping her.

"What, were you serious?"

"No, I'm pretty sure I've never wanted anything so bad in my life, " Chester assured her. "It's just that no one but my parents and my doctors have seen my legs, in, like, ten years, you know?"

"Oh." Francie's voice was soft, and she sat back on her calves, Japanese style, looking very cute in her bra and undies. "Well, if you like, you can take your pants and underwear off by yourself, then cover your legs up with a blanket or something?" She offered. "Or just lower them enough for me to take care of business?"

"What, like I'm going to the bathroom or something?" Chester asked. He shook his head. "No. Part of sex is intimacy, otherwise we might as well just pay someone and be done with it. Not that there's anything wrong with that, it's just not what I'm after with you, you know?" He stroked her face. "I love you, Francie, and I want the closeness."

Francie smiled. "Me too."

"I just want you to--to be prepared, that's all. I don't look like the guys you're used to seeing. The guys on the swim team, with their perfect bodies, their amazing legs? And your dad is literally a rock star," Chester added with a laugh.

"Are you--are they--deformed?" Francie asked, running her hands down his legs, her touch making him throb.

Chester shook his head. "No, nothing like that. I was lucky."

Francie nodded. "Okay, then. Let's see what we're working with, shall we?"

Chester took a deep breath and nodded as well.

Francie once again began undoing his pants, bending forward so her face was close to his crotch. This gave Chester an unobstructed view of her posterior, which was slightly raised in the air, clad only in her wispy pink undies. It looked like a beautiful heart to Chester, like a lacy pink Valentine, gorgeous in how it narrowed to her beautiful waist, how it showed the twin dimples at the base of her spine, the downy hollow where the finest blonde hair grew.

While he'd been admiring her bottom and back, Francie had undone his pants and begun pulling them off. He kicked them off, one leg at a time, though she had to do most of the work, since he couldn't bend his legs very well, and Francie got her first look at Chester's legs.

Chester was right, they weren't misshapen in any way, they were just very, very skinny, and turned in unusual ways. His underwear, which were boxer briefs, were meant to stretch out over the thighs, but on him they fit very loosely, because his thighs were so small. She could see his hip bones poking prominently through the material of the briefs, and knew that they would be visible when she got his briefs off.

Chester lay tensely on the bed while she looked, as though waiting for a verdict from her.

Francie didn't say a word, but merely braced herself over his toned stomach and lowered herself to press an open-mouthed kiss just below his navel, where there was the beginning of a trail of hair that disappeared into the top of his briefs.

And speaking of things poking prominently, "What have we here?" Francie murmured with a little laugh. She breathed warm air onto the hard protrusion she could see through the fabric of his briefs, and she could see it twitch.

"Oh my god, that felt good," she heard Chester murmur.

"And I haven't even touched it yet," Francie said with another laugh.

Chester could feel her curls bouncing against his thighs.

In response, he hooked his thumbs in the sides of his briefs and pushed them down in one decisive moment, so Francie was left staring directly at an erect penis for the first time in her life. It sprang free and nearly hit her in the face also.

"Whoa!" she said as she sat up rather abruptly.

"What, what?" Chester sat up also, worried that something had gone horribly awry before things had even gotten started.

"Nothing," Francie assured him, recovering quickly. "It's just, um, you--uh, that is--it--uh startled me a little, that's all."

"Startled you?" Chester repeated, mystified. "How? It didn't do anything."

"You know," Francie said, rolling her eyes a little in embarrassment. "I've never really seen one before like this--"

"What do you mean, 'like this'?" Chester asked in confusion. "You mean circumcised?"

"Well, yeah, that, too," Francie acknowledged, nodding. "But also, you know, tumescent."

"Tumescent?" Chester nearly choked. "You mean erect?"

"Yeah," Francie nodded, relieved.

"Oh." Chester looked at her. "So, you still okay with this? Or have you changed your mind, now that you've seen me, uh, tumescent?"

Francie nodded. "I'm good, I'm good."

Chester leaned in, putting a hand on the back of her head, to kiss her, long and slow. "Francie Santangelo, you are just the cutest thing I've ever seen." He smiled at her. "You mind if I stay sitting up? So I can watch?"

Francie shook her head. "I'd actually prefer it. And maybe you could put your hands on my head and sort of guide me? I'd worry less that I'm doing it wrong."

Chester laughed. "I don't think that's possible, but okay."

So Francie lowered her head, licking her lips, putting her hand on Chester's penis, marveling at how it could feel so warm and hard without having any bones in it.

First, she put just the tip in her mouth, noticing how velvety soft it felt. She knew that, even though it was called a blow job, there was actually no blowing involved, it was all about suction. She'd read about them online, and even watched some videos of people giving them, so she sort of knew what to do, but watching and doing were two different things, she quickly realized.

She went down as far as she could, and used her hand to make up the difference, grasping around the base of him. Above her, she heard him gasp, and quickly stopped.

"Less teeth, okay, Francie?"

She nodded, and tried to use her lips more, going up and down like she'd seen. She hollowed her cheeks, exerting suction, and went down too far, making herself choke.

"Oops, sorry," she said. "Can you hold my hair?"

Chester obligingly gathered up her hair and held it out of the way.

"God, you look amazing," Chester murmured. "I can't look at you too long or I'm just going to come from watching."

This made Francie feel much better, and she went back to work, moving in ways that she though would feel good.

"Could you use your tongue more?"

She nodded as best she could and ran her tongue up and down while keeping her mouth on him. She sped up and pressed harder, pressing on his tummy with her hand, feeling the muscles tense up as he got more excited.

"Slow down, slow down."

She did, confused, and made an interrogative noise.

"No no, it feels fantastic, I just don't want to come yet, that's all."

Yay!

"Unless you're tired? You want to stop?"

Francie shook her head and slowed down, feeling his abs relax.

"Francie, this is amazing."

Francie realized she was feeling kind of excited, kind of turned on, and this surprised her. She didn't think she would get anything out of doing this, that it would all be for him.

Yay again.

This time, Chester pushed her head down too far and made her gag.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry!"

Francie found her jaw was getting tired, so she sped up again, pressing with her tongue and concentrating just on the soft tip, which she could tell really excited him. This time she didn't stop when she felt his tummy tense up.

"Francie? I'm going to come. Can I come in your mouth?"

She nodded and squeezed his hip as she kept going, as fast as she could, taking as much as she could, hoping it wouldn't taste terrible, hoping she wouldn't gag or barf or something equally embarrassing.

"Oh god, here I come, here I come, beautiful Francie, ready?"

And his whole body tensed up, right before he got impossibly hard in her mouth. Then he pressed on her, and she could feel him spurting, ropes of something warm, and she tried to take it as far back as she could so she wouldn't really taste it; she'd read online that this was the best way if you were worried about the taste. She could smell that it was sort of bleachy, but not quite. The spasms went on for about five seconds, then he relaxed, and pressed again, but not for quite as long, and then he was finished. She swallowed, and it was over.

Chester, heaving for breath, pulled her up to kiss her.

"Don't you want me to wipe my mouth or anything?" Francie asked in surprise.

"That wouldn't be very nice of me, would it?" Chester asked with a laugh. For good measure, he kissed her again and lay back, pulling her with him. "If I were unwilling to have on my mouth for a few seconds what you'd just had in your mouth for such a long time?"

"I'd never thought of it like that," Francie admitted, snuggling into Chester's body.

"So, I can honestly say that that's the most amazing experience I've ever had in my life," Chester said with a huge smile.

"And you know what?" Francie added.

"What?"

"It was exciting for me, too. Like I got turned on doing it."

"I can believe that."

"What does that mean?" Francie asked.

"No, I don't mean that blowing me must be such a great experience that you couldn't help but get turned on," Chester assured her. "I just mean that when I was going down on you, I got excited, too. I can see why people like to do it to each other at the same time, you know? Or why people like to do things to themselves while they do it to the other person? Yeah, I totally get it."

Chester kissed Francie, a gentle kiss as he smoothed her hair away from her face. "I'm the luckiest guy in the whole world," he told her. "I can't believe that with all the guys to choose from, you chose me."

Francie smiled. "And I feel the same way, Chester Wozniak. I can't think of anyone on earth I'd rather be doing all this with, honestly."

"Good." He stretched hugely. "Wouldn't it be great if you could just sleep over? Like this? But now I guess I really have to get you home."

"I guess so," Francie said regretfully. "I mean, it's not a big deal, it's barely one o'clock, and they know where I am, but I don't want to take advantage of how nice my parents are."

"Okay. Put your clothes back on, I guess," Chester said. "Though you in clothes makes me so sad."

Francie laughed. "I love you so much."

"Yeah. I love you, too."