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The Good Resident Assistant
by El Guaton (elguaton7@hotmail.com)

***

Freshman girl asks her RA for help ... with giving 
head. (MF-teens, college, oral)

***

"The Good Resident Assistant" #1

I was just thinking about giving up on my paper and 
going to bed when I heard a soft knock on my door. I 
frowned slightly, curious who wanted me at this hour. 
As the Resident Assistant on duty, late night knocks 
too frequently meant that I was about to be dragged out 
for something bad. Still, nothing to do but to answer 
it, I supposed. 

Opening my door, I saw a young, dark-haired freshman 
girl. I recognized her from my building, though her 
name escaped me. Ruth or something maybe?

"Hey, do you have a minute?" she squeaked. She was a 
good foot shorter than me, barely five feet four, so 
she had to kind of look up at me to ask. It gave her a 
darling "aw, shucks" look that was only missing her 
twisting her feet and wringing her arms. 

"Of course, come in!" I responded, mentally trying to 
shuffle aside my worries about my paper and the hour 
and my lack of sleep. If a resident had a problem and 
chose now to talk, I was her RA and was going to be 
there for her. Of course, she was cute enough, it 
certainly wasn't against my standards to ask her in, 
not by a long shot. Not that that was a good thought 
for an RA to be having about his resident! Almost 
automatically, I reviewed a mental checklist from the 
counseling workshop we had gone through. Ask open-ended 
questions. Show positive body language. Be a good 
listener. I tried to focus my mind on being 
professional. 

I moved aside to let her in, beckoning to a chair and 
closing the door behind her. Unable to help it, my eyes 
moved over her body as she turned her back to me. She 
looked like she was ready for bed, too, in a loose-
fitting blouse and short shorts with the word "juicy" 
over her ass. And juicy her ass definitely was, rounded 
and high. It was clear she had neither a tan line nor a 
panty line. And didn’t short girls usually have frumpy 
legs? This girl had long and lean legs, runner legs. 
No, no freshman 15 here. 

She took the chair I offered her. "So what’s up?" I 
asked, sitting back down in my desk chair, across from 
her. She wrinkled her nose a little bit, hesitant to 
begin. It was cute on her, though, and as she brushed a 
long strand of her curly hair out of her face, I 
noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra either. Her breasts 
were small but perky, with just the faintest outline of 
nipples visible through her blouse. 

"I kinda have a little problem," she told me, her gaze 
lowering away from me, biting her lip a little bit. She 
leaned forward as if to speak more, and her blouse hung 
away from her. It revealed a milky portion of her 
breast, a slight curve of soft-white skin that ended 
just before a nipple. 

"Well, that's what RA's are he-here for," I stammered a 
bit, surprised at how easily I was losing my 
professional cool. So, she was hot, I admitted to 
myself. Nice breasts, nice legs, both on display. Big 
curly hair, dimples, come-fuck-me-eyes. So what? 
Remember, I lectured to myself, she’s here for a friend 
and big brother, not to be leered at! "What seems to be 
the trouble my friend? Schoolwork? Roommate issues?" 

"Well..." She glanced at me, but her gaze dropped 
again, her shyness evident. Was it possible that this 
little girl could be this hot and so unconfident at the 
same time? She was only a freshman, I reasoned, and 
come to think of it, though I was enjoying her assets, 
I seemed to recall that normally she dressed rather 
plainly, and was actually a little nerdy. Maybe she was 
unaware about the power of her body. 

"I remember you said that we could come talk to you 
about whatever difficulties we ran into, right?" she 
finally got out. 

"Of course," I said, my curiosity piqued. "I'm here for 
you guys, and I care about your well-being." 

"And anything we say would be completely confidential?" 
she continued. 

"As long as you are not a danger to yourself or others, 
whatever you say will never leave this room," I 
reassured her. 

"Well," she said, one hand playing with her hair, her 
eyes still looking down. "You see, I just recently 
found a boyfriend, and he’s really the first boy I’ve 
ever, um..." she glanced from side to side, "fooled 
around with, and the thing is, um, I'm having a small 
problem, you see, uh, well, I'm just not any good at 
giving head." She hurried through this last part, 
looking up as she finished her sentence, exasperated. 

I tried to remain calm, but inside my brain nearly 
exploded. A freshman girl wanted to talk to me about 
oral sex? This was impossible! Still, remembering the 
mental checklist, I decided it would be best not to be 
judgmental. I especially didn't want to lose her trust 
by reacting badly, possibly ruining our RA-resident 
relationship. 

"I'm, uh, not too sure what you're talking about, 
Ruth," I said. "Sex takes practice, just like anything, 
but I'm sure if you two care about each other and --" 

"--You don’t get it!" My platitudes about the joy of 
sex and discovery were cut off. "Look, I really want to 
make him happy, but I can’t even keep him hard when I 
try and suck him and I've never made him cum and I just 
know that if I don’t keep him satisfied he's going to 
wander off and I don't know what to do and, look, can 
you please give me some pointers? I would do anything 
to repay you!" 

I missed the implications of this, and its inherent 
problem, having already made up my mind to "play the 
RA" and give her worries full consideration. "I suppose 
I could look for a sex manual, or maybe there’s an 
internet site that would help," was the best I could 
do.

"I think I need something a little more hands-on than 
that," she said with a half smile, but her eyes were 
big and nervous. Suddenly she slid out of her chair 
onto the ground, and shuffled over on her knees toward 
me. Her hands were on my legs, her face in line with my 
crotch. "Would you please teach me? I'm so scared, I've 
never done anything like this, and I know you're the 
RA, but please, just tell me how you like your cock 
sucked and I'll do it for you, I’m so desperate to 
learn..." she almost whined. Her face really was almost 
desperate, needy. 

I should have said, "I don't think this is 
appropriate." What I did say was, "Are you sure?" 

Her face broke out in relief. "Yes! Oh, please, yes!" 

"Ok," I said, swallowing hard. "Sucking cock is 70% 
attitude and 30% technique. The attitude you've already 
got a good start on. You have to want to suck cock. You 
have to convince your man that his cock is your world, 
and that if you can make him cum, it will be nirvana 
for you." 

"Oh, it's true, it's true, I really want your cum to 
splash across my lips, oh please, I want to satisfy you 
like no other woman has, I --" She was an eager 
learner, but I had to cut her off. 

"Good. The first thing you should do is play with the 
cock. Tease it a little bit before you let it near your 
mouth. Touch me." Some of her shyness was back. She 
stared into my eyes for a few seconds, before looking 
down. Her right hand trailed along my leg, before 
settling over my throbbing erection. It just rested 
there. "Squeeze gently." Slight pressure. Then 
relaxation. Then slight pressure again. "Do you like my 
cock?" A slight nod. "Tell me." 

"I like your cock," she echoed, half dazed. "I want to 
see it..."

"Soon enough. For now, feel it's length," I commanded. 
She grabbed me and started a jack-off motion, too tight 
and too quick. "No, too hard! Just tease me." 

Her face clouded. "I’m sorry! I --" 

I cut her off again. "No apologies, you’re learning. 
Try using light caresses or just your nails." Her 
fingers loosely dragged along my shaft, her nails 
sending exquisite tickling pleasure shockwaves up my 
skin. First one way, then the other, her hand felt the 
length of me. 

"Now take out my cock," I could barely whisper. Both 
hands came up this time, one holding out the waist of 
my sweat pants, while the other reached in to scoop out 
my cock and balls. That motion was easy; she'd had some 
experience at least. 

She shot me a half-grin. "What now?" she cooed, 
beginning to relax and get in to it. She giggled a 
little bit. Really, she was still young and immature, 
not really a woman, but god my cock was hard. 

I stood up, letting my pants fall completely down, my 
cock now bobbing in front of her face. She stayed on 
her knees in front of me, her eyes once again assuming 
an innocent, doe quality, her beautiful legs splayed 
beneath her, just the tops of what looked like tasty 
breasts on display. "There are a lot of positions in 
which to give a blowjob, but this is one particularly 
good for the man, as he can feel really in control." 
She nodded. I took my cock in my hand, lifting it up a 
bit, and then dropping it. The tip of my cock bumped 
against her cheek, smearing some pre-cum. 

She giggled, her nose crunching again. "See what I 
mean?" I asked. She nodded. I did it a few more times, 
causing a light thwapping noise every time my cock 
connected with her face. "Don't be alarmed if the guy 
wants to play with you for a bit like this, but when 
you're ready to start the blowjob, just put your hand 
around his cock, down here at the base." Instantly, her 
tight little grip surrounded me. 

"I’m ready," she half-moaned. 

"The key to any blowjob is moisture. Without it, it's 
no fun for him or for you. So get him wet with your 
tongue and your lips before you start."

"Ok," she said, nodding, as if I were giving her advice 
on how to ski or ride a bike and not on how to suck my 
cock. Her tongue sticking out a little bit, she leaned 
in, just brushing the tip of her tongue against me, 
like someone licking frost off of a pole. I jumped, and 
had to refrain myself from shoving my cock into her 
mouth and face-fucking her. I didn’t want to scare her; 
besides, this was a learning experience. 

My reaction gave her confidence. She moved her tongue 
again more forcefully, letting more of it out and with 
more pressure, this time like someone enjoying a 
lollipop, giving me one long slurp from halfway down my 
shaft all the way to the head of my cock. 

"Do you like that?" She asked. 

"Oh yeah," I encouraged her. "Lick more. And use your 
lips, too. Try and get up and down the shaft of my 
penis." Her head down, her hair spilling over both of 
us, she let her tongue descend to my cockhead before 
moving slowly up my shaft. She then slid down a bit, 
licking back the other way on the underside of my cock. 
She opened her lips just a little bit, not really 
kissing or sucking, but letting some of my girth into 
her mouth. She continued to trail her mouth up and down 
my shaft, really getting some spit going. 

"Oh god, you're so hot when you do that." She smiled 
beneath me waifishly. I really wanted to try and fondle 
those breasts, or even just look at them, but I was 
afraid of scaring her off. And if she did show me more 
of that body, I didn't know if I could resist fucking 
her. 

"Try showing some attention to just the head. Lick the 
precum and spread it around, and when you're ready, 
wrap the lips around jus the tip of my cock." Her 
tongue, long and pink, tentatively gave my peehole a 
slurp. She stared intently at my cock, maybe deciding 
how she liked the taste, before continuing to bathe my 
cockhead more thoroughly. Almost like a dog licking 
peanut butter, her tongue moved up and down, then 
swirled clockwise and counterclockwise. The light 
sucking and lip noises sounded more like she was making 
out then sucking cock. 

It felt good, but I couldn't take much more of this 
foreplay. I needed more "Open your mouth," I said, low 
but gentle. She looked up, nervous. Performance anxiety 
or second thoughts? The first, I decided. "You'll do 
fine," I reassured her. Her mouth wasn’t open, but her 
lips weren't clenched, either. I moved my hips forward, 
less than inch of my cock pushing past her lips and 
into her mouth. She grunted, her eyes widening, a 
little shocked.

We stopped. The moment held. She looked at me, curly 
dark hair frizzing ever which way, her eyes 
questioning, a cock sticking out of her mouth. It was 
the most beautiful look a woman can have. 

"Take some time to get used to the cock in your mouth. 
Flick your tongue against it. Suck a little bit." Her 
eyes looked doubtful, but she took my advice. I felt 
the velvety-rough friction that indicated tongue 
action, and a delightful vacuum formed around my cock. 
Warm and wet, warm and wet, I felt her mouth begin to 
work on me. 

"Look up at me while you do that," I said. Her eyes met 
mine. She looked so innocent and so eager to please. I 
started to move my hips just a little bit, maybe an 
inch or less going in and out of her mouth. I watched 
her cheeks puff in and out ever so slightly with my 
invasion. Her breath came fast through her noise. Her 
tongue continued to vigorously lash against me, one of 
her hands still snugly around the base of my cock, her 
other hand resting on her thigh, though not frigging 
herself, I was disappointed to see. 

"Eventually, a man should be able to use your mouth 
like a pussy. He should be able to go completely into 
you, and should be able to fuck your face. But that 
will come with practice. For now, use your hand on my 
shaft to control how much of me you take. And remember 
that a good, steady pace with unbroken suction will 
make a man cum." She nodded with my cock in her mouth, 
somehow, her enthusiasm returning. 

She started to guide me into her. First a little bit 
more of my cock, and then a lot more. Half my cock 
disappeared into her, her hand on my shaft stopping 
more. She choked a little, but didn’t try and push me 
out. Her nose was in my pubic hair, her eyes furious 
with concentration. I pulled it out for her, a long 
line of precum stretching from my cock to her lips. 

She gasped, her breath panting in and out. She licked 
her lips, savoring the precum, and then dived forward, 
searching for my cock, demanding it. "You’re so big," 
she muttered, before shoving my shaft back into her 
mouth. 

I humped her face. Soon most of my seven inch shaft was 
disappearing into her face, sliding back out, then 
ramming home. My balls hung low and heavy, occasionally 
slapping her in the chin. I let my hands descend into 
her tangles of hair, not trying to control her, but 
enjoying the possibility nonetheless. 

"Play with my balls, too," I half-moaned, getting lost 
in the sheer pleasure coming from my cock. Her hand 
left her thigh and went to my sac, kneading my balls 
gently, tugging them down from my body and letting them 
jump back up, almost as if she were milking me. 

"If you start to get tired, you can try other things. 
Focus on just the head for a while, or go back to 
licking. You can also use your hand to jack me for a 
bit." I didn’t want her to stop, but I also didn’t want 
to treat her like an object. I was a resident assistant 
at a very liberal college, after all, and considered 
myself politically correct. 

She took her mouth off me just long enough to say, "I 
need your cum," and then dived back on to my cock. My 
entire cock disappeared into her mouth in one quick 
gobble. To me, that’s always felt the best -- like 
leaving a hot tub on a wintry night and then jumping 
right back in. 

"Oh, you've got it, baby," I moaned. Part of me didn’t 
want to cum, wondering if maybe she’d let me teach her 
how to have sex, too. But my balls had other ideas. I 
could already feel my orgasm impending, barreling down 
on me. 

"There are really only a few places a man can cum," I 
panted, my heart racing. "The best place is in your 
mouth, but every once in a while, it can be nice to let 
a man cum on your face, or your tits." I hoped my hint 
wasn't too obvious. 

"I want to taste you, please," she mumbled around my 
cock, or something like that anyway, because I couldn’t 
hear her very well. All I know is that she didn't stop 
what she was doing. My cock was disappearing in and out 
of her mouth at a frantic pace. Every time I rammed it 
home, she let out a quick yelp. Slurp, uh!, slurp, uh!, 
slurp, uh! It was a dirty rhythm. A mix of her saliva 
and my precum leaked around her mouth, pooled on her 
chin, then dropped to the floor. 

"Here it comes!" I felt my cock start to spasm. She 
didn't stop bobbing at all, as first one and then two 
shots went off. It felt like the cum was starting in my 
toes. Every time some of my spunk splashed her mouth, 
she let out a moan, like I was pounding her pussy with 
my cock and not just coming in her mouth. I couldn't 
help it -- I pulled my cock out before the third spurt, 
and came across her lips, nose and cheek. She crinkled 
her nose in that cute way again, right before a fourth 
spurt, a weak one, came across her nose, forehead, and 
started to drip into her eye. She was covered in my 
cum. 

"Did I do a good job?" she asked, indifferent to the 
gooey slop leaking down her face. Her breath was heavy, 
her face flushed.  Her voice was excited, like she had 
just won a spelling bee or skied a double diamond.

"Yes," I said, "With a few more lessons, you'll be a 
pro." She gave me a big smile. "Now clean me up a 
little." She started to question me, but with my 
deflating erection shoved back in her mouth, there was 
no time. She responded immediately, sucking lightly on 
my cock, cleaning off the cum. 

END

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