I grew up at a time when it was rare for a girl to let you fuck her and you didn't expect it. Sex was mainly confined to necking and masturbation, mutual if you were lucky. With Nicole, it wasn't mutual but after our fourth date, she started to masturbate me. I was the less experienced of the two of us but I could tell from the confident way she handled my penis that she knew something about masturbating a guy. She knew how to vary the rhythm of her strokes and the pressure of her fist and how to tease me to the brink of ejaculating and then pull back to prolong the session. She was doing it to me every time we went out and I loved it, getting naked for her in the back of my car and letting her take control. I loved to kiss her hand with its slim, strong fingers and ivory nails before it performed its magic on me. Then one evening we had a fight; not a big one but afterwards I was sulky and when she tried to put her hand between my legs I pushed it away and said I wasn't in the mood. But I am, she replied. I still said no. We drove home in silence. When I dropped her off, she told me there's something you need to understand. I don't wank you just for you, I do it for me too. If I want to masturbate you, I expect you to cooperate, without question. I want you to know that I won't do it to you again until you apologise for your behaviour tonight and assure me that it will never, never happen again. I didn't see her again for a few days but then she rang to remind me of an invitation we had to keep. So we went out the next night and she was very pretty and talkative but seemed to be waiting for me to say something. I said nothing. When I called her the next day, her mother answered and said Nicole was out. With Stu (an old boyfriend), she added. This news naturally drove me nuts. I was a couple of more days before I finally got hold of her only to be told she was busy. With Stu? I asked, angrily, which wasn't wise. With Stu, she replied, he's a guy who knows how to behave. I needed her hand on my penis like you wouldn' believe. I was masturbating myself five times a day while thinking about her but it wasn't the same as the real thing. Let me see you, I pleaded. She made me wait for three more days. My apologies were total and abject and she didn't help how I felt by listening to me impassively. I knew I had been subjected to a power play and had lost massively. At last she relented and with a quizzical smile said, well as proof of your new found obedience, you can drop your pants right now. She took 15 minutes to make me cum with a bang that went all the way up my spine. I missed you, I said. I didn't miss anything, she said, I had Stu.
