Love Lessons I - A Very Tiny Tale

by Augusta Pembrooke ( a_pembrooke@yahoo.com )

Category: Humor, chan, PWP

Pairing: Q/O

Rating: NC-17

Summary: This tale presupposes an Order in which Masters teach their apprentices *everything*. And I mean EVERYTHING.

Archive: MA and https://www.squidge.org/~pumpkin/augusta/augusta.htm

Warnings: Underage Obi-Wan, humor, smut. This series of tales is set in a universe and Jedi Order in which it is expected that Masters train their Apprentices in appropriate sexual behaviors. While such training takes place within a loving trust-relationship, it also begins earlier than many readers may feel comfortable with, at the onset of puberty. This means that this story will involve sexual relations between a young teen and his adult mentor. If this bothers you, or offends you, you are advised to read no further.

Author's note: I am 're-using' my "Pleasure Boy" characters s'Lantha and Targo here, but this story is not in that 'reality'. What does it mean when you 'AU' your own characters? Would medication help?

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Obi-Wan and s'Lantha were on kitchen duty that week, something all knights' padawans were required to do once a year, on the theory that it kept them humble. Or that's what the official story was; actually the Order was just too cheap to hire enough help for the cooks.

But Obi-Wan didn't mind it too much. The work was menial, but rather soothing, snapping bushel baskets full of beans or shelling peas for hours. He especially liked being teamed with his friend s'Lantha, since they rarely saw one another. Recently elevated to the ranks of Padawan, they were In Temple only when their Masters were, so their tours rarely coincided. And Obi-Wan and s'Lantha had been confidants for years.

Something was clearly eating at s'Lantha, and Obi-Wan was patiently waiting until he worked up the nerve to bring up whatever it was. But it wasn't until the genial cook had installed the two in the scullery with mountains of vegetables to subdue that he finally asked, "So, Obi-Wan... has your Master taught you about.. sex yet?"

Obi-Wan grinned and blushed at the same time. "Oh yeah..." He glanced down at the potato he was mangling. "Once he noticed how often I was changing my sheets..." Now he was blushing a fierce red.

S'Lantha looked relieved. "You... do that too?"

Obi-Wan looked at S'lantha in surprise. "Of course. If you mean do I have wet dreams... nocturnal emissions, my Master calls 'em. Makes me think of bed-farts, myself." S'Lantha giggled. "I think 'wet dreams' are more descriptive. Anyway, after Qui-Gon saw me piling my sheets into the laundry chute for the third day in a row, he told me it was nothing to be ashamed of, and it was time I had the lessons."

"Lessons?" S'Lantha was fairly goggling.

Obi-Wan was grinning and giggling helplessly now. "You Knoooow."

The boys returned to their tasks, s'Lantha seriously puzzled, Obi-Wan lost in apparently pleasurable memories. After a few moments, Obi-Wan said reminiscently, "Man, when he asked me if I'd ever TASTED myself..."

S'Lantha threw down the knife he'd been using and snapped, "Okay, Kenobi, that's it. You are going to HAVE to tell me the story here, or I'm going to go Sithazoid on you."

Obi-Wan laughed, and got up to refill his wooden container with potatoes before sitting back down and beginning. "Well, it started with the sheets, like I said. I was waking up with really sticky sheets after some very fantastic dreams for days and days in a row. So one day, my Master told me to come into our living area and sit down; it was time for the Lessons. I expected one of those birds'n'bees talks, maybe with illustrations, you know - like they gave us initiates when we were eight?"

S'Lantha nodded encouragingly, his posture inviting more confidences.

Obi-Wan went on, "... so he asked me did I know about sex. And I said of course, in *theory* anyway. And THEN he asked did I know how to 'please myself'... he meant with my hands, so I said yes of course I did. I was spending hours in the fresher - what did he THINK I was doing in there?" S'Lantha grinned and nodded... this much was apparently familiar turf to him. "So THEN he asked me to show him. How I did it, I mean. I was sort of shy about that, but he's seen me naked, he's seen me puking my guts out, so I figured, hey. I pulled it out and started toying with myself... getting harder and harder..."

S'Lantha breathed, "I do NOT beleeeeve this."

Obi-Wan ignored him. "THEN he asked me what I was thinking of. I said 'you, Master'. He didn't get it; he said, 'no, what do you picture when you do that to yourself'. And I said 'You, Master. I imagine it's you doing this to me... your hands.' I started lightly flicking that really sensitive spot, you know, right under the head, and said '... your tongue...' THAT got him over to the sofa beside me. And it was his hands." Obi-Wan sighed happily.

S'Lantha said, "You *had* Master Qui-Gon?"

"Oooh, he felt so good..." Obi-Wan closed his eyes for a minute, smiling beautifically. "He KISSED me! And then his tongue was in my mouth - I always thought that sounded sort of ... I don't know, squicky or something, but it really feels good! And his hand was moving up and down on my unit like I'd always imagined, only better, 'cause his hands are so big. I went off like a cheap firecracker, spewing everywhere. That's when he asked me if I'd ever tasted myself."

"What did you say?" s'Lantha asked in a voice that barely rose about a whisper.

"I said 'of course not'. I mean, gross, right?" Obi-Wan grinned. "Wrong... the backs of his fingers were all covered with my come and he licked 'em off... very very slowly. Thought I was going to pass out - THAT mental image is going to stay with me for a while. And then he pushed his tongue back into my mouth and I was tasting myself on him. FORCE... What a feeling. Had me ready to go again in under a minute."

S'Lantha theatrically slid off his stool and collapsed onto his back on the floor and wailed "My Master gave me a booklet and told me to ask him if I had any questions."

Obi-Wan was ruthless. "That was just the first lesson, on self-pleasure. We got into pleasing another the next night... Oh, what that man can do with his mouth..."

S'Lantha sat up, covered his ears and started chanting, "I'm not listening, I'm not listening..."

Obi-Wan dutifully went back to his potatoes. Seconds later, s'Lantha got up off the floor and said, "... and? What CAN he do with his mouth?"

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