She’s wearing a smirk that seems tobe channeling Casey. “Are you sure? Because it sure felt like you had no clue what you were doing.”
“I-I—”
“Hold on.” She sits up and pulls the sundress off, just to reveal she’s not wearing anything under it, not even a bra. I’m still staring at her beautiful body while she kicks off her sandals and fluffs up my pillows so she can sit up and lean back against them.
“Let’s try this again.”She reaches down with her left hand, spreads her labia apart, and starts pointing out the topography.
I struggle to listen, to process, to focus. My cock, which had been hard already, my issue compounded by how I was rubbing against the bed as I was attempting to eat her out, has wilted.
“Ready to try again?”
I dumbly nod, humbled and finally starting to work the panic out of my system. No,I didn’t violate her consent.
Apparently, I just…suck at oral. Which wasn’t something my two previous girlfriends mentioned.
Now I’m nervous. Can performance anxiety mess a guy up like this, too? Because while yes, I’m eager as hell to try again, my cock has completely wilted as my brain has engaged and desperately tried to follow along with her tutelage.
She’s already a teacher. Even thoughI’m reasonably sure she won’t be teaching like this in any elementary school.
She throws me a bone. “I know you’re eager, but I don’t expect you to be a super lover our first time out. It takes a while to get to know someone’s body.”
“You didn’t have any trouble with me when you blew me.”
She smiles. “I practiced.”
I lean in and try again, letting her talk me through it.
Even I can tell thedifference this time, because she starts making all these sweet gasps and moans as she’s talking me through it. Her hand returns to my hair, gripping, stroking, fisting, and her hips begin rocking in time with what I’m doing.
After about ten minutes, she’s not talking now, except to beg me not to stop, summoning her deity, and saying, “Yes, George!”
Gotta say, that last one sounds differentthan I’ve ever heard it before. Maybe I really did suck before, because my past two girlfriendsneversounded likethiswhen I went down on them.
I keep going until she finally pats me on the head, then starts gently pushing me away. That’s when I sit up, but she pulls me in for a kiss, not even wiping my face first.
In fact, I’m hard again now—don’t even know when that happened—and even harderwhen she licks her juices off my chin. There’s a sweet, glazed look in her eyes I’ve never seen anyone wear before, either.
I’m actually afraid to ask. “H-how was that?”
She nuzzles her nose against mine. “Fantastic, Sir.”
A pleasant shiver ripples through me at the term.
Correction, at thewayshe said it. “Sir?”
“Mmm-hmm.” She hooks her feet around the backs of my knees. I’m still dressed,even with my sneakers on. “If you were that good our first time with only a few minutes of instruction, I can only imagine how you’ll be after a few years together.”
I answer her smile with one of my own. “Yeah?”
She plays with my shirt collar. “Yeah.” There’s something so sweetly vulnerable about her in this moment that it makes my cock twitch. “I know what I want. I want a guy who will takecontrol in good ways. Be protective of me. Let me bemeoutside the bedroom, but he wants to be in charge inside it.” She’s watching me closely now.
“H-how much in charge?” I feel something deep inside me slither, the stuff of my darkest hidden fantasies that Good-Guy George would never dare engage in.
Bad-Guy George, however…
Her voice drops to a whisper. “I want a guy not afraid to take whathe wants, but who I know if I say no, he’ll know I mean it and stop. Good guy with a bad side only for and with me. Because I want to be Sir’s cherished little slut, a slut for only him.”
My throat goes dry and I feel a little light-headed. I’m positive that’s because my cock is now hogging my body’s blood supply. “You do, huh?” I somehow manage.
