“Yeah, especially after she comes,” Leo agrees. “If she pushes you away, or squirms to get away from you, stop until further notice. Some women just need a minute, others are done. She’ll let you know.”
I take a large gulp of shandy.So, speaking of…I mean, what can I do with her clit that’ll really…you know…drive her wild, in a good way?
“OK, so,” Leo says, stretching his arms carelessly above his head, “I’m gonna tell you what I do with every one night stand. It’s advice I got from the guy I apprenticed for before I opened Wishbone, and it’s never steered me wrong. You use the tip of your tongue, and do the alphabet on her clit. Literally trace out letters. Spell words out, if you like. I’ve been told it feels goodanyway, and sometimes you stumble on a letter that makes her moan and thrash about, and you just keep doing that one. Like this one time, Jana was her name, and I’ve never forgotten it…she was all about the D, in more ways than one.” He clicks his fingers. “Boom.”
Eli whistles quietly. “I’m trying that on Em.” He looks at me. “The other thing you can do, of course, is justaskher what she wants.”
“Mmm,” Leo hums as he drinks, “probably the best advice anyone could ever give you: talk to her and ask her what she likes. And then do it.”
“What she says, goes.” Eli finishes his Doom Bar.
“And don’t forget that it can take a while, OK?” Leo gives me the most serious face I think I’ve ever seen him wear. “You might need to do things for a good long while. Some women get off quickly, others may need foreplay for a long time before they get there. Both ways, and anything in between, are normal, and can vary depending on her mood. But all good things to those who - ”
Wait, I finish for him with a nod.
He shakes his head. “No. All good things to those who put in the effort, pay attention, and have patience.”
And this is why I asked them both for the inside track. I didn’t come across any of these kind, human details when I Googled for tips. I’m not sure if everything is now going to be easier or more complicated with this added knowledge from people I trust, but I’m grateful nonetheless. This is theunknownunknown, and I am glad as hell I know these things before I start. Possibly the advantage of being older and more mature when cashing in my V card.
But now for the big one.
OK, so how will I know if she’s definitely…enjoyed it…and hasn’t just faked it?
Eli and Leo swap a look and grin broadly.
“Ah, mate,” Leo says happily, a wistful look in his eyes, “it’s one of the best things about being alive, when you’ve made your partner come. There isnothingin this world quite like it.”
“I mean, once again, this all depends on the person you’re with. No two people come exactly alike,” Eli warns, “but there are tells you can look out for.”
“Some women tremble,” Leo offers.
“Yep. And some women make noises, some don’t.”
“But a big clue is, her pussy will rhythmically clench and throb a few times. And she’ll get even wetter. If you’ve gotten her to this stage, you’ve already made her pretty god damn wet, but let me tell you.” Leo winks. “Even. Wetter. It’sgreat.”
“I’ve got to say, though, if you think she’s faked her orgasm, that’s a cue for you to talk to her, because that’s a clear sign that something needs sorting out. But be kind,” Eli adds. “Women are conditioned by basically the entire world to think they have to perform for us, and the pressure is immense. Trust me on this.”
“And sometimes, it just ain’t happening for her, and that’s OK,” Leo says firmly. “Don’t make her feel worse by trying to force the issue, or looking on it as an affront to your masculinity, or whatever fucking bollocks. Just be led by her. Back to the whole ‘what she says, goes’ thing. Maybe she’ll want to try something different, or try again later. Just do what she asks, and be open to it all.”
“Yes. That.” Eli points at Leo and grins. “Although, one of my favourite telltale signs is when her toes tighten up. It’s an involuntary reflex, so if you’re ever unsure, look at her toes.” His face softens. “And the way she looks at me afterwards, like there’s nowhere she’d rather be than right there in my arms, like she trusts me with this part of herself and…god, thelovein her eyes… If I was standing, it’d bring me to my knees. Every time.”He stands. “And now if you’ll excuse me…” He picks up his phone and presses call. “Em. Go back to bed,chère. That’s an order.”
Leo and I laugh as we watch him go, giving us a backward wave.
He drains the dregs of his pint. “One more?” I nod, and he asks a passing waitress to put two pints on his tab.
Thanks. And thanks for not laughing at me.
He shakes his head with a puzzled gust of laughter. “Why would I?” he asks. “You’re doing the right thing by your woman, and that’s what a good man does. She’s a lucky lady to have someone who cares that it’s good for her, too, and will take whatever steps to make sure that happens.”
I flap my hand dismissively.
“No, seriously,” he insists, “you’d be amazed how many of my previous lovers have told me about the pig headed Duracell bunnies they slept with, who either didn’t notice their partner didn’t come, or didn’t care. Or think that women just don't, if you can believe that. And so many are content enough with pretending that she got off, because they get theirs and don’t have to put in any real effort in return. And, with respect, you’d be forgiven for just wanting to finally have the experience of sex. But you’re better than that, and I’m proud of you.”
The waitress comes back with our drinks, and I hide how I'm feeling with a long gulp.
“And listen, remember that sometimes it takes a few tries, OK? Sometimes women need to be with someone a while before they feel comfortable enough to relax and let go. And the same goes for you. Don’t put unnecessary pressure on yourself, and remember there’s nothing to be gained by hurrying anything. Especially the first time. Just take your time and enjoy everything as it comes. Pun intended.”
I take a deep breath.OK, I feel better now. Thanks again.
