“Oh. George.”
He chuckled. He leaned down and kissed her shoulder.
She sighed. “What was that?”
“What do you mean?” His words were muffled into her shoulder as one of his hands cupped a breast. He was very hard, and he didn’t know what he should do next with her. Was he going to couple with her? Was he going to show her how to use her hand on him? Why hadn’t he delineated a clear curriculum first? She had said she wanted to know everything, but he wasn’t sure he was up foreverything. Wouldn’t he release his seed long before he had shown her all the permutations? How many times could a very aroused twenty-six-year-old man release in an hour?
“What happened to me when you touched me down there?”
What? He lifted his head. “The same thing that happens, I assume, when you touch yourself down there.”
A deep crimson spread over her face.
“I only touch myself . . . down there when . . . to clean myself.”
Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no.
“You’re twenty-two, Phee.”
She whispered, “Yes.”
“Is . . . ? Was that your first climax?”
“Climax? Like in a novel or a play? Oh, what a good name for it! Oh, yes!”
He felt wretched.
“What’s wrong, George?”
“I thought . . . I assumed you had had one before.”
“No. But, oh, it was so wonderful. Why do you look so serious?”
Because I wasn’t paying attention to you, Phee. I was paying attention to Lord Danforth. How goodIfelt. How you were rubbingmyhead, how you were kissingme. I thought I was preparing you for something. I didn’t realize you were there.
I am the world’s worst teacher.
He took his hand from her breast and rolled onto his back, away from her.
Four
“You know you could do that to yourself, right, Phee?”
She went up on her elbow next to him. “No, I didn’t. I thought I needed,” she whispered, “a cock.” Then, in a normal tone of voice, “I didn’t know a finger worked.”
His own cock hardened further when she saidcock.
“George.” She was looking at his member. “Are you ready for me to touch it? Or maybe somewhere else?”
He groaned.
“Is that a yes?” He felt a tentative brush of a finger on his scrotum. “Does it feel good if I touch you there?”
“Yes, but no. It’s a no, I’m not ready.”
“But your—” She gulped. “You are standing up at attention.”
He sat up. “I think the lesson is done.” He got off the bed and walked around it, looking for his trousers.
