“That’s good news. Nothing wrong with virgins, but I prefer women with a little experience.”
“Well, considering my unexciting history, you could practically label me one,” she snarls.
“Which leads me to my next question. How many men have you been with?”
“Um…” She hesitates.
“If we’re going to do this, it’s important for me to know how far I can push you.”
“I’ve been with only three guys.” Wow. That’s it? “I was with Dean Pembroke, my high-school sweetheart since I was sixteen. We broke things off two years ago before I moved to LA. He didn’t want to come along and he didn’t want a long-distance relationship.”
“You weren’t in love enough to stay in Savannah?”
“We were young and he was my first. Some girls end up living a long, happy life with their high-school sweetheart, I never saw myself as one of them. As much as I liked him at the time, I couldn’t imagine myself with Dean for the rest of my natural life.”
“So you’ve been dating since you moved out here?”
“Yeah. I’ve dated two guys and both are my age. Henry and Curtis are sweet, but I’m afraid they’re as inexperienced as I am. At times, it felt like the blind leading the blind. I always thought a guy would automatically know more than I did when it comes to sex and he’d instinctively know what to do, but it wasn’t the case. Curtis was a little better, but Henry was an absolute disaster. Even I knew that.”
I bite my tongue to avoid laughing. Younger guys are usually clueless. Poor thing. “When was the last time you were with a guy?”
“Do we really have to do this?” I sense her uneasiness. I don’t answer and let her come to her own conclusion. After a few long seconds, she speaks again. “Okay, I get it. I only went out for a couple of weeks with Henry. After a while I stopped returning his calls. Sex was way too boring and I didn’t feel there was a connection between us. It became clear there was no point in continuing. I’ve seen other guys since then, but it didn’t go past a couple coffee dates. So to answer your question, it’s been over a year. I know. It’s bad, right?”
Three hundred sixty-five days without fucking. Incredible. It never ceases to amaze me how women can go that long without sex. Unless a guy has a physical problem with his cock, he’ll always find someone to fuck. It doesn’t matter if you’re attracted to her or not as long as she’s willing.
“No, not at all,” I say to appease her. “Thanks for trusting me enough to share that part of your past. And for the record, sex isn’t supposed to be boring. Most young guys are still exploring and unsure of themselves. It takes time to learn how to please a woman. You’re all wired so differently from us. Everything is out in the open with guys. You rub, I come. There’s evidence of my climax. With you… it’s a mystery that a man is only able to unravel over the years.”
“Were you ever awkward and unsure of yourself at twenty-two?” she asks in a timid voice.
I lost my virginity to Janice Sanders—my hot seventeen-year-old neighbor who used to babysit me when my mom was working late. I was only fourteen at the time. I still remember it like it was yesterday. One minute we’re watching TV on the couch in the living room and then she excuses herself to go to the bathroom. The next thing I know she comes out strolling fully naked towards me with a look I’ve never been able to forget. Without asking for my permission, Janice got on her knees, unzipped my jeans and grabbed my cock in her hands. After giving me the kind of blowjob every teenage boy dreams of, she sheathed me before straddling me. She then nearly blew my mind by swaying her hips back and forth until I came screaming. Since then, I’ve had a lot of practice. By the time I was eighteen I had perfected the art of eating pussy. “I wasn’t,” I answer simply.
“I’m not surprised.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence.” I chuckle.
“Not to change the subject, but I’ve doing my homework,” she says proudly.
Huh? “What do you mean?”
“I was watching porn before you called.” I cough and nearly choke. If I wheeze one more time with this glass in my hand, this Cabernet will be all over the bed. I scramble to put my wine down on the night table before I make a mess. “Are you okay?” Miranda asks.
No, I’m not. When I’m able to breathe again, I answer her. “I’ll survive. Miranda, this isn’t a PhD thesis.”
“Funny. I know you haven’t made a decision yet, but I want to be ready just in case you accept. And may I point out you sound outraged by what I just shared, as if you’ve never watched porn in your life,” she snarls.
I rub a hand over my watery eyes. “Of course I have. Plenty of times. That’s not it, though.” It’s not like I’m going to lie about this.
“Why is it okay for you to watch porn, but it’s weird for me to watch it?” Her question is so innocent.
Even with my boxer briefs off, my erection is uncomfortable.
“It’s not. I just didn’t expect it. That’s all.” It’s more than that, really. The idea that she’s even open to this is an incredible aphrodisiac.
“Well, I didn’t start off on a porn site. I was reading a number of articles online and since I’m super visual, I figured why not go straight to the imagery?”
“Did you learn anything interesting?” I ask playfully. She’s the one who started this conversation.
“Do all guys like it when women swallow?”
Holy shit. This girl is killing me. I don’t even know where to start with this one. I clear my throat in an effort to buy myself some time. “First of all, I can’t speak for all men. Secondly, it’s not that cut and dry.”
“It’s not?”
“It never is when it comes to sex.”
“And that’s what’s confusing as hell. How do you know when you’re supposed to swallow or not?” She sounds so defeated.
I inhale, unsure if I should go down this road with her, considering I haven’t yet given her an answer on her proposition. I guess a quick explanation won’t hurt. “Well, as a guy it’s a huge turn-on when the woman you’re with is so aroused by you that she’s willing to swallow after you shoot your load. It’s a pretty surreal feeling to watch. But it has to be something she really wants and not a silly act she’s putting on in the hopes you’ll call her again. It’s easy to tell when a woman is into it or not.”
“How can you tell?”
“It’s written all over her face. When that warm liquid gushes to the back of your throat, you either want to suck my cock dry until you lick up every last drop, or you want to spit it out as if it were poison.” I don’t think my heart could beat faster if she were sitting here next to me having this conversation.
“I see,” she says quietly.
“Don’t ever allow a guy to pressure you. You either want to or not. And if he can’t accept that, ditch him. Has anyone forced your hand in the past?”
“No. Never.” Her answer is firm.
“Good. And one more thing about porn, I do watch it and I do enjoy it, like most men, but I’ve been with enough women to know that what you see on the screen is well scripted. Even the so-called amateur stuff is all about performance or shock value. In real life, a woman doesn’t react in that ridiculous way the second you touch her. I’d hate for you to think that what you’ve been watching is what sex is supposed to be between a man and a woman. Because it’s not.”
I hear her breathing heavy on the other end. “Thanks,” she starts in a deep low voice. “That takes a lot of the pressure off.” She pauses for a beat and when she starts speaking again I immediately detect the giggling in her voice. “I guess you, Professor, just gave me my first lesson.”
Damn her, she got me. I break into a smile even though I know she can’t see me. “I guess you’re right.”
“Does it mean… you’re saying yes to my proposition?” she asks tentatively.
“You’re sure as hell making it hard for me to say no.”
“So when do we officially start?”<
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“Since you already have one lesson under your belt, why stop now?”
“Are we going to continue to talk about porn sites?”
“Nah. I think we’ve covered that subject for today.” She wants a coach? She’ll get one. “Place your phone on the table next to your computer—”
“Laptop.”
“That’ll do as well,” I mock. “Put me on speaker phone. I’ll do the same. You’re going to need to make sure both of your hands are free for this.”
I could ask her to get on Skype for a video chat so that we can see each other, but all this is so new to her, it’s best to ease her into it.
“Why?” I hear her voice coming from a distance and I can tell she’s obeyed my command.
“It’s time for your second lesson, sweetheart.”
“Oh.” I immediately hear the excitement in her voice. “How’s that going to work if you’re in San Francisco and I’m in LA? If you’re going to teach me how to be an incredible lover, shouldn’t we be in the same city, let alone the same room?”
“Just trust me.”
“Okay. What are we learning?”
“Phone sex.”
“No way, Hunter.”
“Why are you saying no?”
“I’m not very good at it.”
“Miranda, you haven’t even tried yet.”
“I have a few times in the past. I know what I’m talking about.”
“You haven’t tried with me yet. I’m sorry if your scrawny pubescent ex-boyfriends weren’t able to get you off. I intend on making up for their shortcomings, if you’ll let me.”
“I majorly suck at this. I can never think of anything raunchy to say when I’m put on the spot. I sound confused more than sexy.”
I ignore her put-down. “Did I mention we’ll also tackle lesson number three at the same time?”
“No, but I have a feeling I’ll freak out when you tell me what it is.”
“You’re worrying over nothing.”
“Okay, I’m listening.”
“Yesterday you confessed that you’ve never been able to come by touching yourself, right?”
“You can’t be serious.” Now she sounds mortified.
“I am.”
“It’s not going to work, Hunter. I’m going to get all nervous and awkward. I’m warning you, it’ll end up being a complete waste of your time.”
“You don’t have much faith in me.”
“That’s not what I meant, Hunter.” She sighs. “I know myself.”
“Perhaps, but evidently, you don’t know me. You either do this my way or not at all, Miranda.”
Silence rings through the line for ten seconds. Twenty. Thirty. I’m sure there are a million objections going through her head, but in the end, I win. “Okay. Let’s try.” It’s tentative, but it’s not a no.
“Good. By the time we’re done with this conversation, you’ll have had an out-of-body experience.”
“If you say so.”
“Try to sound a little more convincing,” I snarl.
“I have a question before you start.”
“Shoot.”
“Do you always go down on a girl the first time you meet her?”
Wow. “That came out of the blue. Why are you asking?”
“I’m trying to derail the conversation by distracting you so you’ll forget all about teaching me phone sex.” She giggles.
“Good try, but it won’t work.” Man, she’s really fighting me on this one.
“Does it mean you’re not going to answer my question?”
I exhale, unsure if I’m annoyed or if I admire her tenacity. “All right, you win. I don’t.”
“Why me?”
Because I couldn’t think of anything else after watching you eat that foot-long with so much gusto at the market. “Going down on a woman is a very intimate act. I have to be extraordinarily attracted to a woman for that to happen when I first meet her.”
“Oh. Do you mean…”
“That’s exactly what I mean. There was no way I was letting you go that night without tasting you.”
“Shit. No one’s ever said that to me before.”
“You nearly had me on my knees, Miranda, in that skin-tight red dress. I was dying to find out what you were hiding underneath it,” I confess shamelessly.
“Damn, you always come on strong.”
“You keep saying that, but for some reason I think you like it.”
“Even if I did, what makes you think I’d admit to it?”
We both laugh.
When I sense she’s more comfortable, I push her further. I have a raging hard-on and I’ll be damned if I’ll take care of it on my own when she can be on the other end. “What are you wearing?”
“Hmmm. Nothing, really—”
“Before you answer that, remember, I’m all the way up here in San Fran. I can’t see you. I’m a guy, therefore I’m highly visual. Give me a description that’s going to make me hard.” She doesn’t need to know my ten-inch cock is already poking out from under my shorts, ready to go off like a rocket.
She coughs. “Crap, you don’t mince your words.”
“You want a coach or a pacifier?”
“A coach.”
“That’s what I thought. Now answer my question,” I order.
“I’m wearing the same loose casual t-shirt I wore when we met at the market and a pair of purple lace panties.”
“Nothing else?”
“Nope.”
“No bra?”
“I never do when I get home.”
That’s what I’m talking about. “So your luscious tits are flowing freely under your t-shirt?”
“Uh-huh.”
Fuck, she’s killing me. “I’m sure your tits must look fucking phenomenal under that top. I bet it showcases how full, heavy and ample they are. I have no doubt your hard nipples are scratching the fabric—alert and begging for my touch, my mouth and my tongue. Do you have any idea how gorgeous your tits are?”
“Well, you did seem a little obsessed with them.” She giggles. Damn right I was. With good reason.
“Has anyone ever fucked your huge tits, Miranda?”
“Hunter!”
“That’s not an answer.”
She remains silent for a few more seconds, breathing heavily on the other end. “I didn’t know you could do that.”
“Fools,” I growl. “Are you really telling me the guys you’ve been with have never wanted to squeeze your sensual tits around their cocks?”
“God.”
“Maybe they were too small to be up for the challenge.”
“Jesus.”
Her monosyllabic answers fuel me. “You’ve never had a man straddling you, moving over your chest, with his cock sliding over the skin between your tits, gliding frantically, horny and hungry? He’s taking so much pleasure on top of you and you’re so fucking turned on, you reach down and pinch your clit until you come screaming underneath him. Seeing you lose it like that triggers his pleasure and he comes like a beast all over your tits and neck, unable to contain himself.”
“I… I don’t even know how to answer that. I mean, holy smokes.” I swear I hear her swallow hard.
“It’s a yes or a no answer.”
“Never.”
“So I’d be your first?”
“Who says I’ll give you a chance?”
Touché. “One thing you need to know about me, sweetheart, I never ask for permission. I take what I want.”
“God. Your words are so raw. They’re potent.”
“I’m not here to waste your time or mine.”
“I guess not.”
“Let’s get one thing straight—if you want me to teach you how to be an incredible lover, your tits, your pussy, your ass and your mouth all belong to me now for the next three to four weeks. The dirty talking is just part of the package deal. Are we clear?”
“We are.”
“Now take off your panties and spread y
our legs open for me.”
“Hun—” She starts objecting, but she seems to quickly change her mind. Eventually I hear some noise in the background, and I can only assume she’s ready to play. “They’re off.” Her submissive nature will be the end of me.
“While you were stripping, I did the same,” I say, looking down at my cock. “I’m fully naked sitting on this bed and if the size of my erection is any indication, you have quite the effect on me, Miranda.” I rub my middle finger over the tip of my cock, using my own moisture as lube.
“Seriously?” There’s no hiding the lust in her voice.
“You don’t think you’re the only one who’s going to have a little fun tonight, do you?”
“Honestly, when I’m around you, I don’t know what to think anymore.”
“You don’t have to, I’ll guide you.”
She sucks in a breath. “Oh, okay.”
“Now say something dirty.”
“Dirty? Just like that?”
“Yup.”
“I can’t do this. I can’t think of anything.”
“Are you going to tell me you haven’t been thinking of what we did at the gala?”
I can almost see the wheels churning in her head. “Well, I haven’t been able to stop fantasizing about your mouth on me.”
“My mouth against your neck?” I tease. I know exactly what she means, but I want to hear the words.
“No.” Her voice comes out in a near whisper.
“Then what are you talking about, sweetie?”
“You know.”
“How can I know if you don’t tell me?”
“Your mouth against my…” She hesitates.
“Shoulder?”
“You’re torturing me, you know that?”
“I do. Come on, Miranda, say it,” I coax.
“My-my pussy.”
“Good girl. So you like my mouth on you, toying with your hard clit?”
“Yes.” She exhales. “I love the way you make me come to the point where I think I’ve lost all my senses.”
“Do you like it when I finger-fuck your pussy at the same time?”
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