Teach Me Dirty(72)

“Bother me?”

“Did the video disturb you, Helen?” I cleared my throat. “Because that was a long time ago, and people are all individuals. Just because someone enjoys sex a certain way with one person, doesn’t mean it has to be that way for all of their relationships.” I met her eyes. “You don’t need to be concerned by anything you saw on those videos, Helen. We’ll go at your pace, and you’ll never be asked to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, I promise.”

“But I’m not… I’m not worried.”

“You’re not? That’s good.”

“I thought you’d be angry… I thought you’d hate me…”

I smiled. “For clicking on a directory that almost anyone in your position would click on? I’ve been a teacher a long time, Helen. I’d have had a nervous breakdown by now if I was horrified by such innocent misdemeanours.”

“You’re not mad?”

“I knew it was there. I knew full well you might look.”

“I shouldn’t have.” She was relaxing, I could see it, her shoulders easing and lowering, her breath calming.

“The question is, did you like it?”

“Sorry?” She fiddled with a sausage and wouldn’t look at me and it tickled me inside.

And excited me.

It made me hard.

“Did you play with yourself when you watched that video, Helen?”

The bloom of her cheeks was wonderful.

“I, um…” she shifted in her chair. And I knew. I knew beyond all doubt.

“Helen, did you play with your * as you watched?”

She nodded. “Yes. Yes, I played with myself.”

“And did you want it?” I palmed my cock under the table where she couldn’t see. “It doesn’t have to be, Helen, we can do whatever you want to do. You don’t need to please me that way.”

“But I’m not,” she whispered. “I’m not pleasing you… I… I’m just…” I waited for her to gather her thoughts. “I’m not like other girls,” she said, and I remembered the last time she’d said it, and that rush of desire came back with such intensity I nearly came in my pants. “I’m… I’m dirty…”

“And you’re young, Helen. Young and fresh with plenty of time to explore the things you want.”

“I don’t want time… I’ve had plenty of time… I know exactly what I want…”

“And what’s that?” My voice was gravelly and strained. “What is it you want, Helen? What do you want from me?”

Her eyes were wide, and glassy and her breaths was shallow. “I want you to teach me, Mr Roberts... I want you to teach me dirty.”

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Helen



“I want to know everything… everything you know… I want to try everything you’ve tried… I want you to teach me the things you like, the things that you paint… the things that I paint…”

His eyes were so fierce on mine but they weren’t angry. “Did you enjoy my art room, Helen?”

I nodded. “I loved your art room.” The image of Anna on the workbench flashed behind my eyes.

He looked at my plate. “Are you not hungry?”

I wasn’t hungry. My heart was racing and my tummy was tickling, and I had that lovely fluttery pulse between my legs. All I wanted was him. “Not right now. Sorry, I will be…”

“I’m not hungry right now, either.” He got to his feet and offered me his hand. “Come.”

I put my hand in his and my fingers seemed so small. He led me through to his art room and I was too embarrassed to watch as he cleared the top of the workbench.

“If it makes you uncomfortable being in the same space as Anna was, we can move, but the truth is, Helen, that Anna was my wife, and this was our home, and I had sex with her in pretty much every possible location throughout this place. But that was a long time ago now. And you are a different woman, and this is an entirely new relationship, one that Anna has no bearing on as far as I’m concerned.” He patted the workbench and my stomach flipped. “It’s your choice, Helen, but I’d be very happy if you would sit up here for me.”

I pushed myself up onto the bench, and my legs dangled and the socks on my feet felt so silly. “I don’t mind… being here, I mean…”

“Thank you.” He ran his fingers down my chest through the fabric of his shirt. “I love the way you look in this.” He pinched my nipples and I sucked in my breath. “I love the way I can see you through the shirt.” He kissed my jaw, and his lips were warm, and his hands slipped up my thighs. “You have such sweet breasts, Helen. I don’t think you know how beautiful they are. You’re more than I can resist.”

“Please touch me…” I whispered. “I want to know you… I want you to show me…”

He unbuttoned me but his eyes were on mine. “Have you ever been tied up?”

The memory of Lizzie came back to me and it didn’t feel nice. I didn’t want to think about it but didn’t want to lie. I nodded and he seemed surprised.

“Lizzie,” I explained. “I was drunk and she… she got carried away, messing about.”