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“Good point,” I said. “Okay. So, hand jobs, blowjobs, and recommendations on positions for us to try? I can do that.” My stomach flipped upside down at the thought of having sex with Sam. Actual naked nipple-bare sex with Sam. Part of me wondered if it were even truly possible in this universe or any other.
Katherine frowned. “But I didn’t get to make any diagrams.”
“Would it make you feel better if I read off some sex statistics so you can make a pie chart?” I asked.
She brightened up. “Actually, yes.”
“Oh,” Amelia started, “and I’ll search some statistics over the last decade so you can make a line graph.”
“You’re really the best friends a girl could ask for, you know that?” she said with a broad smile, for Katherine. I could almost see her teeth.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I said with a laugh. “Now, get up there and draw me a bar graph, but instead of bars, I want penis.”
“I want penis, too,” she said, turning to the whiteboard.
“You guys can have all of mine,” Amelia offered.
“See?” I said, leaning into her side to rest my head on her shoulder. “Best friends ever.”
18
Hot For Teacher
Sam
“So, I’ve been thinking about those blowjobs.”
I stopped dead on the sidewalk so I could focus wholly on dislodging the hot dog I’d inadvertently inhaled on the heels of her proposition.
She stopped, turning as she arranged two hot dogs in one hand so she could slap me on the back. “Oh my God, are you okay?”
My hand rose, palm out. I swallowed hard. “I’m fine,” I croaked.
“Here, have some water.” She passed me a water bottle from her bag, and Iy took it gratefully. “Anyway, I’ve always been bad at blowjobs and hand jobs, too. I was thinking that for our next lesson, we could practice. I mean, if it’s still okay that I handle your penis.” She said it with clinical detachment, as if she were talking about how to do laundry or wash a car. The thought had me picturing Val in a G-string and a tiny triangle top, washing a Maserati with the curves of her body slick and covered in soapy bubbles.
And then she unhinged her jaw and took an ambitious bite of her hot dog.
Until that moment, I’d thought her mouth was small. It was not. The sight of her deep-throating a hot dog, coupled with her talk of handling my dick, arrested all thought.
She chewed, watching me curiously. “Are you okay?” she asked once she swallowed.
I cleared my throat. “Yeah. Yup.”
“I have a lot of questions. You know, for educational purposes. Like, do you like it when a girl plays with your balls? How do you feel about your perineum? I read that butt plugs can really enhance male orgasms. Have you found that to be the case?”
A single, strangled laugh shot out of me. “Sometimes, the things that come out of your mouth astound me.”
She flushed, embarrassed, and launched into a rambling apology. “I’m sorry. Is that too personal? I just figured, you know, since we’re about to…well, you know, that I should ask. I clearly have no idea how the male body works beyond the basics, and I just—”
I stepped into her, cupped her face with my free hand, and kissed her until her body was soft against mine, our lips in unison, the rhythm easy and right and good.
When I leaned back to look at her, she was lust-drunk, her lids half-closed and lips swollen.
“Now, first,” I started, now that I had her undivided attention, “that’s a big step. Are you sure you’re ready?”
Just like that, her face hardened, her brows drawing together with her frown. “Listen, don’t go all Lancelot on me again—I don’t want to hear it. I’m not doing this for you, I’m doing it for me. I am a grown woman, goddammit, and I—”
My lips descended again, cutting her off. This time, her free hand slid up my chest, my neck, her fingers slipping into my hair. A soft moan climbed up her throat and into my mouth.
This time when I pulled away, she looked like she might melt into the sidewalk.
I smirked. “I wasn’t going to say no, Val. I just had to ask. If you say you’re ready, I trust you.” I ignored the little voice in my head that asked me if I was ready.
She looked up at me with those big brown eyes and asked, “So, you’ll teach me?”
If I hadn’t already had a hard-on, I would have at those words from her lips, knowing what it would mean for both of us. “Yes, I’ll teach you. And then it’s my turn.”
At that, her cheeks flamed hot and bright. “Oh no, it’s not about me. You don’t have to do that.”
“Maybe I want to.” The words were low and rough. “Here’s another secret—pleasure isn’t just about receiving. It’s about enjoying someone else’s body. It’s about making them feel good, knowing it was by your hand. Or mouth. It would please me, Val. It would please me a great deal.”
“Well, I don’t know how I’m supposed to argue with that,” she breathed.
“Then don’t,” I said before I kissed her again.
Breaking the kiss was almost impossible now that I knew I was about to have her naked and at my disposal. But I did it with all my willpower at my back. Her eyes were still closed, her lips parted like she was waiting for more, and with a chuckle, I kissed her nose.