Misadventures of a College Girl (Misadventures #9)(30)

“Beginning Sexual Locations?”

“Bed, shower, chair, floor, against the wall. Maybe the backseat of a car if I can borrow one.”

I laugh. “I thought you meant beginning sexual locations on my body.” I point to my mouth and crotch, and Tyler bursts out laughing.

“Yeah, that, too. Advanced sexual locations on your body will be part of Phase Two. If we get to Phase Two, of course.”

“If we get there?”

“Three nights a week for five weeks is only fifteen nights. Not that many times together, if you think about it. I don’t expect us to get through the entire syllabus. I just listed everything I could think of, just in case you turn out to be a quick study.”

I feel crestfallen. I hadn’t put it together that our five weeks together will actually only amount to fifteen nights. “I don’t want to miss out on something exciting simply because we run out of time,” I say. “I want to do it all, Tyler.”

He grins. “Maybe you should hold off on making a proclamation like that until after you’ve read Phase Two.”

I return to the paper in my hand and silently read the items listed under Phase Two.

Advanced Sexual Positions

Advanced Sexual Locations

Hello, Zooey’s G-spot!

Dirty Fun with Food

“Oh, No, I Hope Nobody Catches Us Fucking!”

Role-Play

Toys

Extra Credit: TBD



I look up from the sheet of paper, adrenaline coursing through my veins.

“You still want to do it all?” Tyler asks.

“Absolutely.”

Tyler’s eyes ignite. “You don’t have any questions about any of it?”

I look at the paper again. It’s shaking in my hand. “I’m not even sure what all this stuff refers to, to be honest. What’s TBD?”

“To be determined.”

“Yeah, I know that, but what does it refer to here?”

“I’ll tell you if we get there.”

I gaze at the list for another moment. “You know what? Surprise me. As long as you keep getting yeses from me along the way, then I’m good.” I crumple the syllabus into a ball and throw it across the room. “You lead and I’ll follow, Tyler Caldwell.”

Tyler’s eyes ignite. “I think you might be perfect.”

“Can I put in one small request, though? Teeny tiny. Can you teach me ‘The Art of the Blow Job’ first? I had a dream last night I was giving you a blow job, and when I woke up, I was kind of…fluttering down there.”

Tyler’s facial expression morphs into one of pure arousal. “My pleasure.” He stands and pulls me up from his couch. “I take my duty as your sex educator very seriously, Zooey Cartwright. If my student has a thirst for a particular knowledge, then by God, I’m going to quench her particular thirst.”





Chapter Seventeen





Tyler’s sitting naked on the edge of his bed. I’m kneeling naked between his legs, listening to him explain what I should—and absolutely should not—do while giving him a blow job.

“But, really, once you’ve got those basic techniques down, the most important thing is enthusiasm,” Tyler says. “You can use all the ‘right techniques’ until you’re blue in the face, but if you’re not genuinely enjoying sucking my dick—if you’re not savoring the taste of my cock in your mouth and aching to get me off simply because doing it gets you off—then it’s gonna be a perfunctory blow job at best. And blow jobs should never, ever be perfunctory, sweetheart.” He grimaces.

“I had no idea there was such a thing as anything other than a totally awesome blow job,” I say. “I thought every time a girl puts a guy’s dick in her mouth, it’s heaven.”

“Nope. It’s the same thing for girls with oral, or so I’ve been told. I know you’ve got no basis of comparison, but one day you’ll find out I’m a genius at carpet munching. Probably the best you’ll ever have.”

“Well, that’s a bummer. You’re saying it’s all downhill from here?”

“Sorry to say, yes. I’m supernaturally gifted at eating pussy.”

“So what’s your secret? Enthusiasm?”

“Yup. I love doing it. When I eat it, I savor it like I’ll never get the privilege of doing it again. I savor it like I’ve discovered the fountain of youth between a girl’s legs. And I must say your beautiful pussy is particularly tasty. Tastiest one yet, for sure.”

I swallow hard. Man, he’s turning me on.

“Honestly,” Tyler continues. “I can’t teach you to be gifted at sucking dick. Geniuses are born, not made. I can only teach you the techniques to make you exceptionally good at sucking dick. But that’s no small thing. I’ll never in my life complain about an exceptionally good blow job. But a supernatural blow job? A mind-blowing one?” He kisses his fingertips like a chef. “That’s fine art.”

I giggle. “So you’re an arteest?”

“And my medium is pussy.”

We both laugh.

“All right. You ready to give it a whirl, sweetheart?”

I nod.

He puts his hand on the top of my head. “Bon appétit, baby. Make my cock your art. Just, please, eager beaver, don’t forget the number one rule I told you. Beavers should never, ever use their teeth to gnaw on the big log.”