by Bebe Wilde
“My friends want to go to La Sol,” I said. “Get them a table next Saturday night.”
“I’ll do better than that,” he replied. “I’ll pay.”
I grinned. “Just so you’ll know, they like to drink. A lot.”
He chuckled. “Well, the place has the best sommelier in the city.”
“Great,” I said and turned to leave.
“Hey, I thought we were going to… You know.”
I shook my head. “Nope. Not tonight. I’ll call you when I’m ready.”
“I’m ready now!”
I laughed. “Cool your jets,” I said. “If there’s one thing I know, something that’s worth waiting for is worth waiting for. Let’s wait.”
He stared at me. “Oh, I get it.” He leaned in and whispered, “I won’t even masturbate.”
“That’s a little too much information, but you need to masturbate,” I said. “That way, you can last longer when we get to the fun part.”
He just stared at me. “Okay, I guess.”
“Seriously, it’s okay if you do that,” I said. “You’re not a boxer and have to reserve it or anything.” I thought about how that sounded and laughed a little.
“Okay,” he said and nodded slightly. “Alright.”
Then I remembered something my ex had told me. I pointed to my head. “Hot sex starts in here,” I said then moved over to him and placed my hand on the front of his pants. “Not here. That’s what your imagination is for. Remember that.”
I winked and opened the door, leaving him staring after me. I walked home with a smile on my face, though I didn’t really know how to approach all this. I just knew that I wanted a great boyfriend and if I could teach Brent a thing or two in the bedroom, I could get one. I was certainly ready to settle down and start thinking about the future. I just hoped I wasn’t wasting my time. But part of me was getting a little excited at the prospect of teaching him how to be good in bed. He had bedroom potential, mostly due in part to his good dick, and all I had to do was bring that to the surface. It sounded easy enough but would it be? And where to start? What to do? Where does that hot sex come from? Where does it start? But then I realized something. Oh, that was easy. It all starts with a kiss.
* * * * *
I told him the same thing my ex had told me, “I am going to kiss you now. Don’t kiss me back. Just receive my kiss. I want to kiss you.”
He nodded and closed his eyes. I smiled and looked around his bedroom, then back at him. I took him by the jaw and pulled his lips to mine. I felt his lips twitch. I pulled back.
“I want nothing from you. Just sit there and relax,” I said. “Let me kiss you. That’s all you have to, Brent.”
He nodded. “I’ll do that. Okay. I’m ready.”
I bit my bottom lip and then brushed my lips against his. I pulled back. Then I went in again, this time giving his lips a light lick. I felt him relax into it. I smiled and pressed my lips against his until he opened his mouth. Then I began to kiss him, slipping my tongue into his mouth until he responded, until he started to kiss back. Of course, he began to get excited and started to stray from the script. He wanted to start kissing back and put his hands all over me. He was really hot for me, so hot he was already hard. Which wasn’t a bad thing, necessarily, but we weren’t going there so soon.
I pulled back. “No,” I said. “Let me kiss you. You just sit tight, okay?”
“Okay, I’ll try to restrain myself,” he said and closed his eyes.
I went back in, this time eating a little at his mouth. I sucked at his lips and pulled back. He waited for me to continue. That’s when I knew he was getting it. I started kissing him again and he just let me. I was the only one doing the kissing and it felt good; it was turning me on. His lips felt so good I bit at them and then whispered in his ear, “Now start kissing me back. Start kissing with me. Stay with me on it, okay? Just soft and slow.”
He responded, kissing me back, but this time it was better. We began to slowly eat at one another’s mouths, our lips moving in sync. I was about to pull away when I realized he was doing it, he was kissing me and he was kissing me good. He was kissing me so good, I wondered if I’d been wrong about him before. He was leaving me breathless. But then again, maybe he was just a quick study.
He pulled back and stared into my eyes. “How was that?”
“Uh, good,” I managed to say. Oh, that was good. Real good. I could suddenly see where this might lead. I smiled at the prospect.
He grabbed onto my breast and squeezed but not in a good way. Again, the eagerness! Reality set back in. I shook my head and took his hand off my breast. “No,” I said. “You need to wait on that. Don’t just jump in and start grabbing things.”
He seemed to consider this, then said, “What should I do then?”
I thought about it, thought about how I liked to be touched. I said, “The kissing was good. Real good. But there’s more to me than boobs.”
He nodded. “What would you like me to do?”
“I’ll be honest,” I said. “I love it when a guy slides his hands into my hair and grabs my head and pulls me to him for a kiss. I love it when he takes charge like that. When he really gives it to me good.”
“I can do that.”
“So, try it,” I said. “You kiss me this time.”
He smiled slightly and slid his hands into my hair and grabbed my head, pulling my face towards his. He pressed his lips against mine and my mouth opened. His tongue slipped in and then he began to eat at me, kissing me passionately. I kissed back, getting lost in it. We kept at it for a good minute, then I pulled back.
“How was that?” he whispered.
“It was good,” I said. “That’s how you do it.”
“That’s it?” he asked. “I thought there was more to it.”
I laughed a little. “That’s just it! There’s not that much to it! It’s easy. It’s simple. Just keep it easy and simple and get lost in it. That’s all. Don’t start thinking about what comes next. Just enjoy this part first and even better things will follow.”
He grinned. “I get it now. That is easy!”
“See?” I said.
“Yeah, I get it.” He grinned even more. “What’s next?”
“Slow and steady wins the race,” I said. “Kiss my neck now.”
He leaned in and pushed my hair away from my neck. Then he kissed it. Then he kissed it again, a small, almost irritating kiss. A peck. Like he was kissing someone he didn’t really want to be kissing, like it was something he was forcing himself to do. I didn’t want to get pissed off, so I pushed him back.
“I love having my neck kissed,” I said. “But you have to suck at it, like using your tongue, too. Like you were kissing me before. Let me show you.”
I leaned in and opened my mouth wide then I licked his neck from top to bottom, then up again. Then I began to suck at it, licking as I did so. I pulled back.
“I get it,” he said and leaned in, then hesitated.
“What is it?”
“I just want to make sure I do it right,” he muttered.
“It’s okay to try and fail,” I said. “Just do it and I’ll correct you if you need it. Don’t be afraid. Go for it.”
He nodded and repeated what I’d just done. This time he got it right. Oh, it felt so good. He sucked and licked at my neck until I could feel myself wanting more. I took his hand and placed it on my breast and he squeezed it. I moaned and pushed his face down to my breast. He unbuttoned my shirt and it fell off my back, then he started to take off my bra, fumbling with it.
I took his hands and shook my head at him. “Uh, no,” I whispered. “Kiss the tops of them first.”
He looked down at them and nodded. Then he began to kiss my breasts, which were heaving in my black pushup bra, which made my breasts look so good, good enough to eat. I moaned as he did that and ran my hands through his hair, loving the feeling he was giving me.
“Can I
take your bra off now?” he whispered.
I nodded. “Yes, take it off.”
He pulled he straps down then tried to push the cups down, too. I shook my head at him, took his hands and guided them to the snap in back. Then I helped him undo it and it fell off of me. I threw it to the side and he took my breasts in. There they were right in front of his eyes. I really got turned on by the way he looked at them, how he was admiring them, seemingly falling in love with them. He’d seen them already, but it was like he was really seeing a set for the first time. This was his time to do what he liked. He continued to stare at them with intensity then he looked into my eyes and gave me a hard kiss. I kissed back and he grabbed onto my bare breasts.
“No, no, no,” I said. “Don’t just grab them like you’re picking up a pair of shoes. Feel them. Feel them in your hands.”
He seemed to think about that then he began to gently massage them.
“Take your time,” I whispered in his ear. “Really feel them. Take your time to kiss them, to fondle them. Lick them, suck them, play with them…”
He began to do just that. He took his time and squeezed and felt and played with my breasts. He took his time to lick and suck at the nipples, then he pushed them up and licked under them, which felt damned good and it was a surprisingly good move for him. I was moaning with pleasure, ready to get his cock out and fuck him. But it was too soon to do that yet. He wasn’t ready. I had to get him used to doing this before we could get down to the dirty. If we had sex before he was really, really ready, it would just be a sad repeat of our first night together. And I was in this for the long haul. He had to be, too.
With some difficulty, I fought the desire to do more and pushed him back and stood up.
“What is it?” he asked.
“I think that’s all for tonight,” I said and grabbed my bra.
“Oh, come on,” he said. “I am so hot for you.”
“That’s the point,” I said. “Let it build.”
“When will I see you again?” he asked.
“I’ll let you know, Brent,” I said and pulled my shirt back on. “But you did good tonight.”
He pulled me to him and kissed me. I kissed back for a moment or two, then pulled away.
“I really have to go,” I said and smiled at him. “But I’ll see you real soon.”
I left his apartment and while we did speak on the phone and he did beg to see me, I managed to hold him off for a week. I told him it had to be like this. Of course, I wanted to see him and jump his bones. Sure, I did, but I knew creating anticipation was the surest way to build lust for someone. If you gave it all up in the beginning, there was nothing else to get and nothing to long for.
I have to admit that I was really eager to get going with him. I knew we would eventually have some really hot sex and I loved knowing I was teaching him how to make love to me. It was turning me on just knowing he was thinking of me in that way. But I took my time with it. I didn’t want anything rushed.
After the week was done, I invited him over to my apartment. He was so happy to see me, he immediately tried to grab me up and kiss me. I allowed him to do this for a good minute but then I pulled away.
“What is it?” he asked, almost out of breath.
“Shhh,” I said and took his hand and lead him into my bedroom. I sat him in a chair I had in the corner then I sat at the foot of the bed.
“What are we going to do?” he asked.
“I want to teach you how to touch me,” I said and stood. “Just sit there for a minute, okay?”
He nodded. I smiled at him and began to unbutton my shirt. I took it off and threw it to the side. Then I unzipped my skirt and wriggled out of it. Now I was only in my underwear. I stood up and let him take me in, all of me. I had on a matching set of black panties and bra and a pair of black stilettos. I looked hot. I could tell he liked what he saw, too. Men love lingerie and he was no exception. He started to stand and come to me, but I shook my head and he settled back down.
I ran my hand down my neck and then to my breasts, then touched them, squeezed them as he watched. Then I walked over to him and took his hand and placed it between my legs.
“You’re already wet,” he said and stared up at me.
I bit my bottom lip and nodded. “I am. I want you to touch me down there and bring me to orgasm.”
He stared up at me as if wondering it was possible to do such a thing.
“If you can’t do it, I’ll help you. Just go along with what I tell you to do,” I said and moved against his hand. “You feel that? That’s me, getting wet for you. That’s me, wanting you to give me an orgasm. Can you do that?”
“I can try,” he said softly and pulled me down for a kiss.
I went with him, allowing him to kiss me and kiss me he did. He was getting really good at this. He was showing restraint and really taking his time to warm me up. He was doing everything right. His hand was between my legs, moving slightly. I moved with his hand, loving the way all of this felt. He was doing everything right then… Well, he abruptly tried to take my panties off. “No,” I said. “That’s not what I told you to do. Now you’ll just have to watch.”
“What? No! I can do this! Just give me a chance!”
“You had your chance,” I said and went over to the bed and sat down and opened my legs wide. He stared at me with rapt attention. I liked that. I liked knowing I was in charge and there wasn’t a damned thing he could do about it. I also loved the fact that he was still fully clothed and I was almost naked. I felt a surge of heat just from knowing that.
I moaned softly and ran my hands across my breasts, all the while keeping my eye on him. One hand went between my legs and I began to play with myself. With his eyes on me, I felt myself getting hotter and hotter. I moaned and slipped my hand into my panties and began to play with myself. I moaned more loudly and my hips rose up off the bed as I began to get into the groove of self-pleasure.
“Let me touch you,” he begged.
I stared at him and thought about having his hand there, between my legs, on my pussy, touching me. I couldn’t resist so I nodded and he came over to the bed, lay down beside me and pushed his hand into my panties. I moaned as he began to stroke me. He got a little too eager and started going too fast, so I placed my hand on his and slowed him down. And then, together, we started to bring me to orgasm.
He began kissing my breasts and he grabbed my bra with his teeth and pulled it down, exposing a nipple, which he sucked into his mouth as his fingers played with me, sliding between my lips down there. He kept missing my clit, so I guided him to it.
“This is my clitoris,” I whispered in his ear. “It’s just as important as your dick. Got it?”
“I got it,” he said and moaned, really moving his fingers against it.
“Don’t forget the clit,” I whispered, almost breathlessly. “Never forget it.”
He promised not to. Once he found it, he stroked it lightly, gently but firmly. Within seconds, with his mouth on my nipple and his finger on my clit, I came and I came hard and fast. I grabbed into his head and rocked against his hand and moaned loudly, deeply and held on until it was over.
He stared at me with awe, as if he couldn’t believe I’d just done that and he’d helped me do that. For that, he deserved a treat. He started to say something.
“Shhh,” I said and placed a finger on his lips. “It’s your turn now.”
I pushed him down on the bed and then I climbed over him, straddling him. I gave him a big, hard kiss then kissed my way down his fully-clothed body and to his cock, which hard and throbbing. I rubbed it though his pants for a moment, staring into his eyes as I did so, then I unzipped his pants and took it out.
I licked and kissed and sucked at the tip for a good long minute before taking it all into my mouth. He moaned with passion when I did that. I sucked at it, then I let up and went back to the tip, which I sucked at gently, then with more passion. I
took it, all of it, into my mouth and began to suck up and down and up and down as I played with his balls. I kept at it—and it didn’t take long—until he started to come and once I knew he was, I took it out of my mouth and let it splash over my breasts.
The look on his face was priceless. He was almost beside himself. “I’ve never had anything done like that to me before,” he said. “Oh, my God, that was hot!”
I was a little surprised at this disclosure. He’d never had that? Never? I thought about that and shrugged. I guess that made sense. Poor man. I might have to do that more often, then. But I didn’t say a word. We were done for the night.
“I want to go down on you,” he said.
I thought about that. “Next time,” I said.
“Let me do it,” he said, this short of begging.
I shook my head. “Next time.”
“Promise me?”
“I promise,” I said and gave him a kiss on the lips. “Now you have to go. I’ll see you soon.”
“I look forward to it,” he said.
I grinned. “Me too.”
The next time, I didn’t wait a whole week to let him see me again. That would have been too torturous for him and for me. He had improved by leaps and bounds and I couldn’t wait to see how much better he would be during actual sex. It was hard not to want it and even harder to wait for it. So, I didn’t wait that long. I actually saw him the next night. He invited me over to his apartment for dinner. When I got there, he had a whole candlelit meal ready for me in his fancy dining room. The lights were dim and the candles lit up the room in a sexy, romantic way. The food was waiting on fancy plates and still steaming a little. But I wasn’t hungry. At least not for food.
“You made me a promise,” I whispered in his ear. “You ready to make good on it?”
“Right now?” he asked and glanced at the dining table.
“Show me what you can do,” I said.
He stared at me, hesitating to do anything, as if he were afraid it would be the wrong move. Then he took my hand and tried to lead me out of the dining room and, presumably, into his bedroom. But I held back and got out of my chair, pushed my plate out of the way and sat on the table. I opened my legs a little so he could see my panties.
