Educating Goldilocks Remastered

by Gars Méchant

  Chapter 3

  Getting Personal

  After dinner, I suggested that we sit down and watch something on TV. She agreed and we watched a sitcom, but I could tell she wasn't paying attention.

  "Tired?" I asked her.

  "Hmm, no, not really."

  "You've been awfully quiet for the last hour or so," I admonished. "Everything okay?"

  "I've just been thinking about Jason."

  "Romeo and Juliet get you to think about him?"

  "Maybe."

  "Are you worried about him?"

  "Just a bit."

  "He'll be okay. Guys kind of get used to rejection. It always sucks, but you get over it."

  "Like you and that girl you used to argue with?"

  "Ouch. So, you know about our arguments?"

  "Yeah. I could hear you. Does it still hurt?"

  "Yeah. I didn't know we were...that loud. I'll probably tell you about Linda some other time."

  "Okay," she said. We were both quiet for some time.

  "I kinda feel sorry for Jason," she said.

  "Do you like him?"

  "Not that way, but yeah, kinda."

  "The best way to be nice to him is not to be too nice to him."

  "What do you mean?"

  "If there's no hope, don't give him any. Let him find someone else and be happy."

  "Okay," she said. "I keep thinking about that picnic." She looked thoughtful for a bit while I just waited for her to go on. "Am I, like, attractive?" she finally asked.

  This took me by surprise. I was expecting her to ask me why he acted like he did, or something else.

  "Um, well, yes, you are a very attractive, young woman," I managed to say.

  "I'm not sure why I said no."

  "Do you find Jason attractive?"

  "No, not really. He's just, you know, a friend," she said, looking down.

  "That sounds like a good enough reason not to," I said. "You should never feel obligated to have sex with someone."

  "It sounds like you know what you're talking about," she said.

  "I've been around the block a few times. And I've watched enough other people mess things up to avoid their mistakes. At least most of them. The obvious ones."

  She was quiet for a bit before she said, "I haven't even, you know, masturbated before."

  I wasn't expecting her to say that. "Masturbation is easy enough. You just have to give yourself pleasure."

  "I'm not even sure how to do that," she said. We watched the TV for a while, not talking much.

  "Do you think you can, like, help me? Like you did with my essay?" she asked.

  "Help you with what?"

  "Masturbating," she said.

  "Whew! Horny much?" I said to break the sudden tension.

  "Well, yeah, I guess," she laughed nervously. "So, can you help me?"

  I looked straight at her, and noticed just how red she had gotten. "Um, so, how do you want me to help you?" I asked.

  "Well, could you show me some pictures or a movie or something?" she asked.

  "Don't you have Internet access at home? There's plenty to see on the Internet, and it's easy to find," I suggested.

  "No," she said, looking a bit dejected. "My parents have the filters set up. I can't get anything like that. Do you have anything I could watch? Like a DVD?"

  "Well, yeah. I do have an old DVD I can lend you. Just wait here while I look for it," I said before heading into my bedroom. It took some time digging to find it, but I managed to locate it and brought it out. Amber was waiting on the couch in the living room.

  "Well, here it is," I said, handing her the disk.

  She looked it over for a bit, and then said, "Could we, like, watch it here? My parents sometimes go through my stuff, and I don't want them to find it."

  I've never known a teenager that couldn't find some place to hide something like this, but I was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. I took the disk from her, switched over from cable, and inserted the disk into the player.

  I figured it was just a couple of friends watching a porno, but I was curious to watch her reaction to seeing one for the first time, so I sat off to the side of the couch to try to see her reaction without staring at her like a creeper. I hoped.

  "Are you ready for this?" I asked her.

  "Yeah," she said.

  "I'll turn it off if it makes you uncomfortable," I said as I started it.

  "Thanks. I'll be okay."

  This particular movie was an amateur video compilation. In the first segment, a dark blond woman gives some guy a blow-job while playing a bit with her pussy. Amber was glued to the screen when the woman on the TV took the man's pants off and started sucking him to an erection. She was really going down on him, moaning loudly around his engorged member as she fingered her pussy.

  Actually, this isn't my favorite section of the video. You never get to see the woman's tits, and you don't get a good view of her pussy, but Amber was giving it her complete and undivided attention. That segment finally ended after the man unloaded on the woman's face, and closes with her licking his jizz off her face and fingers.

  As soon as that scene faded out, Amber glanced at me, blushed, and giggled. "There's more," I said and we got ready to watch the following scene.

  The next segment is one of my favorites. It begins with a different attractive dark-haired woman lying in a bed, with just her underwear and bra on. She plays with her tits and pussy for a while through her panties and around her bra before stripping them off to get better access.

  I had seen this film enough times to know what was happening just by listening. My eyes were glued to Amber, and she was only interested in the TV. It was clear that she had no idea I was watching her and not the screen.

  As the woman on the TV began to take off her panties, it was obvious to me that Amber was getting aroused. This was the reason that she wanted to watch the flick, and now she was going to see it happen in front of her. Was it possible that Amber was bisexual, or even a lesbian? It had never come up in our conversations.

  The woman in this segment had a fairly exposed clit, and she played with it for quite a while. After she fingered her pussy for some time, she pulled out a large vibrator and lubed it up for action. When Amber saw that vibrator, she gasped.

  "Would you look at the size of that thing?" she asked.

  As the woman circled her pussy lips with it I was sure that Amber thought that was all she would do. I was watching Amber, waiting for the moment the woman on the screen would turn on the vibrator and plunge the whole thing into her pussy, and the wide-eyed look on Amber's face combined with the way she covered her mouth to stifle a gasp and giggle didn't disappoint me. I could tell that Amber was as embarrassed as much as she was aroused by her reaction to what she was seeing. I don't know if Amber was aware that as the video kept going, her own legs were spreading further apart. I could also see that Amber wasn't wearing a bra by the way her nipples were poking through her short top.

  I heard Amber quietly say to herself, "So that's a vibrator," obviously not expecting to be overheard.

  After playing with herself for a while, the woman brought herself to a screaming climax, and the segment was over. The next segment was a black couple doing some normal screwing. Amber finally sat back in her chair a bit. She was still paying close attention to what was happening on the screen, and was especially interested when the man took his pants off. I'm sure she was wondering if what everyone said about black men was true. I know he didn't disappoint her. The video was over soon after the man blew his wad all over the woman's breasts in a noisy climax.

  "Wow," Amber said as I ejected the disk. "That was cool. So that's how people do it."

  "It's not difficult."

  "I guess not," she said. After a minute, she continued, "Now I'm all horny. I'm not sure what I'm going to do about it either." It would have been impossible for me not to notice that she had a hand resting on her inner thigh, like she wanted to scratch a
n itch.

  "I thought that was what the movie was all about."

  "Well, yeah, but not for right now, 'cuz my parents are at home. I couldn't just...you know, when my parents could just, like, walk in or something," she said.

  "You could always wait until tonight when they're sleeping. Or you could spend the night at an understanding friend's place," I suggested.

  "Well, not tonight. My parents sleep in the next room, and they're, like, really light sleepers. Hey, maybe I could, you know, play with myself here, now! Could I? You're an understanding friend, right?" she asked.

  What had I gotten myself into? I brushed my hair back and thought of how to respond for several moments before asking, "Well, just what did you have in mind?"

  "I could, like, maybe, start play with myself, and you could help me out 'cuz I haven't done it before. You know, masturbate, I mean." She kept awkwardly hesitating as she said it.

  I looked at this very pretty young woman, and I wondered if this was her inexperienced way of coming on to a guy? Maybe every guy that she had dated came to her first, and she never had been placed in the position of asking one for attention. Maybe she was intimidated by the age difference. After all, I am a full seven years older than she is, and I have more experience in life than she does.

  Or maybe I was over thinking things a lot. I hadn’t seen an actual naked woman in my house in a couple of months, and here was a pretty young woman offering to fix that problem. Was that something I could pass up?

  Chapter 4

  Strumming Her Banjo

  “Well, okay,” I said.

  “Great!” she exclaimed. I hadn’t realized how pretty she could be when she was smiling that broadly.

  “Well,” I said, “the bedroom is upstairs,” and I motioned her toward the stairs. She paused for just an instant, looking like she was thinking it over, but then that smile lit her face and she shot up the stairway. I followed at a more sedate pace, wondering if this was really happening, or if I was having an odd but good dream. I decided that wasn’t an idea that I wanted to examine too closely, and I figured going along with it was the best course of action.

  I rounded the corner into the bedroom, and Amber, who had been looking at my nicely-made bed, turned to face me, covered in a big smile. “Where should I start? I guess I should take off my clothes,” she said.

  “If that’s how you want to start. But before you do that, I only want to say that you can go anytime you feel uncomfortable. If you don’t like something, or you feel pressured, just leave. I won’t feel bad about it.”

  “That’s so sweet! I didn’t expect you to say that,” she said. She looked like I had just lifted a great weight off of her, and she smiled even larger than before.

  “Now,” I said, “what would you like to do? I’ll let you set the ground rules.”

  Her brow furrowed as she thought about it for a few seconds. “Well, I don’t actually want to, like, do it. You know, have sex. Not yet at least. I’d feel like a slut. I mean, what would everyone say?”

  “That’s fine, we don’t have to. I think that’s a good choice.”

  “Okay,” she said. “How about if I just try to masturbate, and you can, like, help me if I ask?” She really seemed eager for my approval.

  “That sounds fine to me. We’ll go at your pace when you’re ready,” I said.

  “Okay. Should I take my clothes off now?”

  “You can do whatever you want,” I said.

  “Cool. Okay, you get out the vibrator, and I’ll strip.”

  “Um, what makes you think I have a vibrator?”

  “Well, I dunno, I just kind of thought, you know,” she said, trailing off.

  “I’m sorry, but I don’t have much use for one, personally,” I said with a chuckle.

  She giggled, and then said, “Oh, I’m sorry. I just figured you’d have one. I mean, you seem to know so much, and all. I thought you’d have one for your girlfriends, or something.”

  “All I come with is the standard, built in, factory-installed model, if you get my meaning. No options. And I don’t get that many women up here anyway,” I admitted. “Well, none since Linda.”

  “Oh, sorry. So what do we do now?” she asked.

  “Well, you could just finger yourself.”

  “Okay, I guess. So I’ll just, like, take my clothes off then. Okay?”

  “That’s a good first step,” I said. Turning around, she proceeded to strip off every stitch, starting with her shoes, and ending with her panties. She stood there for a bit, looking around the room, and I took the time to admire her figure. She had small, high breasts, and her nipples were a light pink. She was slender, not voluptuous, but quite nice. And she had a small patch of pure golden blond curls in the triangle above her legs. She was quite a sight.

  She turned to face me, and smiled broadly again before lying down on the bed. After a moment, she spread her legs a bit and kind of attacked her pussy. It looked to me like she hadn’t gotten turned on yet.

  She stopped, and asked:“What am I doing wrong?”

  I sat down next to her, fully clothed. “Look, you’re trying to force things. That’s not how sex works. You have to be turned on before things slide together, or you’ll have some pain, so take things slowly.”

  “I think I’m a little wet, but what should I do?” she asked.

  “First, I want you to relax. Sit up,” I said, and I got behind her, hiding my erection as best I could. I massaged her shoulders for a few minutes while she relaxed. “Now think of something that turns you on. Maybe think about what you saw on the video earlier.” She closed her eyes, and relaxed as I kneaded her muscles. “Now, you’ll want to do something that feels good. Maybe you’ll want to caress your breasts a bit.”

  “Could you help me?” she asked.

  If I had thought about any of this, I probably would have said no. Instead, I said, “That’s why I’m here.” From behind her, I started to brush one of her nipples with my fingers. I could feel her nipple getting erect under my manipulations. “How does that feel?” I asked.

  “That feels really good,” she sighed.

  “Okay then, you try it,” I said, and guided her hand to her other breast. She started circling her other nipple the same way I was, so I started massaging her entire breast to break up the pattern, and I clearly heard her sigh. It was obvious that she was really getting turned on at this point.

  I was tracing her cleavage and across her shoulders and up her neck as she kept massaging her breast in one hand. I moved her other hand to her breast, and she took up where I left off.

  “Now should I go down?” she asked.

  “If that’s what you want,” I replied.

  She moved one hand down to her pussy, and moved it around for a bit. She looked puzzled at that point, and said, “It doesn’t seem to be working. Could you show me?”

  “No problem,” I said, and moved my hand down between her legs. I spread her legs just a bit further apart, and traced my fingertips up the inside of her thighs, tickling her gently as I moved up. When I reached the top, I cupped her vulva and massaged the whole area gently, before I allowed my finger to brush her clit. Amber moaned as soon as I touched it.

  “Is that okay,” I asked as I barely rubbed her clit.

  “Yeah,” she sighed. “Okay, what now?”

  “Well, that’s up to you. It feels like you’re really wet and ready for some action. Why don’t you take over?” I suggested.

  I lay her back on the bed and sat next to her. Amber moved her hand down and started to explore herself, and finding her clit, rubbed it harder than I had been. She was beginning to get a bit frothy in her sexual frenzy at this point.

  “Here,” I said, “let me show you something.” She removed her hand, and I placed my hand over her mound and rubbed her clit for a bit before moving a finger down to her opening. I just massaged her labia for a while, and then started pushing my middle finger inside her pussy. She moaned in lust as soon as I did.
I started moving my finger in and out at this point as she moaned with each thrust.

  “There,” I said, “do you get the idea? Now, you try,” and I started to remove my hand, but she grabbed it and moved it back.

  “Don’t stop,” she gasped, “it feels really good.” It was her call, so I kept fingering her while she massaged her breasts without mercy, pinching and kneading them like bread dough, and moaning lustily.

  I just kept plunging my finger into her, twisting and fluttering inside her a bit, while I rubbed her clit with my other hand. She was moaning louder now, so I started to pump my finger into her faster, plunging into her with more force. She was lying there as I fingered her for several minutes before she finally pushed her hips up and let out a scream. I could feel her pussy muscles spasming around my finger as her face showed an unfamiliar look of pleasure, and I kept rubbing her clit the entire time she was cumming.

  After her final spasm, she sighed and lay there for a bit, breathing like she had just run a marathon. I pulled my hands away and watched her.

  “Wow,” she finally said. “That was great! Thanks!”

  “Oh, no problem,” I said. “Any time.”

  After a few more minutes, she got up and started to get dressed. “Like, I really mean it, thanks. I’ve never felt anything that good before! That was, like, the best! There were waves of, like, you know, all over, coming from my tummy, and like...” She looked like she didn’t know how to explain it.

  “I know what you mean. It’s almost impossible to explain what it’s like outside of its own terms. The only word I’ve found is orgasmic,” I explained.

  “Yeah, I guess that’s it. Cool.” Amber was almost finished dressing now, and she finally noticed the bulge in my pants. “Oh. Guess I got to you, huh?”

  “Yeah, you did at that,” I confirmed.

  “Are you going to be ok?” she asked, looking concerned.

  “I’ll be fine,” I reassured her.

  “Good,” she said with a huge smile, and she started heading downstairs.