Every Young Man's Dream

by Derek Price

  She was hammering away at him, her body slamming down upon his, every thrust forcing his cock deeper and deeper inside her. She looked like a woman possessed, hair bouncing everywhere, covering up half her face, eyes boring down on him, her head tilted slightly to the side, her features screwed up in a mask of concentration.

  From the look on Adriana’s face it was obvious she wanted something from him and she wasn’t going to slow down until she had it.

  Luckily for Troy she wasn’t far away; he didn’t know how much more he could take of her hammering away at him like this.

  A couple of deep, guttural growls and then Adriana had one of her hands around his throat, lightly choking him as she rose towards orgasm.

  Once Troy got over the shock of Adriana taking control over him like that, her hand around his throat had a surprising effect. He’d never had a woman take things to such a level, had never even considered the possibility of it, actually, but he quickly realized that he liked it. A lot.

  He wasn’t sure exactly what it was that got him so excited—Adriana taking charge, the slightly painful sensation, the sheer filthiness of it, the taboos it broke, or something else entirely—but it instantly took him right to the edge of orgasm. Where just seconds earlier he felt as though he could last for hours before cumming, now he was holding on for dear life, once again trying to extract just a few more seconds of pleasure before it all came crashing down.

  Adriana, being the attentive, experienced woman that she was, instantly recognized the effect of her hand around his throat, so she squeezed a little harder, her trademarked evil little smile making it’s way onto her face while she continued slamming down on him.

  The increased pressure led to increased excitement for Troy and he knew he was a few heartbeats away from cumming now. And from the look on Adriana’s face, she was too. So Troy did everything he could to get her there at the same time he did.

  He put all his energy into lifting his hips upwards into her, trying to match her intensity with his own, giving it absolutely everything he could with every thrust. And it seemed to work, as Adriana bit down on her bottom lip and let out a deep, guttural groan at the same time Troy’s seed came shooting up out of his cock and deep into Adriana’s pussy.

  She bounced on top of him one last time, then stayed down, wrapping her arms around the back of his head and pulling him in towards her and holding him tightly against her while she grinded her hips against his groin in a back-and-forth motion a couple more times before finally shuddering one last time and then falling still.

  Adriana pulled his head back and rested her forehead on his.

  “Wow,” she said. “Color me impressed.”

  Smiling, Troy said, “Not too bad, huh?”

  “Not bad at all,” she said. “You’re much further along that I expected you to be. Are you sure you’re not some closet gigolo or something?”

  “Not that I know of.”

  “Then you must just be a natural. I’d heard my girlfriends whisper about them but have never come across one before. I always thought they were just a myth.”

  Adriana climbed off him and lied down, her back on the carpet. She patted the spot next to her and Troy climbed off the chair and lied down by her side.

  “Well,” she said. “How are you liking things so far?”

  “I’m loving them,” Troy said. “And you. There’s only thing that’s bothering me a little.”

  “What’s that?”

  Troy paused for a moment then, said, “I know I probably shouldn’t be asking this question, but I just can’t let it go. It’s been on my mind since I left your house yesterday.”

  “You’re wondering why I’m doing this, right?”

  Troy nodded.

  Adriana smiled. “Come with me to the shower and I’ll tell you a little story on the way.”

  “Sounds good,” Troy said. He stood up and offered his hand to Adriana. She took it and he helped her up. Walking side-by-side, they made their way towards the bathroom on the other side of the room.

  “I want to tell you about a young woman about your age who absolutely loved sex,” Adriana said. “She loved the feel of it, the excitement, the sheer pleasure of penetration. For a couple of years she had taken care of all her needs herself; she had been raised to think that sex was a shameful thing, and was afraid to venture out into the real world and find a man to pleasure her. But eventually her needs trumped her fears and she began to seek out men. Her first few experiences were with young men about her own age. But she soon found out that they were way too anxious, way too quick, and most of all way too selfish to please her the way she needed to be pleased. So eventually she moved on a few years, to slightly older men—still young; mid-20’s, most of them—but she realized they had the same problems as the younger ones. Not as pronounced, most of the time—except for the selfish part, of course—but pretty much the same issues cropped up.”

  Here Adriana paused. They had reached the bathroom. She pulled open the door to the double-headed shower and turned the water on to get it heated up. Then she closed the door and turned back towards Troy and resumed talking.

  “So she continued moving on, trying out all sorts of different men, different ages, different nationalities, from all different walks of life, but came away from the experience vastly disappointed. Sure, there were the occasional men that knew what they were doing, but for the most part she realized that men, as a whole, were really shitty in the sack. So one day she came to a decision. Whenever she came across a young man with potential she would take it upon herself to make sure he realized that potential. She would teach him everything she knew, starting from the ground up, molding him into a man that could satisfy a woman’s every need, so that hopefully there would be fewer young girls like herself who came away disappointed in the quality of men.”

  “So you’re a humanitarian,” Troy said.

  “That’s right,” Adriana said, grabbing a couple of towels from the linen closet. “I’m just trying to make the world a better place. One young man at a time.”

  “Are you ever tempted to keep one of these men for yourself after your job’s done?”

  “Tempted? Yes,” she said. “But I’ve never done it.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because that would be selfish of me,” she said as she set the towels on the counter near the shower. “My purpose is to teach young men how to excel in bed and then set them free to put their newfound knowledge to use. Spread the joy, so to speak. To keep them for myself would be to deny other women the pleasure of being with them. Besides, I love the teaching part. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy tasting the fruits of my labor once my job is finished, but the part I love the most is taking the raw material and molding it in something wondrous.”

  “So that’s where this is going to end up? With me being a stud in the sack?”

  “Oh, you’ll be much more than just a stud,” Adriana said. “You’ll be a god. Capable of pleasing a woman in ways she didn’t even know were possible.”

  Adriana opened the shower door and climbed in. Troy followed. She made her way to one of the shower heads. He took the other. The water was piping hot. It felt great on his skin.

  “You really think you can pull it off with me?” Troy said, turning towards Adriana, letting the water cascade over his back.

  “I haven’t failed yet,” Adriana said, smiling over her shoulder at him. “And to be perfectly honest, you’re pretty far along already. I have a feeling you’re going to be one of my easier students.”

  “Really?” Troy said. “There are people worse than I am when you get ahold of them?”

  “Much worse,” Adriana said. She had turned towards him and was soaping herself up, paying extra attention to her pussy, getting it nice and clean. “You’ve got most of the basic skills down already. You lack refinement, sure, but that can be taught pretty easily. It just take practice. And you have the most important things. A great body. A nice cock. But more importantly you
have the right attitude. You’re respectful, considerate, and overall a nice guy, which is essential.”

  She tossed the soap over to him. He caught it and started rubbing the bar over his body. He was reluctant to wash her smell off him but figured it was only temporary.

  “Plus you seem like you genuinely want to learn,” Adriana continued while rinsing the soap of her body. “With most of the kids these days, you’re lucky if you find someone that has one of those attributes. But you have all three. Which means you’re way ahead of the game already.”

  Troy was smiling; he couldn’t help it. His home life had been pretty rough and compliments were hard to come by. Being praised by such a gorgeous, accomplished, incredible woman made him feel pretty damn good inside. The outside was feeling pretty good too as he watched her rinse the soap off her skin.

  “Don’t get too proud of yourself,” Adriana said. “You still have quite a bit of work to do.”

  “Like what?”

  “Well, for starters you need to become more confident in bed. More forceful. Stop feeling your way around so much, waiting to see how I’m going to react before doing something. Just do what you want. For the most part, women like a man who knows what he wants and then takes it. Hesitant men are boring.”

  “So more confidence and less hesitation,” Troy said. He set the soap down and started rinsing it off his body. “I think I handle that. What else is there?”

  “We definitely need to work on your stamina,” Adriana said. “What happened earlier was a perfect example; don’t get me wrong, it’s admirable that eating my pussy got you almost excited enough to cum while you were doing it, but it also cut short was came afterwards.”

  “Yeah, that was pretty pathetic.”

  “I wouldn’t go that far,” she said, turning off the water and leaving the shower. “In a weird way it’s actually pretty impressive. But I definitely need to teach you how to control yourself better.”

  Troy turned off his water and followed Adriana out of the shower. She tossed him a towel. They both started to dry themselves off.

  “And how exactly do you do that?” he asked.

  “Oh, there’s a few different ways. We’ll try some of them out at a later date. One of these days we’ll spend the whole afternoon on it. I’ll set up a little gauntlet that tests your self-control.”

  “Sounds like fun.”

  “It will be,” she said.

  “What else do I need to work on?” Troy asked.

  “Well, eventually we need to get you to be a whole lot more adventurous, but that comes in steps. One thing at a time, then build upon it, taking things a little further, then a little further. That’ll come in time, though. You can’t rush that part.”

  “Anything else?”

  “Just overall refinement, more than anything. But again, that comes with repetition. Just like anything else, the best way to get better in bed is by practice, practice, and more practice.”

  “I think I can handle that.”

  “So you say now,” Adriana said as she hung her towel on the rack to dry. “But we’ll see, my young friend. We’ll see.”

  Troy tossed his towel onto the counter defiantly. A little smirk played on his face. “You don’t believe me?”

  “I believe you think you can handle it,” she said, matching his grin with one of her own. Challenging him. Daring him. Taunting him. “But when push comes to shove, and you’re trying to get it up again after cumming four times already that day, we’ll see if you really can handle it.”

  “Four times? That’s it?”

  Smiling wider now, Adriana said, “Big talk from a man who’s only come twice so far.”

  “The key phrase being so far,” Troy said.

  “What are you saying? That you’re ready to go again?”

  “Hell yes.”

  “Fine by me,” Adriana said. “But this time, I want you to take more control. Be more forceful.”

  “I’ll try.”

  “That’s not good enough. You need to just step up and do it.”

  “I don’t know if I can.”

  “Why not?”

  He shrugged.

  “Come on,” Adriana said. “Don’t be afraid to talk about it. The only way to make progress is to have open communication about what the issues are. Otherwise they stay hidden and don’t get addressed. And that’s how things fester.”

  “It’s just . . .” Troy trailed off, not sure how to put it into words without sounding cruel.

  “Spit it out,” Adriana said. “Don’t be shy.”

  “Fine. But you have to promise not to take this the wrong way.”

  She held her hand up, palm out. “I swear.”

  Troy took a deep breath, let it out slowly. He didn’t know how to say what was on his mind so he took Adriana’s advice and just spit it out. “I’m kind of intimidated.”

  “By me specifically? Or women in general.”

  “Not all women. But women like you.”

  “Like me in what way?”

  “Older than me. Bold. Gorgeous. You know, women like you, what few of them there are.”

  Adriana smiled. “Well, first of all, thank you for the compliments. Second: Of course you’re intimidated; in case you hadn’t figured it out yet, that’s just the way I am. Bold and brash and beautiful. Which men aren’t used to.”

  “I know, and I get that,” Troy said. “And I’m grateful for the way you are, because if you were just a typical woman I wouldn’t be here right now. Your boldness is the reason I’ve had so much fun over the last couple of days. But that doesn’t change the fact that it makes you intimidating too. And it’s hard to take control over someone who intimidates you.”

  “Fair enough,” Adriana said. “So if, for example, I was a quiet, petite, little 18-year old blonde who fawned at your feet you’d have no problem taking control over me?”

  Troy laughed and shook his head.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “Nothing. I’m just trying to imagine you as a petite blonde, that’s all.”

  “How’s it working for you?”

  “Not so well. I like you as you are.”

  “But if I was a little blonde about your age . . .”

  “Then I wouldn’t foresee any issues,” Troy said.

  “That’s good to know,” she said.

  Troy tilted his head slightly. He recognized the look on Adriana’s face. Something was working behind those beautiful eyes of hers. “Why?”

  “No reason,” she said. “Just curious.”

  He didn’t buy it but didn’t press her on it either.

  “What about if we had a few drinks?” Adriana asked. “Would that help make me less intimidating?”

  “If I was drunk enough I’d probably be able to get over my fear,” he said. “But that’s kind of a cop-out, isn’t it?”

  “A little bit,” she said. “But not really. It’s a start, a little step. Something to build on. So what do you say?”

  “You want to try it right now?”

  “Sure,” Adriana said. “Why not? I’ve got a fully stocked bar just over there. Let’s start drinking and see what happens.”

  Troy pretended to think about it for a moment, when in reality the decision had already been made in his head. “Sure,” he said. “Let’s give it a shot.”

  “Great. Then follow me.” Adriana grabbed his hand and led him over to the bar next to the TV.

  Once there, she pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels and a couple of shot glasses. “They key is to get drunk enough to erase your inhibitions but not too drunk that you don’t remember what happened the next day,” she said as she filled the little glasses with the amber liquid. “Otherwise it defeats the purpose.”

  “Then why are we drinking Jack? Shouldn’t we start off with something a little more mellow?”

  “It’s just a couple shots to get us jump-started,” she said, handing him one of the glasses. “Bottoms up.”

  Adriana shot the Jack
back with a little flick of her head. Troy did the same, grimacing slightly as it went down. They both set the glasses down on the counter.

  Smiling, Adriana filled them up again. “One more and then we’ll slow things down,” she said.

  Troy took a deep breath and nodded. This time, he shot the Jack first and Adriana followed. The second one went down a little easier. He set the glass down and so did Adriana.

  “Do you like your wine red or white?” she asked.

  “Red, I guess. I don’t drink it very often.”

  “Then cab it is,” Adriana said, pulling a bottle of the rack. “This is Silver Oak. Pretty good stuff. It should go down pretty easy.”

  “Sounds good.”

  Adriana pulled a couple of wine glasses and an opener from behind the bar and got to work on the bottle. Troy could already feel the Jack starting to work it’s way into his system, loosening him up just a hair. It felt good.

  Adriana poured the wine and handed him a glass and the rest of the bottle and they made their way back over to the couch and sat. She grabbed a remote and turned the TV on, found a sitcom in syndication. They both relaxed and drank their wine and watched the show, their occasional laughter punctuated by sips from their respective glasses.

  An hour later they had just finished their second bottle of wine. Troy was feeling good and drunk; not quite wasted, but pretty close. With Adriana it was hard to tell. She’d drank just as much as he had, but despite her being little more than half his size she didn’t seem like the alcohol was affecting her as much.

  “How are you feeling?” she asked.

  “Pretty fucking good,” Troy replied, a goofy smile on his face. “How about you?”

  “Not bad,” Adriana said, smiling back at him. “Not bad at all.”

  “So what do you say, should we get this train a rollin’ again?”

  “Come make your move whenever you’re ready.”

  Troy set his empty glass on the coffee table and stood up. He wobbled for a moment before catching his balance.

  “You okay there?” Adriana asked.

  “I’m fine,” he lied. “Just fine and dandy.”

  He walked over towards Adriana and stood over her, waiting, looking at her and then down at his cock. It wasn’t quite hard, not yet, but it was getting there.