A/N: Errrr … sorry I forgot about this for so long. I kind of decided to stop writing little quickie smut scenes until today.
And yeah, the characters are pretty OOC here. You don't need to remind me of that. Eh. It's pretty much no more than gratuitous smut.
Snapshots of Desire
Chapter 2: Teaching Session
My friend Edward and I were sitting around my apartment just talking shit and drinking a few beers one night when the inevitable topic of sex came up. See, most everything related back to sex for Edward. He was, after all, a twenty-something man with a nice looking body and a sex drive to boot.
He had a reputation of being somewhat of a man-whore, though I questioned that reputation's validity from time to time. He was from a small town so there really couldn't be that many girls he'd slept with there, but his college years were spent at a major university known for its parties so if he'd acquired his experience anywhere it would have been there.
I, on the other hand, had about as much experience as a sixteen year old girl. A somewhat virginal girl. Yeah, I'd had sex and it was okay and all, but I didn't consider it earthshaking or any of those other euphemisms people always attached to great sex. Hell, I'd barely even sucked one cock and that was only because I'd been really, really drunk and easily influenced in such a condition.
Needless to say my skills were sorely lacking.
The liquor lowered my inhibitions around Edward and I found myself asking him questions I probably wouldn't have asked otherwise. Questions about why he liked blowjobs, exactly what they felt like, what he liked to do to girls the best, what he liked about a woman's body.
He was more than forthcoming with answers and I found myself starting to believe the hype he put out that he had skills.
More so, I found myself curious if his skills would work on me.
So when he offered to "coach" me so to speak on several sexual facets I didn't have much experience in, I couldn't say no to the offer.
We waited a little to sober up a bit and then began discussing specifics. I had a few things I didn't want to do and a few things I definitely wanted to do. I really wanted to get over my hesitance of giving a blowjob. It was something I more often than not didn't find particularly sexy and almost never actually wanted to give one.
In reality though, I also was really worried I was terrible at them. I mean, a bad blowjob is still better than no blowjob at all, but I'd heard horror stories of girls botching them so bad with teeth or too much tongue or licking or pretty much anything at all. It seemed more to me that each guy liked his cock sucked in a particular way and even though you might have some standard moves, it varied from guy to guy.
We also agreed to not get attached to each other. This was purely a coaching thing. And more importantly, we promised that we'd still stay friends and nothing would change with how we acted when we had our clothes on. This was good because I was actually kind of worried that something would change, even though I knew for Edward sex was just sex. He very infrequently actually attached any kind of deeper emotions to it.
So maybe that particular part of the agreement was more for me. I'd always been the one to closely link my emotions to any sexual acts, thinking that all people did the reality wasn't necessarily so.
Either way though, we agreed that we'd start with our "coaching" the next week.
I slept fitfully that night, probably from a combination of the alcohol and this new agreement weighing heavily on my mind.
Thankfully though, the next few days were so busy I barely had any time to think about it until the morning of our "appointment" dawned.
And I'll be straight up honest, I was fucking petrified.
I went out and bought some condoms just to have even though I knew Edward more often than not carried some on his person at all times. Still, always better to be prepared. I also picked up a small bottle of lube in my favorite brand since I was close to running out.
When I got home I grabbed a few of my favorite toys from my rather sizable collection and stowed them in my bedside nightstand drawer.
I poured myself a strong drink to settle my nerves and kind of dull the tingly sensation in the bottom of my stomach. I threw the double shot back in two gulps, wincing between swallows. That was some strong shit.
There was a knock on my door and if I thought I was nervous before, I felt like I was about to puke suddenly.
It was time for my "lesson."
I let Edward in and was pleasantly surprised to find he'd worn my favorite shirt he owned, a black button up with the sleeves rolled up. He had jeans on and a pair of black leather lace ups.
"Well, shit. If I'd known you were dressing up I would have put on something fancier," I joked him nervously. I was wearing a loose pair of jeans and a short sleeve v-neck blue t-shirt. One that Edward had coincidentally looked down a few weeks back when I'd offered him a quick peek.
He shrugged to me. "No, it's cool. I felt like busting out the nice shirt tonight."
"So, uh … what's the plan? I mean you're the teacher here," I said awkwardly.
"Well, how about a drink first," he responded.
I grabbed a beer for him from the fridge and we sat on the couch talking about stupid shit for awhile. Probably about twenty minutes passed.
Finally though, Edward finished off his beer and popped a mint from his pocket in his mouth.
"Guess this is a go, huh?" I laughed.
"Yep," he said, popping the last letter with his lips.
I edged closer to him and he leaned in to kiss me. He tasted mildly of beer and mint, an interesting combination in my mouth. I pressed my mouth harder to his and his tongue slipped inside my mouth.
In my experience with kissing with tongue, there were some guys who could do it well and some who were just horrible. Too much tongue or two much slobber or any combination of the two.
But Edward was pretty good at kissing.
He put his hands on my waist and pulled me closer to him until I lifted my leg and straddled across his lap. His hands went to the hem of my t-shirt and quickly pulled it up and off my body, my hair falling back around my shoulders.
I'd actually thought ahead and worn a fairly nice bra, black with a lacy edge. And of course a matching black lace thong too. I knew Edward liked thongs given that we'd had extensive conversations on men's lingerie preferences before.
He eyed my bra hungrily and started kissing all over my chest, his nose nuzzling my nipples through the material of my bra. His hand slipped behind me and in one swift movement he'd unclipped my bra, the straps falling loose on my arms. His fingertips grazed my skin as he gently pulled the garment down my arms until the cups fell away as well.
"Damn, you have nice tits," he breathed out and his warm breath tickled my nipples.
It took him barely a heartbeat to latch onto my nipples like a suckling baby, showing me exactly how much he liked my chest.
Now if there was one thing I really liked during foreplay it was to have my nipples sucked. And it turns out Edward was pretty good at this too. His tongue laved all around my nipples and he alternated between sucking on them gently and more intensely, causing me to start undulating in his lap.
I could feel my thong starting to get damp as well as his cock getting hard underneath me. He kept at it until I was practically panting while grinding into his lap and for the first time in my life I actually had the urge to have a cock in my mouth.
Okay, I'd had that urge before, but it was extremely rare and usually passed within a second of the thought entering my mind. But this time though, I wasn't going to let it pass considering I had a ready and willing cock right below me.
I pushed on the side of Edward's head and he released my left nipple with an audible pop and slight groan, looking up at me with a smile.
"Doing good so far?" he smirked.
"Uh, yeahhhh," I whimpered.
"Let me guess, you wanna wrap your lips around my cock now?" he grinned wider.
I nodded, biting my lip slightly.
"Well, don't let me stop you," he said.
I slid off his lap and nestled myself between his legs on the floor in front of him. With somewhat shaky hands I undid his belt and zipper, feeling the heat of his cock through the thick denim.
The arrogant fucker had foregone any underwear so his cock popped right out when the zipper was down far enough and he lifted his hips just slightly for me to pull his pants down. I shimmied them down to his knees and leaned back for him to kick them off to the side.
Putting my hands on his knees, he edged them apart and smiled at me. I must have looked nervous because he felt the need to reassure me.
"Don't worry. It'll be fine. Just follow your instincts and if you do something I don't like, I'll tell you," he said softly.
"Uhhh, okay," I said shyly.
He started unbuttoning his shirt as I slowly moved my hands closer to his cock that was laying on his stomach. Thankfully he wasn't ridiculously hairy. That was for sure one of my big turn offs. I didn't want to have sex with a Yeti. He was nearly trimmed but there was still some hair to remind me that he was indeed a man.
I looked up one last time and he smiled, reminding me that I was in control of this.
"Okay then. Here goes nothing," I said quietly, more to myself than anything.
I took his cock into my hands and slowly started stroking it, not wanting to overdo it at first.
After one last breath, I moved my mouth forward and slowly took the head of it into my mouth. His cock had that man taste to him, slightly salty and earthy. Licking all around the rim, I looked up to see if I was doing it right.
Edward's eyes were locked on me and his mouth was slightly open agape. He'd started breathing harder. Well, it seemed to be going well so far.
I refocused myself on my "work" and slowly began working him into my mouth as gently as I could. I had a small mouth so I had to concentrate on keeping it open as far as I could while not scraping his cock with my teeth. I knew that most guys didn't like a whole lot of teeth. Maybe the occasional touch, but any more than that and it was too much. I had to fight with my conditioned gag reflex and several times though I was going to spit his cock out right there to get air.
Thankfully I managed to suppress the feeling and before long I was working at a nice pace bobbing my head up and down his cock while stroking the base with my hand. I gently played with his balls in my other hand and I felt him getting incrementally harder in my mouth.
Occasionally I'd take him out of my mouth and run the very tip over my lips, licking along the rim and head after that. He seemed to really like that because he groaned every time I did that.
I felt his hand on top of my head and I looked up, alarmed that maybe I was doing something wrong.
His eyes were closed and his head pressed back into the couch, so I guess I was still doing really well.
"Shit, so good," he groaned and I swear my ego swelled about five sizes. For all my worrying, I was pretty decent at this.
I kept up with my bobbing and licking pattern, this time squeezing his balls gently every now and then.
I don't know how long I kept at it when his hips started rising to meet my bobs, him starting to fuck my mouth more than anything. I kept my head still and tried to relax my throat as much as I could, feeling him hitting the back of my mouth. I experimented with swallowing when his cock was back there and I was rewarded with a loud grunt.
Oh yeah, he really liked that.
"Fuck, gonna come," he groaned and tried to pull my head away from his cock.
We'd talked before about how I wasn't horribly thrilled with the idea of swallowing during a blowjob so I think he thought I wasn't going to this time. The thing was that I kind of wanted to try it.
I shook my head slightly and his grip on my head loosened. I guess he figured it out that I was planning on swallowing this time.
I let my tongue swipe the underside of his cock as I kept bobbing my head up and down, feeling the vein he had running up his length. I felt him twitch in my mouth and I knew he was really close.
Swallowing hard around him, he came hard and fast and warm in my mouth. I swallowed as quickly as I could before I had to taste it and kept swallowing until I started getting soft in my mouth.
I gave his cock a few last licks before I looked up to see his eyes somewhat glazed over.
"I thought you said you weren't so good at that," he panted, still slightly out of breath. "That was pretty fucking good."
I grinned at him and stroked the inside of his thigh with my thumb.
"Guess I just have a good instinct."
"So you … uh … wanna do something else tonight? Cause I have been dying to lick you since we talked about this last week."
The butterflies came back to my stomach and I bit my lip again.
"I think that would be okay," I said slowly.
He laughed and reached down to fondle my still hard nipple.
"Christ, you make it sound like you're not enjoying this," he chuckled.
"No, I am. I actually kind of liked doing that. Guess I just had a bad experience or two, huh?" I said.
He smiled and nodded at me.
"So you wanna get going on this? That pussy needs some licking if you ask me."
I stood up and shimmied my ass in his face. He groaned from behind me. I undid the button on my jeans and bent over as I pushed the down over my hips, showing off my ass cheeks to him.
"Shit, now you're just teasing me," he growled.
I looked back over my shoulder at him and he was stroking his cock back to life with his hand.
"And so what if I am?" I giggled.
"Woman, I don't like being teased," he growled again and slapped me on the ass. I shrieked and he lunged for my waist, pulling me up around him and hauling me off towards my bedroom.
Something told me I was in for a lot of "learning" that night.