Every Young Man's Dream (3 page)

He struggled against the inevitability of
finishing by squeezing her breasts more tightly. But it was no use.
He was simply too far along to hold out for very much longer. And
when she leaned forward again and went back to bouncing on his cock
it was all over.

“
Holy shit,” he said under
his breath, looking directly up into her eyes as she hovered over
him, her hair covering half of her face.

“
It’s okay,” she said,
understanding instinctively exactly where he was at. “Just let it
go.”

“
Are you sure?” he managed
to say.

“
Positive,” she replied.
“I want your cum inside me.” Her voice was a seductive whisper,
full of certainty, brooking absolutely no doubt.

So Troy let himself go, relaxing and letting
nature do its work. He uttered a wordless groan and a shiver ran
through his body as he expelled his seed up into her warm pussy.
She continued to work her body as he came, stopping only after
she’d drawn every last drop of sperm from his cock

“
I’m sorry,” Troy said as
she climbed off him and sat down on the other side of the
couch.

She seemed genuinely confused. “For
what?”

“
For, you
know—”

“
Not lasting very
long?”

Troy nodded sheepishly.

She smiled, patted him on the cheek.
“There’s nothing to be sorry for. You lasted longer than I expected
you to considering the situation.”

“
Really?” Troy didn’t know
if he should be proud for exceeding her expectations or dismayed
that the bar was set so long.

She nodded. “And don’t worry, I’m certain
it’ll get better.” Her ever-present smile grew wider. “After all,
practice makes perfect.”

He tilted his head slightly. “Wait a minute,
are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“
I don’t know,” she said.
“I guess that depends on what you think I’m saying. If you think
I’m saying that this is going to be the first of many, many
sessions over the next few weeks, then yes, I’m saying what you
think I’m saying.”

Troy couldn’t contain the smile that was
slowing spreading across his face.

“
From the looks of you,
I’d say you were thinking the same way I was,” she said.

“
Not thinking, but
certainly hoping,” he said.

“
Well, your hopes have
become a reality,” she said. “Unless, of course, you’ve got
something—or someone, I should say—better to do.”

“
Better?” Troy said. “Than
you? Impossible.”

She laughed. “Good answer, good answer. I
think this is going to be the start of something special.”

“
I think so
too.”

“
Of course, I hope you
understand that no other session is going to be as basic—or as
quick—as this one. Think of what we just did as a ‘getting to know
you’ session. Or a pop quiz, if you prefer.”

“
Call it whatever you
want, it doesn’t matter to me. As long as I passed.”

“
You did, but barely. Call
it a C minus. You need to do a lot more studying if you want to get
an A.”

“
I’ll do whatever it
takes,” Troy said. “I’ve always been a good student.”

“
I’m sure you have,” she
said, standing up. “Now, about that whatever-it-takes comment; did
you mean that?”

“
Of course,” Troy said,
raising his eyebrows in expectation. “Why?”

“
Well, considering how
early in the day it still is, I was hoping we could get a little
more practice in.”

“
Right now?”

“
Sure,” she said with a
shrug of her shoulders. “Why not?”

“
I don’t know,” Troy said.
“It’s just . . . we just finished up . . . and—” he broke off, not
wanting to actually say the words.

“
And what?” she said, not
letting him off the hook.

He just looked at her, too embarrassed to
continue on.

“
There’s no need to be
shy,” she said. “What we just did should facilitate communication,
not inhibit it.”

He’d never thought of it that way. It
certainly made sense; enough to allow him to spit it out, at least.
“It’s just so soon afterwards,” he said. “I’m not sure I can get it
up again so quickly.”

“
Don’t worry about it,”
she said, giving him a sly grin. “I’ll take care of that
part.”

She stood up and held out her hand. After
only a moment of hesitation, Troy took it. She led him across the
room, towards a hallway on the other side of the stairs. Down the
hall, past two closed doors and into the room at the end they
went.

It was a bedroom. In the center of the room,
against the far wall, was a California King bed with black silk
sheets and somewhere around fifteen pillows piled up against the
headboard.

“
You like?” she asked,
sitting him down on the bed.

He nodded. “I like very much.”

She pushed on his shoulders, forcing him to
lie down. Then she spread his legs and slid her body up his until
their faces were just inches apart, her body on top of his, her
breasts pressing up against his chest, her pussy right about at his
belly button. She ran one hand through his hair and traced the
outline of his lips with the other one.

“
So you’ve had trouble
getting it up again quickly in the past, huh?” she said, talking
softly, seductively, her eyes locked onto his.

“
I don’t know that I’ve
ever tried,” he said. “All the times I’ve done it before we were
finished up shortly after I did.”

Laughing, she said, “Ah yes, young lovers
and their fumbling around, never quite sure what they’re supposed
to do, afraid to ask for what they want, always worried about the
other persons feelings, about doing the wrong thing, about
upsetting their partner. Luckily we don’t have any of those issues.
Do you know why?”

Troy shook his head. He was completely under
her power, too transfixed by her words to utter any of his own.

“
Because I know exactly
what I want and I’m not afraid to tell you what to do,” she said.
“Not because I don’t care about your feelings, but because I know
that communication is the key to understanding each other. And
understanding each other is the key enjoying each other fully. Plus
I know more about what you want than you do. Because how can you
know what you want before you’ve experienced it?”

She seemed to be waiting for an answer so
Troy obliged. “I’m guessing you can’t.”

“
That’s exactly right, she
said. “But lucky for you I’ve got more than enough experience for
the both of us. So I can show you what you want, even if you don’t
know you want it yet. Like right now. You want to touch me, right?
To please me. To make me feel good.”

Troy nodded.

“
But you’re not sure how
to do it, are you?”

He shook his head.

“
Because some girls like
to be kissed, some like their breasts to be fondled, others like
their nipples pinched. One likes their pussy rubbed, another their
clit to be flicked, a third likes fingers inside her. And then how
many fingers? One? Two? Three? Four? How is a man supposed to know
what to do if they aren’t told? And how many people are comfortable
enough to actually talk about such things?”

“
None that I’ve been
with,” Troy said, his heart beating against the walls of his chest
and his breath coming more quickly as his excitement rose. To hear
a woman—a gorgeous, naked woman who was lying on him, no less—talk
like this was something he’d never thought could happen. So many
mysteries being revealed, so many questions being answered, so many
of his hidden fears being laid to waste; he could feel walls
crumbling down inside him.

“
Do you want to please
me?” she asked.

“
With everything I
have.”

“
Then kiss me.”

Troy lifted his head and pressed his lips
against hers. His tongue darted inside her mouth, started exploring
around, and hers did the same.

“
Now let your hands
explore,” she said, breaking off their kiss and bringing her mouth
up to his ear just long enough to say the words before returning
her lips to his.

So Troy did, running his hands over her
head, through her hair, and down her back, eventually settling on
her ass. He gave her cheeks a squeeze, one in each hand, feeling
her tight ass beneath her smooth skin.

She broke off their kiss once again. “That’s
a start,” she said. “Now turn me over so you’re on top.”

He did as he was told without thought, more
than happy to be led along by her, not having to worry about making
a mistake, about taking things too fast, about pushing too far.

“
Now suck on my nipple,”
she said, pushing down on the top of his head.

“
With pleasure,” he said,
sliding his body down and taking one of her nipples in his mouth
and sucking on it like he was a baby getting fed. He could feel it
hardening inside his mouth, giving him more to suck. The sounds of
her excitement filled the room, spurring him on. Looking up at her
he could see her eyes were closed and a look of pleasure was
stamped on her face.

He sucked harder for a few seconds, then
pulled back, letting his lips pull on her nipple for a moment for
popping it out of his mouth.

She let out a blissful little yelp and
followed that with another delighted moan as he took her other
nipple in his mouth and gave it the same treatment.

After working on the other nipple for a bit
she reached out and grabbed his arm at the wrist. He looked up at
her expectantly, wondering if she wanted him to break it off but
she shook her head.

“
Keep doing what you’re
doing,” she said as she pushed his hand down the length of her
body. “I’m just adding another element into the
mix.”  

Troy allowed her to guide his hand down
until it was between her legs. Putting her hand on the outside of
his, she pressed his hand against her pussy and rubbed it up and
down.

She was soaking wet, her juices
everywhere.

“
Stick two fingers inside
of me,” she said.

Troy did. They slid in without so much as a
hint of resistance. He moved them back and forth against her,
quickly picking up speed.

She grabbed his arm, stopping him. “Slower,”
she said. “Don’t be so anxious. Build it up gradually.”

“
Sorry,” Troy
said.

“
Don’t apologize,” she
replied. “Don’t ever apologize. Just listen. And pay attention. And
learn.”

“
How do I know when to . .
.”

“
Go more quickly?” she
said.

Troy nodded. He was still finding it
difficult to talk openly about what they were doing. He wasn’t sure
why, it was some sort of a mental block.

“
I’ll tell you,” she said.
“Eventually you’ll learn how to read it yourself, but for now, just
listen and do what you’re told.”

So he did, slowing down a bit, getting in a
rhythm, only speeding up when she told him to, eventually slipping
another finger in at her request, following her every direction as
accurately as he could, from depth to speed to positioning to what
to do with his mouth, his tongue, his other hand.

Troy was surprised to find that her
enjoyment was getting him off. The more she got into it the more he
did too, and it didn’t take long before his cock was rock-hard once
again, without her so much as touching it.

“
See,” she said, reaching
down and giving Troy’s cock a couple of strokes with her hand while
he continued banging her. “I told you I’d take care of that part,
didn’t I?”

Troy nodded, too busy to talk.

“
Now let’s see you put it
to good use again,” she said. She pulled his hand out of her pussy,
stuck his index finger in her mouth, licked it clean, and popped it
back out of her mouth.  “Do you think—” She popped his middle
finger in her mouth and gave it the same treatment. “You can—” She
paused in order to lick his ring finger clean too. “Do
that?”

Troy swallowed hard and again nodded. He
knew that eventually he’d have to get over the embarrassment of
talking during sex but for now he was going to stick with what was
comfortable.

She slid up and away from him. Still on her
back, she spread her legs and beckoned him over. “Then come over
here and stick that giant cock inside me.”

Troy didn’t need to be told twice. He
practically jumped atop her, so anxious was he to fuck her pussy
again. Grabbing his cock in his hand he slid it inside her and
started to move quickly against her.

“
Ah, ah, ah,” she said,
her hand on his chest to halt his progress. “Slowly, just like with
your fingers. Take your time. There’s no need to rush. It’s not a
race.”

He started to apologize again but she cut
him off by covering his mouth with her hand.

“
I told you before, no
apologies. You don’t have anything to be sorry about. This is a
learning process. Nobody gets it right the first time.
Okay?”

Troy nodded.

“
I want to hear you say
it,” she said. “I want to be sure you understand.”

“
Okay,” he said quickly,
wanting to get it over with. His cock felt like it was going to
burst through his skin. “I understand.”

“
Slowly,” she said,
drawing the word out.

Troy dropped his gaze for a moment. With his
cock still inside her, he took a deep breath to gather himself,
then looked back up at her gorgeous face. “Okay,” he said, far more
calmly this time. “I understand.”