Chapter 5

Miles didn’t know what to make of the atmosphere at the table. Maya kept blushing every time she looked at him. Considering what happened between them the other day, he wasn’t exactly surprised. But Kristen’s behavior was uncomfortably similar to Maya’s, and he had no idea what could have been said to make her so bashful around him. On the other side of the table, Liz and his mother were in the midst of an animated conversation, talking about his mother’s work and Liz’s school life like they were fast friends and hadn’t met for the first time barely twenty minutes ago.

The other strange thing was the way Maya’s and Kristen’s faces looked. Both of themappeared to have been crying, and while he wanted badly to ask what they had talked about up in Maya’s room to put them in such a state, he knew it had to be something serious, and he should just leave it alone.

“But seriously, Livie, you are a beautiful woman. I’m surprised that Miles doesn’t have a stepdad.”

Miles perked up and cast a suspicious stare in Liz’s direction. “Liz, are you hitting on my Mom?”

His comment seemed to snap Kristen and Maya out of their thoughts as they both turned to look at their friend.

“What?” Liz held her hands out as if presenting Livie to them. “This is not some frumpy thirtysomething. She’s a pretty woman, and she obviously takes care of herself.”

Livie took one of Liz’s hands in hers and said, “Thank you for the compliment. It’s nice to know that I can still turn heads in the younger crowds. However, I don’t swing that way.”

Liz drew Miles’s mother in by the hand and whispered something in her ear that immediately made Livie’s eyes widen, and her cheeks turn pink. The younger woman leaned back and grinned at Miles. “Don’t worry, I wasn’t hitting on her, just testing the waters to see if I should.”

“You’re in my son’s class. I’m quite literally old enough to be your mother,” said Livie.

“I’m very aware of that,” said Liz. Miles wouldn’t call the look she was giving his mother hungry, but it was definitely intense, and she still hadn’t let go of his mother’s hand.

“Maya, Kristen, you two have been so quiet this entire meal. Is everything alright?” Livie asked in an attempt to stop being the center of attention.

Kristen and Maya looked at each other, and after a moment, both of their faces turned bright red as they recalled what had happened before supper.

Liz shoved the silicone phallus at her and said, “Wash it, and when you get back, blowjob practice until supper.” She turned to Kristen, who was doing her best impression of a deer in headlights. “You too, unless you feel like you have enough experience already.”

A few seconds later, Kristen and Maya were across the hall in the bathroom, washing any remaining manufacturing residue or oils from their toys.

“I can’t believe we are doing this,” muttered Maya as she finished rinsing the smallest dildo and moved to the medium size. “And I’m surprised you’re in here with me,” she said to Kristen.

Kristen stuck her vibrator under the running faucet and began lathering it up with some ‘adult toy cleaner’ they had also purchased at Liz’s suggestion. The vibe was slightly larger than Maya’s mid-size dildo, but not as large as the one that was supposed to be similar to Miles. She scrubbed it clean as she answered, “When I was in therapy, I took a lot of time getting to know my body and learning how to pleasure myself. But Liz’s description of how she makes a whole day of just masturbating made me realize that I still had a lot to learn. When she said blowjob practice, I realized that I usually just put my mouth on it and let them do the work. I’m hoping Liz will teach me something that I can use on a future husband.”

“Am I a slut for thinking the same thing about the guy in the kitchen cooking our supper, but who isn’t necessarily going to be my future husband?”

“If it works, it works. If it doesn’t, it doesn’t. Don’t lock yourself in a relationship, like I did. You forget what being happy is because you are in a constant state of trying to make the other person happy, and you don’t allow time for yourself. Either way, I don’t think you’re a slut, and neither would Liz. Yes, he was your knight in shining armor when your life went to hell, so in a way, you feel like you owe him. But he didn’t demand you open your legs in return, so whatever you decide to do with him is because you want to.” She looked at the largest dildo as Maya picked it up and washed it. “Your first time. Oh, you poor girl.”

Maya paused and took a moment to consider the size of the phallus in her hand. “Yeah, it hurt a lot. But I think of it as my sacrifice for what I’ve gained here. Without the pain of that night, I might have ended up in Damon’s bed, paying for the privilege of living with him, or I could have run across someone besides Miles who might have kidnapped me or slit my throat.”

“If you hadn’t lost your virginity to Miles, would your dad have kicked you out?”

“Yes. I was going to tell him that I wasn’t a virgin, whether I lost it or not. That’s how pissed I was at him that night.” Maya finished washing the large phallus and dried it with a towel before looking at the bathroom door with trepidation. “I’m honestly scared of what Liz’s ‘lessons’ might be.”

“Alright, now that your new toys are all cleaned up. Maya, have a seat. Kristen, you get on your knees behind her and look over her shoulder,” said Liz, pointing at Maya’s bed. She took the girl’s toys and laid them out on the towels they wrapped them in for the short jaunt across the hall.

“First things first,” said Liz as she produced a white flexible rod, seemingly from nowhere, and slapped it down in her other palm. It took a moment for Maya to recognize it as the rod that adjusted her window blinds. “We are well aware of the saying that guys think with their dicks. That’s absolutely true, but more so than what you probably believe. As women, we want to know that we are wanted and valued. We like being told we are beautiful and loved. We like it when people do nice things for us, such as give us gifts, give us backrubs, or take long walks at sunset. Guys want all those things, too. But the majority of those things are focused on,” Liz pointed at her groin, “their dicks.

“Now, that doesn’t mean that they are just big cocks. They have thoughts and feelings just like us, but again, it’s focused on their dicks. Ask a woman what she wants after a rough day at work. She’ll say a bath, a nice meal they don’t have to prepare or clean up after, to veg out in front of the TV, maybe a massage. Ask a guy the same thing, and a few of them will list off the things a woman likes, but a large majority will answer with ... a blowjob or some pussy.

“A great example is the weekend I spent at a guy’s house a few months ago. He had some big deal going on at work that he was super stressed about because if he pulled it off, it would put him at the top of the list for a promotion. That Saturday, he was super late coming home. I’d pretty much been there all day by myself and was wearing some skimpy lingerie with no panties. I’d also been edging myself because I wanted my first time getting off that day to be with him inside me.

“He came home, and I called him into the kitchen where I was making some snacks for us. When he walked in, I flashed him my ass to show him I wasn’t wearing any panties. He whipped his cock out as he crossed the room and shoved it inside me.” Liz shivered, and a little smile played across her lips as she relived the memory. “But then,” her tone softened, “he stopped. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me so hard I could barely breathe, but we just stood there. After a while, he spun me around, sat my ass on that freezing marble countertop, stuck it back inside me, and proceeded to tell me about his day while only moving enough to stay hard.

“Later, he told me it was the best welcome home he’d ever gotten from any woman. He likened it to a woman’s version of a long, comfortable, soft, fuzzy hug from a giant stuffed animal.

“Now, as I said, not all men are like that. Most of the ones I know would turn into jackrabbits in that same situation. But I’m telling you this to illustrate the importance of a guy’s dick to the guy itself. It’s not just a part of their body. It’s a part of their personality. Tell me I’m a slut with a wallowed-out pussy, and I don’t give a shit. I’m comfortable with who I am and what I do with my body, so fuck them. Give a guy the slightest hint that you don’t like his cock, and it will fucking destroy him even if he knows you think he’s the greatest guy in the world otherwise.

“And that brings us back to...” she tapped the rod in her hand a few more times, “blowjob practice.”

“After all that, I feel more like I’m preparing for war,” said Kristen.

“Okay, maybe the rod was a little too much,” said Liz, whipping it around for a moment so it made cool noises, then giggling as she re-attached it to Maya’s blinds.

Maya and Kristen jumped as their friend spun around on her heel with a mischievious grin on her face. “Maya, what’s the best way to teach somebody a new skill?”

“Watch. Do. Teach,” she replied after a moment. “Watch someone, do it yourself, then teach someone else to do it.”

“Now, while I would very much enjoy calling your boyfriend in here and using him to show you the ropes. I think his first blowjob should be from you, Maya. Sadly, there are too many actors in porn more interested in putting on a good show than actually connecting with their partner and showing their man how much they love and care for him with a stellar BJ. So...” Liz picked up the largest of the dildos and put it in Maya’s hand, then directed her to bring it down to her groin. After coaxing her to spread her legs, Liz pushed it against the fabric covering Maya’s crotch while purring, “I’m going to give you one.”

“You can’t be serious,” Maya breathed.

“Of course I’m serious,” said Liz as she stepped back from the two on the bed. “But while I’ll go through the motions, I’m also going to be explaining why. Before I get started, remember that most blowjobs won’t be like this. Most of the time, it’s just a little bit of foreplay before the main event, or maybe he’s gotten riled up and asks you for a quickie to bring him back down to earth. Also, if he asks for a BJ, never tell him no.”

Kristen gave her a confused look. “What? I shouldn’t have to put out whenever a guy wants.”

“And you don’t. Just don’t use the word ‘no.’ That word is like slamming the door in their face when they’re standing there with a hard-on. As tough as guys act, their egos have a hard time with that. Tell them not now. After you’ve had a shower. Tonight, before bed. I’m not in the mood right now. Would you mind waiting? Say anything but a flat ‘no.’

“On the other hand, if you want them to break up with you, act disgusted by the idea. Guys won’t stick around long if you do that. If they do, they might be little masochists who get off on that or subbie boys who need a good dom, but that’s a whole other can of worms.”

“I wish I didn’t know what you were talking about, but I don’t think I need to worry about that with Miles,” said Maya.

“I think you’re right, and I’m glad for that. I can deal with a lot of different guys, but doormats are some of the worst, right up there with the entitled macho jerks.” Liz struck a pose with her arms crossed in front of her, pushing her chest up and tilting her head to the side while giving Maya a smouldering look. “I’m going to start now,” she said, “You hold that thing in place and watch carefully what I do. Think of what your man is seeing and try to put yourself in my place.”

Liz began swaying to some music in her head as she slowly stripped off her shirt, revealing a red, lacy bra beneath. She then went to work on her pants and lost a bit of her sultry steam as she wiggled comically out of the tight garment. After kicking her pants to the side, leaving her only in her bra and matching panties, she reached behind her back for the bra’s clasp.

“Not that we haven’t seen you naked a hundred times in the showers, but are you stripping all the way?” asked Kristen.

“No, the panties stay on,” she said while slowly stripping the bra off and tossing it aside, casting looks full of desire at Maya. “When guys see a bare pussy, they immediately want to stick their dick in it, and keeping your panties on lets most guys know that you aren’t ready or in the mood for that just yet. However,” her hand slid down over her mound and cupped her sex with a shudder, “as you heard from Beau’s comment earlier, guys like watching us masturbate, and I have yet to run across one that didn’t like me playing with myself while I sucked him off.”

“I have,” said Kristen, “he thought that his cock should be the only thing to give me pleasure.”

“And if you run across another man like that, kick them to the curb immediately. Someone who is that insecure and controlling isn’t worth your time and love. Run. Run far away from them, and don’t look back,” said Liz. She took a moment to get back into her groove before dropping to her knees in front of Maya.

“My only regret is that this hasn’t been inside you yet,” said Liz as she kissed the tip of the dildo.

The cute squeak that escaped Maya was mostly from surprise at what Liz just said, but also because the kiss wasn’t gentle and pushed the base of the dildo into her crotch. She could hardly believe that she was still sitting there holding the phallus between her legs, but it felt too late to ask if Liz could show them what to do from a different position.

“Like everything else I’ve said, what I’m about to tell you is not necessarily true for all guys,” said Liz. “But the head is the most sensitive part,” she said, swirling her tongue around it before taking just the head between her lips and slowly letting it slide out.

Liz grasped the dildo just above Maya’s hands and tilted it upwards. Maya half-grunted, half-moaned as the base pressed against her clit. She tried hard to ignore the pleasure running through her and listen as Liz ran her tongue up the underside and said, “The seam on the bottom is also sensitive, at least more than the top of the shaft, I’ve been told. But that isn’t true for up here,” she explained licking the very top of the underside where it turned into the slit at the tip. The hand holding the phallus had begun a slow stroking motion as she continued. “This is the crown or the flange,” she said, sliding her tongue around the base of the head, “This is where guys are the most sensitive. If you want a guy to get off fast, focus on this part and the underside,” Liz explained before rolling her lips back and forth over the area while stroking more vigorously with her hand.

Maya was breathing heavily by this point and was having a difficult time holding in her moans each time the base of the dildo pushed against her pussy. It didn’t help that she had started to smell just how aroused she was and had noticed two other distinctive scents filling her bedroom as well. Liz was expected since she had been rubbing her sex during her lesson. Kristen’s arousal was a little more of a surprise, but only for a moment, until Maya thought about what was happening between her legs. It would be nearly impossible not to get turned on watching this.