Practice Makes Perfect
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Chapter 18: New Rules – Epilogue & Teaser
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 18: New Rules – Epilogue & Teaser - My best friend Ethan finally admits he cums way too fast. Half-drunk on wine, I jokingly offer “practice blowjobs” to build his stamina. One clinical session a week turns into filthy, escalating lessons—edging, fleshlight warm-ups, footjobs, creampies, light bondage, public risks, and breeding dirty talk.
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Sunlight slipped through the half-open blinds like warm honey, painting slow gold stripes across the rumpled sheets and the bare curve of Ethan’s back. I woke first, curled on my side with his tall frame spooned tight behind me, his morning wood nestled hot and heavy between my cheeks. Ten years of best-friend mornings, and this one felt brand-new—his arm draped heavy over my waist, palm splayed possessively across my lower belly, breath warm against the nape of my neck. No more pretending it was just practice. We were together now, officially, and the word still tasted sweet on my tongue.
I rocked back against him, slow and deliberate, letting the thick length of him slide through the slick seam of my pussy. He was already leaking, the head catching on my entrance with every lazy roll of my hips. A low, sleepy groan rumbled out of him. “Morning, baby,” he murmured, voice gravel-rough from sleep, lips brushing the shell of my ear. His hand slid lower, fingertips tracing the sensitive skin just above my clit, and I shivered.
“Morning, coach,” I whispered back, the old nickname now laced with something filthy and fond. I reached between us, wrapped my fingers around his cock, and guided the blunt head to my soaked folds. One slow push and he sank inside me—deep, bare, perfect. The stretch bloomed low and heavy, a delicious ache that made my toes curl against his shins. I stayed still for a long beat, just feeling him throb inside me, then started to move—gentle rocks of my hips that let every thick inch drag along my front wall while his palm pressed flat to my belly, holding me close.
“Fuck, Riley ... you feel like home,” he breathed, the words vibrating against my skin. His free hand cupped my breast, thumb circling the nipple until it tightened into a hard peak. We stayed like that, lazy and unhurried, the only sounds the soft wet glide of him moving inside me and our shared breathing. No rush. No rules except the ones we made up as we went. I clenched around him on every backstroke, milking him slow, drawing out the pleasure until sweat misted between us and the sheets tangled around our legs.
He came first this time, burying his face in my hair with a broken groan as thick, warm pulses flooded me. I followed seconds later, the orgasm rolling through me like warm waves, my walls fluttering and squeezing every last drop from him while I whispered his name like a secret. We stayed locked together long after, his cock softening inside me, his cum slowly leaking out to coat my thighs. His arm tightened around my waist, lips pressing lazy kisses along my shoulder. “I love waking up like this,” he said softly. “Love you.”
I smiled into the pillow, heart doing that full, dizzy flip it still did every time he said it. “Love you more, nerd.”
Eventually we dragged ourselves to the shower, steam filling the small bathroom until the mirror fogged and the world narrowed to hot water and soapy hands. I braced my palms on the cool tile, back arched, water streaming down my spine while he knelt behind me. We’d been working up to this for weeks—gentle fingers, plenty of lube, lots of whispered praise—but today felt different. Today we were going all the way.