Hey Sue,

Remember how I was telling you I was going to take guitar lessons? Well, Saturday was the first lesson, me and three other girls down in the rec center basement, and when it comes to playing guitar I might as well be typing on a tuna fish. But the teacher was really cute. After class I told him I was sorry how bad my fingering sucked, and in a most endearing way he said, “Don’ wolly—I seen finger suck worser. Much more worser.” I had to laugh, and he said he knew his English was not very good, and I asked if maybe we could trade some one-on-one guitar lesson for some English tutoring.

So last night he came over to my place. I could tell he was nervous. He asked if we were going to start with the English or the guitar. I said, “How about we start with the kissing?” Guess what? We never got around to either English or guitar. You wouldn’t believe what a good lover Manrique is. He’s slight but powerful, and boy does he have good fingering. I came three or four times before he even got his cock in me, and I came a few more times before he had his first. Then I sucked him and we did it again. I think the musical term for this is reprise. Then he went to pee, and when he came back I kind of lay back in the bed and fingered myself from behind so he could see my middle finger teasing my asshole. “What do you think of this fingering?” I asked him, and I pushed my middle finger a teensy way into the hole. His cock was hanging down, soft but big, and I could see it lurch upward just a bit. I couldn’t resist lifting my foot to his cock to help it along. But somehow my foot went between his legs, further back, behind his balls, and I could feel the tight cord guys have back there, and I caressed it while continuing to play with myself. And then he shifted just a bit and I could feel his asshole with my toe, and I kind of rubbed and pushed. I didn’t actually get it in, but in my mind my toe was fucking his asshole. The idea of it and the feel of it got me so hot I came, a big clenching wham, wham, wham of coming.