Chapter 15

Man, I was exhausted. I hadn’t realized how much that had taken out of me, and we still had the rest of the day to go. Emma had moved to the side of the bed and was stroking Amy’s hair, whispering to her, talking her down.

I pushed myself off the bed and went into the bathroom. I suddenly had to pee and I was thirsty, too. I took care of both things and also splashed some cold water on my face.

Back in the bedroom, Emma was still in place, talking to Amy, who seemed to be moving a little now. I thought about what had happened. Most women don’t get off so intensely, but everyone responds differently. Some are so self-contained that the only way you know if they’ve cum is if they tell you. They don’t show it. Other women are screamers. Everything is like a major pleasure shock and they greet it with a shout. Most women are in the middle somewhere. Amy seemed to be more in the second group, which had surprised me. You can’t predict how someone will respond just by looking at them.

I lay on the bed, thankful for a little rest. Amy’s eyes seemed to be open now, but a little out of focus. Emma was still whispering to her. Amy finally pushed herself up to a sitting position, crossing her legs under her. She looked at Emma, then at me, and said, “Well, God damn.”

Emma laughed, and I had to smile, too. This was a very new Amy. Cursing was a life-long no-no for her growing up, punishable by four thousand years in purgatory or something, so this was a big step. So was the orgasm, for that matter.

“So,” I asked, “tell me. Was this different in some way from the earlier one? What were you thinking while this was happening to you? I’ve never had someone’s perspective where it was their first one.”

“I don’t know, really. It was like I was being assaulted with so many feelings, and the really good stuff was all mixed up with all the things I’d always been told I should never do. But eventually my body took over and I couldn’t think anymore because too much was happening. I was like being caught up in a hurricane. But good, though. No, great. If I could sing, I’d be singing.”

“Make a note, Emma. I’ll want that printed on the business cards, for a recommendation, like.”

She scoffed. “Don’t encourage him, Amy,” she said, “he’s going to get a big head and become impossible to live with.”

Amy looked thoughtful. “I was surprised at the things that I turned out to like. When my friends whispered about them, I thought I’d hate it all. It wasn’t really like that.”

Emma said, “It wasn’t for me, either. I thought the same, but I promised myself I’d keep an open mind, decide for myself, not just do what my mother said. I won’t tell you what, but there were things that I found were really ... arousing that I thought I wouldn’t. You should make up your own mind, too.”

Amy looked at me. “I was surprised, uncomfortably so, that I liked your tongue on my ... between my legs. It got me a little crazy. And your fingers inside me, too.”

“I’m glad,” I said. “Guys never really know what a woman will like or hate, so every time we try something new, we half expect to get a lamp thrown at us or something.”

She looked a little flustered. “I might have thrown a lamp, when you put your finger in my ... my rear end, but then I was in the middle of that hurricane and I couldn’t.”

“Did you really not like it?”

“Umm, I’m not sure. It just felt so weird, so surprising, that I was going to ask you to stop, but something happened and I think it triggered the orgasm. It didn’t really hurt, it just felt strange.”

“Me, too,” said Emma. “The first time, anyway. Then when I examined what I was feeling I realized that it notched things up a level. I like it now.”

“This stuff is so weird, this sex stuff. I’ll never really understand it.”

“Ames, it takes a long time for us to figure out our own bodies, what makes us feel good, what’s icky, what pushes us over the edge to orgasm. I think we have to take our time, work things through, try things until we can figure out what works for you, specifically, and what doesn’t. Don’t worry about this too much, just enjoy the ride.”

“Easy for you to say,” Amy said ruefully.

“Amy,” I said, “making love is a two-person process. It needs communication, feedback. I know Donny’s not really a people-person, but he’s not stupid. You can try telling him this is important to you, that he needs to listen to what he needs to change to make this better. And you can ask him what he might like that you could do differently, too. If he can do that, there might be hope for working out the other things in your relationship.”

“Yeah, maybe,” she replied, unconvinced.

“So what’s next?” asked Emma. “What’s on the agenda?”

“A convalescent home, perhaps. I’m pretty much worn down to a nub.”

“Oh, come on, you’ve got great recuperative powers. I know.”

“It doesn’t feel that way right now. It must be getting on to lunch time soon. Let’s try some things till then, then we’ll take a break and eat and rest.”

She nodded, then moved back to her chair. I looked at Amy. “I never asked you. Did you have anything that you wanted to try? It’s been me leading this journey up to now, but please, tell me if there’s something you’ve been wondering about.”

She shook her head. “It’s all new to me. Literally. The only thing I knew about before I got here was penis-in-vagina, and that was pretty disappointing. I have no idea what I’ll like or won’t like. I can’t even suggest something because I’ve never even heard of these things before.”

“Okay, then, we’ll wing it. But just to point out the obvious, there’s more than one way to do penis-in-vagina, and you might like some more than others. And just to politely point out a fact that may have escaped notice, I haven’t gotten to cum once. Maybe we could take care of that before lunch.”

“Oh,” said Amy. “Sorry.”

“Amy, you have nothing to apologize for. It’s been great fun to explore your body and find ways to turn you on. I’m just saying it’s about time to take care of that.

“Okay, let’s try this. Maybe we’ll experiment with a few of the other positions besides missionary. You can see what they feel like, whether you prefer one over another. Sometime during that experiment I’m going to cum so hard you may feel it in the pit of your stomach.”

Emma snorted and muttered, “Big talk,” but Amy smiled.

“But first,” I said, “I may need a little assistance in getting my dick back in working order. It’s been bored and has fallen half-asleep. Could you wake it up?” I said it as a challenge, to see what she’d do. I lay on my back beside her. She looked at it, as if trying to remember the specific page in the instruction manual. She was still sitting cross-legged, then leaned in and took it in one hand and stroked it. It was a bit limp so it flopped about a bit. When that didn’t seem to have an immediate effect, she bent over at the waist and licked the tip.

Okay, better. I felt that, and it felt good. Let’s see if she figures this out. Eventually, she let the cock rest in her open hand and licked the shaft starting from the tip and working her way down. Much better, I felt that. I reached under her and cupped a boob, squeezing it and twisting a nipple. I heard a faint sound from her.

This time, when she reached the top, she wrapped her lips around the tip and nibbled, while swirling her tongue around it. I couldn’t help myself. “Oh, yeah.”

That’s the feedback I was talking about earlier. I guess it worked, because she kept at it and, as it got stiffer, pushed her way further down the shaft.

Wow! There’s one she hadn’t tried since Emma demonstrated it. She sucked in her cheeks and tongued her way to the top. Hell, yes. “Do that again,” I asked her. “That felt terrific.”

Amy was a quick learner. This time she sucked in her cheeks, used her tongue, and nibbled her way to the top. “Oh, fuck, yeah!”

My dick was about as stiff as it was going to get, but I’ll be damned if I was going to ask her to stop. This felt too good. I wonder how much of her initial fear she managed to put aside?

“Damn, Amy, that feels incredible. Can you go deeper? Try. Breathe through your nose if you have to.”

She didn’t say yes or no, but this time she did push a little further down. It wasn’t as far as Emma could do it, but she had a lot of fear and conditioning to work through. She had gone further and it felt great, and I told her that.

I let her do two minutes more, then said, “Amy, that feels wonderful, but I’ve got to fuck you right now. Wait, I need to find ... ah, there they are.”

I pulled a condom off the night table, and rolled it on. She stared, I guess because she’d never seen one before, especially not on an erect cock. She extended a hand and tentatively touched it with one finger, rubbing it over the surface to see what it felt like.

“Lie on your back for a minute while I do something.”

She found a comfortable position, her legs together. I nudged the thighs apart with my hands, then took the bottle of lube and dribbled a bit on her pussy, then rubbed it in gently. She made an “Ooo” sound. When it was worked around her pussy, I squirted some on the tips of two fingers and pushed them inside, working it in for an inch or so. Her sound had changed to “Oh. Oh.”

“That’ll make it easier for me to enter you,” I told her as I capped the bottle. I lay beside her on my side. “Roll over, Amy, on your side, facing me.

“Good, like that. Now put your upper leg over mine, behind me. Good, pull in close to me and hold it there.”

I reached down and fumbled with my dick until it was at the entrance to her pussy, then pushed in. The lube made it so slick, that there was almost no resistance.

“Oh!” exclaimed Amy. “You’re inside me!”

“Yes. And it feels wonderful, by the way. The lube makes it easy to push in. This position requires almost no effort, but it also doesn’t go in very far. Sometimes this is a great position if you’re both tired. And I can reach underneath and find some interesting places to poke at.”

I got my thumb on her perineum and ran it over the skin lightly. It still had some lube on it so it would feel like silk rubbing against it to her. I also extended a middle finger, still slick with lube, and pushed it against her anus. It slid right in to the first joint.

“Oh! What are you doing?”

“Fucking your ass with my finger, just to show you what can be done in this position.” Before she could say no, I slipped it out.

“The other thing that’s nice about this position,” I added, “is that you can kiss your partner, or talk while you fuck.”