The Sexual Education Blues
Copyright© 2007 by Lubrican
Chapter 19: Jane and Roger
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 19: Jane and Roger - What would happen if a bunch of ordinary, every-day sexual education teachers ended up at the wrong seminar, where, instead of learning tips on how to teach sex ed, they were taught how to have a more meaningful sexual relationship? What if all of them were between relationships, or in failing ones? How would they react? They might react just like the teenagers they're supposed to be teaching.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Reluctant Heterosexual Group Sex First Oral Sex Masturbation Petting Pregnancy Slow
"It's finally tomorrow," sighed Jane, walking beside Roger as they left the hot tub. "I can't wait."
"You have to wait, at least until we get to the room," he said.
"But you'll do it?" she asked, looking sideways at him. "You promised."
"I promised to talk about it," he reminded her.
She stopped. "I want more than talk," she said.
"What about Jed?"
"There is no Jed any more."
"What about us?"
"I want you to make love to me," she said.
"You know what I mean," he said.
"We'll talk about that after we make love," she said.
"We should talk about it before we make love," he insisted.
She snapped. She tugged at the straps of her new swim suit, and bared both breasts, in broad daylight.
"You see these nipples?" she rasped. "They're stiff for you. I'm as wet as if I were still in that hot tub. If you don't promise to make love to me I'm going to strip, right here, and masturbate in front of all these people and I'm going to tell them all it's YOUR FAULT!" She ended yelling.
Roger pulled her against him, to hide the fact that her breasts were bare.
"Pull yourself together, girl," he whispered harshly.
"Pleeease, Roger," she moaned. "Make love to me. Just act like you love me."
"I don't have to act like it," he said softly. "I think you're about perfect." He kissed her hair. "Now, fix your top. Your room, or mine?" he asked.
"Yours," she said. "I want to be your woman tonight."
When his door closed, it was much the same as it was four doors down, in Roberta's room. They were too hurried, and he was too excited. She was the first woman he'd had since Elizabeth died, and he suffered premature ejaculation. Only the fact that she was so frenzied herself let her keep up with him. She clutched at him, not letting him go, until he finally coaxed her into the shower.
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