Page 59 of Sex Ed

‘Sixty-nine you…’

I don’t quite know to how to react to this, so I tap her on the back. She stops and looks over her shoulder.

‘I have questions,’ I say, putting my hand in the air.

‘I can take a question.’

‘So, in this case, the oral sex is reciprocal but what if…’

With her body swivelled around, I can see the confusion in her face.

‘You smother me,’ I ask. This is not a stupid question. ‘I can get quite claustrophobic.’

She may not be facing me, but I can see her body shuddering with laughter. ‘That would be quite a way to suffocate though. Muff asphyxiation. Breathe through your nose. Allow for a position where you both have some element of control. And whilst we’re here, if you ever have your cock in her mouth, don’t force it. Never push the back of a girl’s head because that just tells us you’re controlling and a bit of a dick.’

‘Noted. I also need to ask about the etiquette here. Where do I ejaculate in those instances?’

She turns around to face me, slightly surprised. ‘Look at you for asking. Well, just give her signals. Tell her what’s about to happen and she’ll do what’s good for her. She may withdraw and finish you off by hand, she may swallow or spit.’

‘Spit, where?’ I ask, horrified.

‘She won’t be like a llama. Just maybe in a nearby receptacle. I once had a man whose sperm tasted like bad ham. I spat that out pretty quick.’

‘Thank you for sharing.’

‘My pleasure.’ She sits back against the bed and beckons me over into a hug. I wrap my arms around her and rest my head on her chest. This has been an unexpected benefit of this arrangement. Mia has always been a hugger but after all our sessions she’s keen to snuggle and draws me in to almost reassure me. I like the warmth of her skin, the curves of her body that accommodate mine, our legs tangling up as we hug.

I breathe in the smell of her. ‘Are you using a new shower gel?’ I ask her.

‘Yes, raspberry and vanilla.’

‘You smell like ice cream.’

‘Thank you.’

‘That’s not sexy talk, is it?’

‘Not really… The problem is, Ed, sex can’t really be rehearsed in such a way. The best sex isn’t really thought through like a dance routine or a script, it just happens. You’re thinking about it too much.’

‘I just want to be respectful, too. It’s important to me that she can also feel safe with me.’

Mia squeezes me tight at this point and says nothing. This is probably because that’s not very sexy at all either. I want you to feel safe? I sound like a bank. You can leave your money with me, I’ll look after it. But Mia then straddles me again, pushing me back against the headboard, her body pressed against mine. She gyrates her hips over me.

‘This is also good,’ she says, looking me in the eye.

‘That’s quite intense. The eye contact, us all sandwiched together, the…’ I want to say dry humping without making her sound like a dog.

‘That’s intimacy.’ There is a pause as she exhales quietly, her face next to mine. She has very blue eyes, I’ve not seen them this close before.

‘Did you know…?’ I say, catching her gaze.

‘What?’ she says, breathily.

‘If you have blue eyes, it means you have no pigment in the front layer of your iris.’

The intensity of her look shifts and she smiles and then kisses me gently on the lips and all at once, my wanger/cock/Charles reacts to this. She kisses harder and my hands move to the small of her back, reaching to the elastic of her crop top and pulling it up over her head.

‘I… I…’ I’m running through quite a lot of things in my head. Do I say something primal? When do I reach for the vibrator? A condom? Shall I offer to go down on her first? I know how to do that now. But she’s caught up in the kissing and makes noises to tell me she approves so we’ll do this for a moment. Oh wait, she’s on her knees. Her nipple is in my face. And she’s touching my penis. She has it in her hand and she’s moving her hand up and down over it. I’m getting a hand job.

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