Page 200 of S is for SEX

RILEY

Being in a relationship with a man who preferred to control my every action left little room for me to make decisions sexually; or otherwise for that matter. The last eight months had left me feeling sexually frustrated, and although I had looked so forward to the relief once the day came, I was somewhat apprehensive about everything.

I wouldn’t trade Blake or what we had together for anything, and I truly believed we stumbled into each other by design, but thinking I was the more promiscuous one of the couple left me feeling awkward and not much like a girl.

I wanted him to take charge, but I realized having him do so was all but impossible for so many reasons. So, I swallowed my pride, set aside my selfish thoughts, and decided to take the reins for at least a little while.

“Okay, if anything happens that freaks you out or creeps you out, just say so and we’ll stop,” I said.

He nodded his head and laughed lightly. “I’ll be fine.”

“You say that, but…”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” I said. “This isn’t a contest, and you won’t be graded. I’ll tell you what I like or if something’s weird, and you do the same, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Uhhm. Get undressed,” I said as I waved my hand in his direction.

“Everything?” he asked.

I grinned at the thought of seeing him naked. “Yeah, toss it.”

He nodded his head. It seemed almost like some weird dream, thinking we hadn’t seen each other naked and we’d been seeing each other for almost six weeks. The time had come, however, and I was more than ready. As I watched him fumbling with his belt, I pulled off my shirt, bra, and started to take off my shorts.

As I pushed my shorts past my hips, I glanced in his direction. With his jeans now around his ankles and his boxers slightly above them, his cock stood at full attention. It appeared Blake was as ready as I was for whatever we decided to do. I stood for a moment and stared at him.

As he stood there holding his shirt in his hand, covered in tattoos with his biceps bulging, his broad chest heaving from his breathing, and his washboard stomach tapering to the little “V” thing he had going on at his waist, I decided quickly it was time to move forward.

“Okay,” I said as I shoved my shorts down my legs hurriedly. “First things first.”

“Okay,” he said.

He had shared with me since our discussion at Waterfront that his sexual experiences consisted of masturbation, watching videos, and enjoying the one time I had sucked his cock. Sexually speaking, that had been it for him. He had zero experience, and in addition, he was a little apprehensive considering his past.

I pointed to my bed.

I pointed to the bed and wagged my finger. “Lay on your back.”

He tossed his shirt on the pile of clothes at his feet. His tattooed chest, well-defined abs, and slim waist were enough to have my mouth watering and my pussy dripping.

“Okay, so you’ve seen videos. Have you ever seen one of a guy licking pussy?” I asked.

He nodded his head. “Yeah, a bunch of times.”

“Okay, well. That’s the first step. Sex always starts with a good pussy licking. Always,” I said.

I viewed his lack of experience as a chance for me to begin our sexual relationship with the processes and procedures in place that should be a prerequisite to sex anyway.

“Okay,” he said.

I raised my index finger in the air and tried to keep from grinning. “Kissing, oral sex, and then penetration. And always in that order.”

He nodded his head and positioned himself on the bed on his back. With his cock sticking straight up in the air it was almost as if he was begging me to use him. As much as I wanted to just climb on top of him and reverse cowgirl him into a fucking coma, I did my best to follow my own rules.

I sat down on the edge of the bed, reached for his cock, and stroked it in my hand.

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