Chapter Twenty
After a quick trip to the butcher’s and setup in the kitchen, Amie joined the group in the living room. Their guest speaker, Jeffry, had everyone’s complete attention. He laid furry handcuffs on the table beside him and picked up a scarf.
“But you don’t have to buy something new, though Marianne would love that you do.” He smiled and Marianne whole-heartedly agreed. “You can use items at home. I have a scarf here, but a tie would work. Also, if you’re in the heat of the moment and don’t want to step away, here’s another idea.
“Have your man lying down, then push his shirt over his head, but keep it on his upper arms. That way his arms are trapped.” Several of the ladies ooh and aahed. “If you lean his head forward and push the shirt lower on his arms behind his head, then he can’t even bring his arms down.” Many of the women liked that idea.
Jeffry looked up at Amie and Cheryl and Amie gave him a nod.
“The hostess asked me to give our upcoming lesson because for many you, your mate was your first and only sexual partner. Because of that, many of you may not know certain things gained with experience. It’s very important in every relationship to have a healthy and happy sex life.”
Amie hurried into the kitchen and helped Cheryl with the hot serving dishes and paper plates. In the living room, they passed the containers, plates, and napkins to everyone.
“Everyone take a sausage for class, but don’t eat it yet.” Some of the ladies understood right away and laughed loudly. “And for those of you with human males for mates, there are regular-sized hot dogs.” The rest of the room joined in the joke and laughter.
Jeffry started. “Unlike Sherri’s blow jobs, which turn out very beautiful—”
“Thank you very much,” Sherri interjected. “Today walk-ins need to come here until we’re done.” Amie laughed at the silliness. “Sorry, Jeffry. Please continue.”
“Thank you, my sweet lady. Okay, unlike the name blow job, this requires you to suck. This is also called giving head, fellatio, BJ, going down on, oral sex, sixty-nine, blow me, suck chrome off a tail pipe, deep throat, get head, Lewinski, play the skin flute, suck dick, suck a nail from a board. You and your mate may even have a special name like ‘ice cream sundae.’
“Now, women, I know you cannot fathom how men can like this, but trust me, they do.” He put his sausage in his hand. “Now, everyone take your sausage, and for the unlucky ones, their hot dog, and wrap your hand around it, making sure your pinky rests against his skin. This is called the base. Make sure your thumb is on the underside.”
A lady raised her hand. “How tightly do we squeeze?”
“Your mate will need to tell what feels good, but it will probably be tighter than you’d think. Now, on a real penis, the top is called the head and it has a delicate ring around it. Running your tongue around it or flicking it with your tongue will drive him crazy.” Jeffry shivered. “So good.” The women laughed at his actions.
“It’s important to know, ladies, that you don’t have to put the penis in your mouth to make it good. But if you can, then you have more leveraging power to get what you want later.” He winked.
“Next thing is to lick like you have an ice cream cone, all the way up the sides. You can also run your lips up and down.” Amie looked around, watching everyone lick their sausages. Some things should never be done in public. Licking hot dogs sexily would be one of those. Cheryl nudged her arm.
“Where is Frank?”
“His boss called, so he said he’d be here later.”
“Is everything all right?”
“I’m sure it’s fine. He just needs to check in for updates on stuff.”
Cheryl nodded. “I’d always wondered where he went after school. I figured he’d go into the ALFA program since his father did, but I didn’t think he’d go that soon. From what I see, you two are an official couple. I’m glad he found you so early. You’ll have pretty babies.”
Amie felt her face heat. Yes, her little Francis was very adorable. She turned her gaze to the group to see them all with sausages in their mouths, Jeffry still giving instructions.
“Make sure to hollow your cheeks. Suck those things in as much as you can. Ladies, you have no idea what a difference there is between cheeks and no cheeks. All right, everybody together. Suck it into your mouth as far as you can go.”
From the front door, two knocks sounded and the door opened, revealing Frank taking a step inside. All the women turned to him. He let his eyes skim the ladies with sausages half in their mouths. Without saying a word, he stepped backward and closed the door quietly.
Amie hadn’t laughed so hard in years. She worried about peeing her pants. Her poor Frank. She hadn’t warned him what the sausages were to be used for except for the group to eat for lunch along with other finger foods. She wondered if Frank would believe her if she told him they were just eating that second he walked in. Probably not.
Her phone buzzed. The text read I’ll see you at home. F
“Okay,” Jeffry said. “That’s how to give a blow job.” He glanced at his watch. “We still have a few minutes, so I’ll show you the most popular toy for women: the Rabbit.” He looked up and paused. “Sorry, Alice.”
“No problem,” came Alice’s high-pitched voice. “I already got my rabbit and he’s way better than a toy.” Her cheeks reddened while the ladies laughed.
Cheryl leaned closer to Amie. “You know, I think Jean has the hots for Butch.”
“The meat man?” Amie asked.
“I heard that, Cheryl, and I don’t have hots for the man. He just happens to smell good.”
“Yeah,” Cheryl said. “Like meat.” She tilted back to Amie. “You all should go on a double date.”
“Amie,” Mom called from the group, “don’t listen to that woman. Obviously, she’s insane.” They laughed.
“Jean, you’re just being stubborn,” Mrs. Holcomb hollered across the room. “We’ve all seen how he looks at you. Like you smell like meat.”
Amie wondered . . . “I’m guessing this obsession with meat is because of being a shifter.”
Mom looked up. “I’m so glad you’re aware of what’s going on.”
Scarlet said, “Yeah, little Tommy shifted a paw when he fell off the slide. Cat was out of the bag, literally.”
“Did he tell you all the things we can do?” Mom turned to Amie. “Did Frank tell you we can smell emotions? He knows when someone is lying. That’s why shifters make such good spies and police people. We have super-hearing, too.”
“Don’t forget being possessive and protective,” one of the ladies call out.
Alice added, “And you have to tell them to breathe deeply while you stand right in front of them to notice you’re pregnant. I know that one.”
Cheryl looked concerned. “Does this mean Frank hasn’t mated or bitten you?”
“If he bit me,” Amie started, “I’d kick his ass out of bed. Some BDSM is okay, but I draw the line with pain.” Judging by the laughter in the room, she had no doubt she’d said something dumb. “What did I say?”
“Honey”—Cheryl laid a hand on her shoulder—“getting a bite during sex is like tying the knot. You’re hitched for life.”
“So, Jean,” a lady said, “should we buy gifts for a mating party at your home soon?”
No way in hell was Amie letting anyone watch her and Frank have sex. She’d stay single forever, or maybe a really long engagement. “No wedding gifts, please. Just buy me a sausage for my birthday later this month.”
Jeffry spoke up, “I have one last thing to add, then I have to leave, ladies.” When he had everyone’s attention, he continued. “Remember that sex is a healthy part of being alive. But don’t forget that romance is also important. If your mate is a knob-head, then take charge. Have a picnic in the park or just lay under the stars while the kids play. Playground equipment is a great free babysitter. I hope to see everyone around town. It’s nice to meet everyone.”
Amie watched as the females in the room embraced Jeffry in more ways than just a hug. Hopefully he would be able to heal from losing his mate with a great support group around him. Her phone vibrated in her pocket. The text from Frank read Let me know when it’s safe to come out. She laughed and texted back: Mom and I will be home soon.
“Amie,” Mom said, “can we stop by the butcher’s for a moment? I need to get meatballs for dinner.”
“Sure, Mom”—Amie winked—“meatballs. Is that shifter code for something I don’t want to know?”