Chapter 17
Nicholas
I got carried away with Blakely that morning in the kitchen.
In my eagerness to pleasure her body, I nearly took her virginity right there on the kitchen table. But that’s not how it’s supposed to happen. When a woman offers a man her virginity, it’s his responsibility to make sure that the occasion is special, something she’ll remember with fond memories.
At least that’s what the internet forums I’m reading say.
So, now that I’ve had a few days to come to terms with the idea that this beautiful woman is willing to let me deflower her body, it’s time to approach the situation with a level head. It’s time to make a plan just like I would if I were building an app or launching a startup. There are things she wants to learn and it’s my mission to teach them to her.
Even if I’m yet to learn them first myself.
Yes, I’ve had sex with different women but I never really cared enough about what the experience was like for them. I never made notes about what it took to get them off or what they really enjoyed. As long as I got to shoot my load, that was always enough for me. And the women never complained so I guess they were satisfied. Who knows?
I want things to be different with Blakely. I want to give her the thrill of a lifetime. So, I’ve immersed myself in extensive research. I was up into the wee hours of the morning studying the female body and what it takes to get it to a satisfying climax. Yes, yes – a lot of that involved watching hours of porn, but I also perused women’s internet forums and read scholarly articles. I complied pages and pages of notes and ideas. If there’s one thing that aspies are good at, it’s research, collecting data. We’re known to become a bit obsessed when we find a subject that interests us. And the subject of becoming Blakely Hamilton’s Sex Hero interests me very, very much.
When she gets home from work, I’m sitting at the kitchen table, armed with pen and paper.
“Hey…” she says as she comes in and sets her keys on the table.
“Hey…”
Shyness covers her eyes as usual, but this time, there’s something more when she looks at me. A glint of desire and curiosity and eagerness. It makes me my chest tighten.
I make a conscious effort to keep my expression neutral even though my lust for her is boiling in my veins. “Do you have a minute to talk?”
She shrugs her jacket off of her shoulders and sits in the chair opposite me. “Yeh. Sure.”
“Before we…y’know...” I tilt my head suggestively.
“Have sex?” she giggles.
I feel a little silly for dancing around the word. “Yes, have sex.” Let me try this again. “Before we have sex, there are a few things I think we need to discuss.”
Her brows knit with scepticism. “Things like what?” she asks. She glances at the notepad in front of me and giggles. I love the sound. I don’t hear it often enough. Up until this point, she’s been so shy with me, so reserved. I love seeing her open up. “Wait – are you about to interview me?”
I give a short laugh. “I guess.” I tap my pen against the table, blatantly staring at her lips. I can’t wait to get my cock between those lips. “Nothing too formal. I just want to understand where you’re coming from, establish your expectations.”
She holds out a hand defensively. “I told you – I don’t expect you to be my boyfriend or anything,” she blurts out, “I’m not looking for a relationship.”
That’s technically the right answer – I couldn’t give her a relationship even if that’s what she wanted – still, my chest twinges a little bit hearing her say it.
“Good.” I nod in agreement. “I don’t want a relationship, either.”
She continues, “I just want to have sex. When I write my stories, I want to be speaking from experience, not just imagination. And most of all, I want to get rid of my freakin’ hymen!”
I throw my head back and laugh loud. She’s so cute. A curious, little girl who wants to experiment. "So you're giving up your virginity in the name of art?"
She blushes. “I guess…That’s part of the reason.”
I pull the notepad closer and scribble down the title at the top of the page. Mission: Corrupt Blakely’s Body.
She peers over at my notes and laughs. “Seriously?”
“This project deserves a name that’s worthy of it.”
She giggles again and it’s thoroughly satisfying, being the reason she’s laughing. I expected her to be anxious about this. But she’s taking it in stride and it’s getting me to lighten up, too.
Grinning, I turn back to the paper with a ready pen in hand. “So, you say you want me to teach you – what exactly are you trying to learn?”
She twists her puckered lips to the side, contemplating the question. “Uh, I’m trying to learn everything, I guess. I don’t know much about sex at all. I don’t know what to do, I don’t know how to start, I don’t know what it feels like. So, I’m pretty much open to all of it.” I jot messy notes down as she speaks.
“You’re gonna have to be more specific than that, Princess. I like to know exactly what I’m getting into so that I can be prepared.”
She looks so uncomfortable that I swear she’s about to pass out. I sigh.
“Fine,” I say, turning over the page and shoving the notebook her way. “Write down your wish list.”
“My wish list?”
I nod, projecting all the faux-confidence I can muster. “Give me your top three. What are the three things that you most want to learn?”
I watch her delicate throat move as she swallows nervously. Her skin is still bruised by the hickeys I put on her the other day. With a shaky hand, she begins to write in an elegant, feminine script.
#1. Oral sex – giving and receiving
#2. Doggy style
#3. Cowgirl position
My cock lies heavily in my lap as I imagine doing all those things with this sweet girl. I hope she can’t tell how tense my body is getting just reading her list. I reach to take the notepad back from her but she isn’t ready to give it up just yet.
“Can I add one more thing?” she asks shyly.
My tongue rolls over my lips. “Sure.”
I almost come out of my own skin when this innocent little girl writes:
Bonus: #4. Anal
Good god – is this what a heart attack feels like?
I had been worried that Blakely wouldn’t been able to handle what she’s asking me for, but now that I’ve seen her sex wish list I’m realizing that maybe I’m the one who might be in over my head.