Bedroom Potential

 

It wasn’t that I went to bed with a ten and woke up with a two or whatever. No. I went to bed with a ten and I woke up with a ten. It’s just that he… How shall I put this? While he may have been a hot looking guy, he just wasn’t very good in bed. There. I said it.

Oh, it was a shame, really. He was so tall, so good looking. Everything a woman would want in a hot one night stand. He was a little on the shy side, which made him even more attractive. We’d met in the typical way. I was having drinks in a bar after work with some coworkers. It was a Friday night and we were ready to let loose. Then I saw him. He was across the room, drinking a beer. We locked eyes, then he looked away quickly. I was hooked. I wanted him to come over and say hello.

He did just that. When he approached me, he gave me this sheepish grin, almost shy, as if he was afraid I’d reject him. But there was no way in hell was I doing that. He was too cute. Those blue eyes… Those muscles… Um! Those heavenly muscles, broad shoulders. That handsome face…his hair a good dirty blonde. That smile! Perfect teeth. If I could have just gotten over his looks, I would have avoided this big mistake. And that’s what he was. He was a big mistake. No other way to put it, either.

It goes without saying that I invited him back to my place. But even though we had hit it off at the bar, things didn’t start off well. His kisses were wet and sloppy. He used a lot of tongue and not in a good way. I thought it might have been because he’d had too much to drink, so I overlooked it. But I was wrong. It wasn’t that.

Even so, I went through with it, thinking it could only get better, mainly because he had a superb penis. I don’t say that about a lot of penises but I would say that about his. Oh, it was good, right at eight long inches. He had some girth, too. Which was nice. Well, which could have been nice, if he knew how to use it, I mean.

However, even with that dick, the sex was absolutely horrible. It was just… Well, it became pointless. At first I thought he was reserved and that wild man who fucked good was just waiting in the wings to come out and give it to me good. But that didn’t happen. It was just… Awful. He was all hands and lips and then the actual sex was just him kind of grunting and moving around a little. I thought that, at the very least, I would get to ride that big dick of his and get a little something out of it, but before I could even get started, it was over. Just like that. All in all, it was just him getting done and then just falling on top of me with a groan. A groan. Not a moan of pleasure but a groan like he was glad it was over.

I was glad it was over.

I was so embarrassed. For him, I mean. Not for me. I tried. I tried my best to get it on with him, to make it work, to make it happen. I was horny. I hadn’t been laid in months, not since I’d broken up with my long distance boyfriend who had become a real pain in my ass. God, I was glad he was gone. Of course, I was still reeling a little from the heartbreak because, well, I had loved him. A lot. But I tried not to think of him often, lest I be tempted to follow him and make a complete and total fool out of myself. Instead, I just pushed his handsome face out of my mind and went on with my life. I thought this guy would be a good distraction, especially after I had come in contact with his penis. But it hadn’t worked out like that, to say the least.

This guy. This one. This good looking guy was here, in bed with me. He was so damned good looking. What a waste. It was worse than finding out the good looking guy in your office was gay. The one you had a huge crush on, the one you saw giving you a life with a white picket fence. The one who made you laugh. Yeah, this was worse. Way worse. At least you didn’t have to have sex with that one to find out the reality. At least you could skip that part.

There was no skipping anything here, but it was what it was. And it was just some bad sex. I’d had bad sex before, mostly drunken sex. Drunken sex wasn’t great, but what could you do? At worst, you just do your best then give up ten minutes in and pass out. Sometimes, if you’re lucky, you get it on in the morning. Then you get something out of it. But not this situation. There would be no morning after sex. Nope, nope and nada.

But morning had come and, for some reason, he wasn’t leaving. He was still in my bed, sleeping soundly. Damn, he looked good. Perfect! I had a moment where I wanted to forget about what had taken place the previous night and take a picture of him and send it to my friends, just to say, hey, look what I got! They’d be so proud of me for popping the proverbial post-breakup cherry. “Go, girl!” they’d holler and clink their wine glasses to mine. “Your ex was a supreme asshole! Now you’re back in the saddle! Giddy up!”

But then I thought better of it. I’d have to eventually end up telling them how bad he was and then they’d want to try him on for themselves, mainly because he was such a hunk. They’d probably think they could make him do better or something and when they inevitably couldn’t, they’d tell me how bad he was with them and then I’d have to relive it. And I didn’t want to do that, even though it could have been a good bonding experience. I wasn’t about to do that. He was getting up, getting dressed and getting the fuck out of my life.

Goodbye. To. You.

What was his name? Brent? Was that it? I think it was. Brent. Oh, yeah, cause he asked me what my name was and I’d said, “Bunny,” and he’d laughed and said, “What is that short for?” and I’d said, “Oh, nothing. It was my great-grandmother’s nickname and my mother just wanted to name me something to get it over with. I have three other sisters, all older. I guess she was over the whole name thing by then.” He’d laughed and said, “We have two ‘B’ names. Isn’t that funny?”

It was funny, kinda. Not really, though. But that’s what had made him so cute. And he’d been so pleasant, like a breath of fresh air. I hadn’t thought he would have been because guys who look like that can tend to be supreme assholes. But he’d been nice. He’d told me he thought I was “really pretty” and commented on my “perfect” nose. He’d actually said that, that I had a perfect nose. Guy usually noticed my cute boobs or rockin’ body or long brown hair, but he noticed my nose. Weird. I should have known something was up right then and there and avoided all of this in the first place. Who cares about a nose? Maybe he was just playing it safe. Or maybe he was a weirdo.

I looked over at him. God! Would he ever wake up? Get up, get up, get up! It was Saturday and I really had a lot of shit to do. I had laundry, of course, and I had grocery shopping and then I needed to clean my apartment. Later, I was meeting some friends for an early dinner and then we were going to see a movie. All of this would take my mind off of him and off of my ex, who, after I had slept with this guy, was actually beginning to look pretty good in comparison.

But he wasn’t moving. Man, he was deep sleeper. I stared at him, all covered up in my white sheets and looking… He looked good. If it hadn’t been for the previous night’s pitiful excuse for a sexual encounter, I’d jump his bones again. Instead, I cleared my throat loudly and waited. Nothing. What to do? What to do? My phone beeped, indicating I had an email. Oh! I turned up the volume and it beeped again, this time more loudly. He was slightly roused. His eyes begin to come open. Finally! I could move on with my life.

He yawned and sat up, looking really relaxed and comfortable. I almost smiled at him. Almost. He noticed me and smiled. I gave him a little smile back, just a little one, nothing too much to give him any sort of encouragement. He grinned. He was happy to see me.

“Hey,” he said and ducked his head a little.

Shy. So, so shy, even after that. Maybe he was ashamed of himself. Maybe he knew how bad he was.

“That was wild last night, wasn’t it?” he asked, not meeting my eyes.

Was he serious? Oh, my God, he was! He didn’t know how bad he’d been! He, like most other men, had no idea, no self-awareness. He had had a good time and all I had gotten was a bad memory. And he really needed to leave.

“Uh huh,” I muttered. “Listen, I have a lot to do today and…” I stopped talking and pointed over my shoulder with my thumb.

“Oh, I get it,” he said, nodding. “Sorry. Sorry.”

He jumped out of bed and came towards me, like he wanted something. Something sexual. Like a repeat of last night. Oh, no. Oh, hell no. I glanced down at his boxer shorts and his morning wood, then back at him. Oh, no, this wasn’t going to happen again. I side-stepped him and made it to the door. “I put you a new toothbrush out in case you want to freshen up before you leave. Oh, and some washcloths.”

“Thanks, honey,” he said and smiled. “That was really sweet of you.”

I didn’t smile back. Why the hell was he calling me honey? I wasn’t his honey and I wasn’t ever going to be. I didn’t say that, though. I just gave him a tight smile and left the room.

I got my list of things I needed to do in order and waited on him. And waited. He was still in the bathroom. What was taking him so long? Then I realized he was taking a shower! Ugh! I always got stuck with these damned men! Always! They either wanted to move right in or they moved across the globe, like my ex. I thought about him. I was glad he moved. We weren’t right for one another. We had tried to do the whole long distance thing, but it hadn’t worked out. I did feel a stab of pain in my heart over him still. And it had been months and months since he’d left. I just wanted to move on. Brent was supposed to help with that. Damn it.

I glanced at the clock. Okay. I did not have time for this. Even though I wouldn’t normally do anything like this, I went to the bathroom door, knocked once and said loudly, “Hey, I have a lot to get done. Just lock up when you leave, okay?” I paused and thought about leaving him alone in my apartment. Ah, well. He seemed relatively harmless and I just wanted to get away from him. “So, see ya!”

“What about breakfast?” he yelled over the shower.

“Uh, no thanks,” I said, unable to think of another way to put it. “Have a good one!”

I hurried away before he could reply. When I got home later, he was gone.

Phew! Thank God for that. But he’d left something. A lot of some things. I’d never in my life had this happen before.

I’d lived in the city for almost ten years. I’d met and dated a few men in my time and it wasn’t unusual for some of them to exhibit some sort of eccentric behavior. One guy liked to walk his dog—at midnight. Every single night. If we were getting busy, he’d stop and run home. After the second time, I told him to stay there. Another guy liked to eat custard. Lots of custard. Off my body. It was disgusting and ruined my sheets. Another guy could not use a glass in a restaurant. If they didn’t have the beer he liked, in a can or in a bottle, he wouldn’t order anything to drink. I never even had sex with that one. Just two dates and goodbye weirdo.

And then there was my ex, who I didn’t want to even think about.

Yeah, I’d had some odd ones, but I had a feeling none of them were going to measure up to Brent. I wasn’t wrong in this assumption either. When I got home after running my errands, my living room was filled with flowers. Quite literally. Like, what was I going to do with all these flowers? Donate them to a wedding? I mean, fuck!

They were pretty, though. Lots and lots of pretty flowers. Okay, this was kind of cool, if not a little weird. I mean, what girl doesn’t love flowers? But so many of them! And so soon after hooking up? And after such bad sex? I was about to call a friend and bitch about it, then I wondered how he’d gotten them to my apartment. He must have ordered them when he was still there. I thought about that. It made me a little uneasy.

Just then, my phone rang. I rummaged around my purse and pulled it out, then noticed it was Brent. Of course. Didn’t he know he wasn’t supposed to call me so soon? Even if he wanted to date, which wasn’t going to happen ever, he should have known better. That’s basic dating 101. I wasn’t about to pick up, but lo and behold, he left a voicemail. Fine. I’d see what he had to say.

“Hey, honey, it’s me. Just wanted to know if you wanted to have dinner tonight. We could actually have a real date, you know, that might be fun. Anyway, I have reservations at La Sol for eight. Let me know. Bye! Oh! I hope I didn’t overdo it on the flowers but I couldn’t pick just one. Let me know about La Sol.”

My mouth dropped. La Sol? He had reservations for La Sol? No one could get into that restaurant but celebrities and really, really rich people. I wasn’t normally impressed by anything like that, but all my friends had been lamenting about not being able to get in the place. And he had reservations for tonight, which meant he had to make them today, which, for most people, was an impossibility.

Who the hell was this guy? Brent… What was his last name? I thought for a second and remembered that he had said his name was Brent Worthington. I googled him and then saw what was going on. Oh, he was that Brent Worthington. Wow. He’d inherited what had once been a top publishing company and one that was about to go bust. He’d turned it around and now it was on par with all the other big houses. Then he’d sold it for lots and lots and lots of money. Now he was working on doing mission trips to war-torn countries. On top of everything else, he was really, really smart. Then, on top of that, he was a great guy with a big heart. And on top of that, he was rich as fuck.

Why did he have to suck in bed?!

Damn it. The man was perfect. He just sucked in bed. That’s all! He was sucky-suck-suck in bed!

But what if I gave him another chance? What if I just tried it again? He could be a great catch. I thought about last night. Maybe he was just having a bad day. Nope. I still couldn’t do it. No matter what a good catch he was, I liked sex too much to take another chance on him. Too much bad sex could completely turn me off it. I wasn’t going to give that up for a fancy meal or a living room full of fancy flowers. Nope. Sorry. It was over. Damn it! He had so much potential, too! But not an ounce of bedroom potential. Too bad.

Besides, I was ready to find a good man and get a life. I was tired of being single. I was ready to move on to the next step and I just couldn’t waste my time on a guy who wasn’t right for me. I looked around my living room, still stuffed with beautiful flowers. What a waste.

Just then, my phone rang. It was my friend, Tamera. I picked up with a, “Hey, girl.”

“What up?” she said. “We still on for tonight?”

I thought about La Sol. I thought about Brent. Why not run it by her? She might be able to guide me in the right direction. “Uh, yeah, I think so,” I said. “It’s just…”

“What?” she asked.

“I got asked out on a date,” I replied. “And, ummm… Well, he wants to take me to La Sol.”

“La Sol?! Are you freakin’ kidding me? Who is this guy? A movie star?”

“No,” I said and laughed a little.

“Then how the hell did he get into La Sol?”

“He’s Brent Worthington,” I said.

“Doesn’t ring a bell,” she said.

I gave her the information I had on him, leaving out the fact that we’d actually had sex. “And then,” I continued. “He asked me out.”

She seemed to consider something then said, “And what is your problem with going out with him? Is he a troll or something? I’d go out with him! Give him my number!”

I laughed. “No, he’s not a troll, it’s just…”

“You’re not attracted to him,” she finished.

“No, it’s not that.”

“He stinks.”

“No,” I said and laughed again. “He doesn’t stink.”

“He has a gambling problem,” she said.

“Not that I am aware of,” I said.

“He’s a bad kisser.”

I paused before answering. She picked right up on it.

“Ah ha!” she exclaimed. “Deal breaker.”

“Kinda,” I said.

“Well, just tell him no,” she said. “And maybe you’ll meet your Prince Charming tonight.”

“You know that’s not going to happen,” I said.

“I know,” she replied. “It’s not. But at least we can get sloppy drunk.”

That didn’t sound like much fun. In fact, I was getting tired of the single lifestyle. Maybe I was getting older, maturing more or something. I began to wonder if maybe I should give Brent a chance.

“Bunny,” she said. “Do what you want to. If you’re unsure, give him one more shot. Maybe he just had a bad day or something. If it happens, it happens. If not, not. What could it hurt?”

“I think I might,” I said. “You’re not mad that I’m not going out tonight?”

“No,” she said. “We’ll miss you but we can always do this again.”

I smiled. “Cool. Well, have fun.”

“I will,” she said. “And you, too.”

I didn’t know if that was going to happen or not.

 

* * * * *

 

La Sol was a really nice restaurant. We got right in and were escorted to a nice booth in the back. We made nice, polite conversation while we waited on our drinks. Ditto as we waited on our appetizers and then our meal. Once dessert arrived, he turned to me and smiled.

“Tell me about your first boyfriend,” he said out of the blue.

I was a little taken aback, as no one had really ever asked me about this subject. I, myself, had mostly forgotten about him. He was a bore. We didn’t last. It was a very boring story. I didn’t think he’d want to hear all that, so I just shrugged and said, “He was nice but it didn’t work out.”

He nodded. “I’ve been engaged three times.”

“Oh, wow,” I said. “That’s a lot.”

“I think so, too,” he said, but didn’t venture any more information. He waved his hand at the waitress for the check. “But what are you going to do?” He paused and turned to me. “You’re finished eating, right?”

I nodded. Yes, the dessert was done. And now we could leave. I smiled at him and waited as he settled the check, then we got our coats. He helped me put mine on, then we left.

“I live a couple of blocks from here,” he said after we were outside the restaurant. “You want to come up for a drink?”

Of course, he lived there, in one of the nicest, most exclusive neighborhoods in the city. I didn’t want to go to his apartment, though. I just wanted to go home. While the dinner had been nice—and absolutely delicious—I knew I was just wasting his time. I liked him, but I could never see myself falling for him. There just wasn’t any chemistry there and chemistry was everything for me. I had to have it; those hot kisses where the man knew what he was doing. How they used their lips with an authoritative masculinity. Like they didn’t want you to get away and they had to kiss you. It just had to happen like that for me. The whole relationship was really formed in those kisses. Those kisses, those first kisses had to be good, they had to generate those deep longings, the ones that came from inside and got into your head until he was all you thought about. The kisses allowed you to want to be dominated by him, to be the woman he wanted to kiss, to obsess about. They allowed a woman to take it to the next level and to want the man who could take them there.

In a way, I wished Brent could have been that man. But he wasn’t and because of that, I didn’t want to see him again. I wasn’t about to lead him on, either.

“Come on,” he said when I didn’t respond. “Let’s have a drink.”

He was so nice and I hated to be a bitch. And I was curious about where he lived, so, I said, “Sure. Why not?”

So, I went with him to his fabulous apartment. It was actually two apartments he’d had converted into one and by city standards, it was huge. And very well decorated. It was tasteful and yet masculine. He had to have had a designer. A really good one. I was impressed. I didn’t have a problem admitting that, either.

“Nice place,” I said and sat down on the very overstuffed yet comfortable sofa in his TV room. I looked around at the expensive furnishings and the gigantic TV and at the level of taste it took to pull this room together. I could get used to this.

“It is,” he said and handed me a gin and tonic he’d just prepared. “I’ve been very lucky.”

“How’s that?” I asked and took the drink.

“I don’t know if you know anything about me,” he said, sitting next to me. “But I inherited this wreck of a publishing house.”

“Oh, I think I heard something about that,” I said, making sure I didn’t sound too interested or too knowledgeable.

“Anyway, long story short, I straightened it out and made a lot of money off it,” he said and looked around the room. “But I just wonder if this is too much. I mean, I’m only one person.”

“I’d love to have this,” I said. “My kitchen and living room could fit into this space.”

“But I like your apartment,” he said, turning to me. “It’s so cozy.”

“That’s just a nice way of saying it’s small.”

He laughed a little. “But I do like it. I’m a simple guy. My money manager talked me into doing this, said it would be a good investment. Maybe it is. Maybe it isn’t. Who knows?”

“Yeah, who knows?” I said and took a sip of my drink.

He turned to me. “Have you ever been engaged or married?”

“Uh, no,” I said, a little disconcerted again at his forwardness.

“I was, but I think I already told you that,” he said. “Three times. I picked wrong. I just used to be into looks. They were models, you know, not like you.” He paused and seemed to realize his faux pas. “Oh, shit, I didn’t mean that you’re not gorgeous,” he said hurriedly. “I just mean, models are models, you know? They’re…”

“Models,” I finished for him. “It’s okay, I know you just misspoke.”

He breathed a sigh of relief. “I didn’t want to, you know, make you feel like you weren’t as hot as a model. You are. You’re just…”

“I’m short,” I said and smiled at him. “It’s okay. In fact, I used to be a model. Really. I was.”

“For like petites or something?”

I laughed. “No! I was a hand model.”

“Wow. Really? Is there any money in that?”

I nodded. “Yes, quite a bit. It sent me through law school.”

“That’s really cool,” he said and took my hand, staring at it. “You do have pretty hands.” He smiled at me.

“Thanks,” I said and pulled my hand back.

“How do you like being a lawyer?”

“I like it,” I said. “I work in corporate law and it can get boring, but it pays the bills.”

“You must be really smart,” he said.

“I’ve been told that,” I said and smiled at him.

“So have you ever been engaged?”

I shook my head. “Nope.”

“I can’t believe someone hasn’t asked.”

“A few,” I said. “But they weren’t right for me.”

“Holding out for the one?” he asked.

The way he looked at me made me realize he was ready to move this thing forward. I wasn’t. His questioning was making me a little uncomfortable and made me flashback to the awful sex we’d just had the previous night, which made me even more uncomfortable. The thought of getting it on with him again was enough to make me realize that I had to leave. I had to get out of there. “Uh, I guess,” I said and stood, then bent and put my glass on the coffee table. “Listen, I have to get going. Thanks so much for a nice night. The dinner was lovely. My friends are going to be so jealous I got to go to La Sol.”

“We can go again,” he said and stood. “I know the owner. We play squash together.”

I nodded and said, “Sure,” really quietly. Then I turned and made my way to the front door, waiting for him to get my coat out of the coat closet. He did and held it out for me. I put it on and said, “Thanks,” then turned to the door, ready to leave and never come back.

“Oh, you forgot something,” he said.

Oh, fuck, he wanted to kiss me now.

He tapped me on the shoulder with my clutch purse. Oh. Good. I smiled and took it, then patted him on the shoulder. “Okay, then. I’ll see you.”

“Do you want me to walk you home?”

“I’ll just take the subway.”

“No way! Let me walk you home.”

“I’ll just take the subway,” I said again and nodded. I had to get out of there before he tried to kiss me. I turned to the door.

“You forgot something else,” he said.

Oh, no. Oh, no.

He turned me around and smiled at me, bending down, his lips puckered and ready. I moved my face to the left. He moved his face to the left. I tried to wriggle away. He wriggled with me.

“What is it?” he asked, pulling back.

“Nothing,” I said hurriedly. “I think I might be getting a cold.”

“I don’t care,” he said and leaned back in. “I’ll catch a cold for this.”

I pushed him back and shook my head. “You really don’t want a cold. They’re bad. And messy.”

“I don’t care,” he said. “I just want to kiss you good night.”

“I just can’t.”

“But we did last night!” he said. “If I was going to get your cold, I probably would have gotten it already. It’s okay. I’ve already been exposed to the germ.”

We stared at each other. I stepped back. He stepped back and then his head fell to his chest.

“You don’t like me,” he said.

“Oh, it’s not that,” I said, hating that I’d made him feel bad. “It’s just I have a cold and…”

“You don’t have a cold, Bunny,” he said matter-of-factly. “You just don’t like me.”

“I do like you,” I told him and I did. I just couldn’t handle another night of sex like last night.

“Then what is it?” he asked and stared me dead in the eye.

“It’s…. Nothing. It’s… You’re so busy and I’m so busy… Well, it would be hard to have anything from that.”

“Be honest with me,” he said a little sadly. “Just tell me what it is.”

“It’s nothing! You’re great!”

“Don’t bullshit me,” he said. “Just tell me! I’m a grown man. I can handle it!”

I looked away from him.

“I can’t keep a woman,” he said. “And I don’t know why. Those models? They all left me as soon as they got their jewelry. Every woman I’ve had sex with left me after a few months. There’s something wrong with me and I don’t know what it is.”

I felt bad for him, but he did need to hear it, didn’t he? If just to keep him from continuing to embarrass himself, I should tell him. I decided that no matter how painful, it had to be done. I had to set him straight so that he would know what he was doing wrong. Being a lawyer, I was used to tackling difficult subjects. Don’t get me wrong; I didn’t want to do it; I just felt like it was my duty. “I’ll tell you,” I said. “But you can’t get angry with me.”

He nodded.

“Are you sure you want to know?”

“I’m sure,” he said. “Lay it on me.”

“You bad in bed,” I said. “I mean, like, really, really bad. The worst I’ve ever had.”

It was like I had shot him. His mouth dropped to the floor. His eyes studied my face and I could tell the wheels were turning in his mind, trying to process what I’d just said, trying to convince himself that this couldn’t be true. But then he seemed to deflate and sighed loudly. “Yeah, I thought that might be it.”

“I’m sorry,” I said and patted his arm. “But you’re still a great guy.”

“Who turns women off,” he said and gave me a little glare. “I hate being this guy!”

“A lot of men suck in bed,” I said. “And I’ve heard stories from my friends that would curl your toes.” I paused, thinking about how I could put this. “I think you might just be a little too eager, you know?”

He stared at me and nodded.

“It’s just women don’t want a man that’s too excited,” I said. “He has to be into it, sure, of course. But if he’s a fondling, gushing mess and there’s no real technique, it gets sloppy. Self assurance goes a long way.”

He nodded as if what I’d said made a lot of sense. “We could try it again. I promise I’ll do better.”

There he was, being too eager again. I sighed and said, “No, that’s okay.”

“Come on, what would it hurt?” he asked. “We’ve already done it once so it’s not like it’s something new. I’ve got some other moves I could show you.”

“That’s just it,” I said. “It has to be more organic than that. You don’t need moves. You just need to have sex. It’s about spontaneity and being in the moment. It’s not about one plus one equals two. You know?”

“No, I don’t know!” he exclaimed, getting frustrated. “Why don’t you teach me?”

“Excuse me?”

“Teach me how to be good in bed,” he said.

“I can’t do that!”

“Why not?” he asked.

I shrugged. “I dunno! I don’t want to!”

He looked crestfallen but then he perked up. “I can tell you’re good in bed. I know you are. You’re definitely the best I’ve ever had.”

I hated to admit it, but that did make me feel pretty damned good. I knew I was good. All the men I’d slept with had told me as much and I’d never had any complaints.

“That’s why I overdid it on the flowers and La Sol,” he said. “I wanted to impress you because the sex was so good.”

For you, maybe, I thought. But I didn’t say that. I just nodded like, ohhhh…kay….

“I know I’m not that good in bed,” he said. “That’s probably the reason why I can’t keep a girlfriend. But, in all honesty, they weren’t that good, either. A lot of them just kind of laid there.”

“That’s a little too much information,” I said.

“Well, it’s true,” he said. “Sorry, I don’t mean to kiss and tell, but they didn’t move like you. You made me so… Well, fucking horny I couldn’t stand it!”

I blushed a little.

“And I want to do it again with you and next time I want to please you,” he said. “I just want you to like me.”

“Oh,” I said, feeling bad. He was so sweet and I felt like a bitch, kinda.

“Have you ever had a guy as bad as me?” he asked.

I shook my head. “I’m sorry, but no, I haven’t.”

He nodded like he was assessing a situation rather than getting offended. “How do you know what you know?”

“I just go with it,” I said. “I just relax. I… Well, I’m out to get mine, you know? And I do what turns me on to get it. I want mine first, then we take care of you.”

“But I didn’t take care of you, did I?”

“You didn’t,” I said.

“But you could help me learn how to do that,” he said. “I’ll give you anything.”

“I don’t want anything,” I said and laughed a little. “I’m not a sex therapist or whatever.”

“I didn’t mean it like that. I mean to teach me, like a friend.” He seemed to consider something. “I’ll give you anything. How about a new car?” he asked.

I almost laughed. It was like I was on a game show or something. But, no. I didn’t want a car. Parking would be a nightmare. I shook my head. “No thanks.”

“How about a vacation? To the Caribbean?”

“I can’t get off work,” I said. “I used all my vacation days a while back.”

“Well, you’re lucky you can enjoy sex,” he said. “I don’t really enjoy it. I just don’t know how.”

I stared at him and felt really sad. That would suck so badly not to enjoy sex.

“Someone had to have taught you something sometime,” he said. “Otherwise, how would you know so much?”

I shook my head. This stuff couldn’t be taught, could it? But then I stopped because I suddenly realized I had been taught, by an ex, the ex, the one who had just broken my heart. I’d had great sex before but with him it was just out of this world. He was a little older than me and knew his way around a woman, to say the least. He just took control and knew what to do. He said once, “I am going to kiss you now. Don’t kiss me back. Just receive my kiss. I want to kiss you.” It was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard a man say. It made me weak in the knees and the kiss he delivered had been our best. It was soft but urgent and so damned hot.

I had been so in love with him but we were polar opposites. Sure, we had great sex, but out of the bedroom, we were like oil and water. That’s why he had broken up. We just couldn’t get along with each other. He moved to Paris to be a bohemian artist and I stayed in the city to be a boring lawyer.

Then it hit me. Maybe Brent could be my chance at love again. When my ex and I had gone our separate ways, it was the most difficult breakup I’d ever gone through. I was still reeling a little from it. But maybe that time was over. I could actually see myself falling for Brent. I could see us being together. It was just this damned sex thing. It would be an issue with me. A big one. Brent could make a good boyfriend if we could get over this hurdle. However, I wasn’t sure if we could.

But maybe I could teach him a thing or two. I felt kind of obligated, to be honest, mainly because I was the one who had told him he was bad in bed. He was asking me to help him. He needed help. I didn’t know if I could do it or not, but I could try. And when I remembered the size of his penis, I realized that it might be fun if I could ever get through to him. He was a great guy all around. He just needed some help in the bedroom. It wasn’t that big of deal, was it? I mean, I could try. If it didn’t work, I could bail.

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll do it but I need something in return.”

His whole face lit up. “Anything.”

“My friends want to go to La Sol,” I said. “Get them a table next Saturday night.”

“I’ll do better than that,” he replied. “I’ll pay.”

I grinned. “Just so you’ll know, they like to drink. A lot.”

He chuckled. “Well, the place has the best sommelier in the city.”

“Great,” I said and turned to leave.

“Hey, I thought we were going to… You know.”

I shook my head. “Nope. Not tonight. I’ll call you when I’m ready.”

“I’m ready now!”

I laughed. “Cool your jets,” I said. “If there’s one thing I know, something that’s worth waiting for is worth waiting for. Let’s wait.”

He stared at me. “Oh, I get it.” He leaned in and whispered, “I won’t even masturbate.”

“That’s a little too much information, but you need to masturbate,” I said. “That way, you can last longer when we get to the fun part.”

He just stared at me. “Okay, I guess.”

“Seriously, it’s okay if you do that,” I said. “You’re not a boxer and have to reserve it or anything.” I thought about how that sounded and laughed a little.

“Okay,” he said and nodded slightly. “Alright.”

Then I remembered something my ex had told me. I pointed to my head. “Hot sex starts in here,” I said then moved over to him and placed my hand on the front of his pants. “Not here. That’s what your imagination is for. Remember that.”

I winked and opened the door, leaving him staring after me. I walked home with a smile on my face, though I didn’t really know how to approach all this. I just knew that I wanted a great boyfriend and if I could teach Brent a thing or two in the bedroom, I could get one. I was certainly ready to settle down and start thinking about the future. I just hoped I wasn’t wasting my time. But part of me was getting a little excited at the prospect of teaching him how to be good in bed. He had bedroom potential, mostly due in part to his good dick, and all I had to do was bring that to the surface. It sounded easy enough but would it be? And where to start? What to do? Where does that hot sex come from? Where does it start? But then I realized something. Oh, that was easy. It all starts with a kiss.

 

* * * * *

 

I told him the same thing my ex had told me, “I am going to kiss you now. Don’t kiss me back. Just receive my kiss. I want to kiss you.”

He nodded and closed his eyes. I smiled and looked around his bedroom, then back at him. I took him by the jaw and pulled his lips to mine. I felt his lips twitch. I pulled back.

“I want nothing from you. Just sit there and relax,” I said. “Let me kiss you. That’s all you have to, Brent.”

He nodded. “I’ll do that. Okay. I’m ready.”

I bit my bottom lip and then brushed my lips against his. I pulled back. Then I went in again, this time giving his lips a light lick. I felt him relax into it. I smiled and pressed my lips against his until he opened his mouth. Then I began to kiss him, slipping my tongue into his mouth until he responded, until he started to kiss back. Of course, he began to get excited and started to stray from the script. He wanted to start kissing back and put his hands all over me. He was really hot for me, so hot he was already hard. Which wasn’t a bad thing, necessarily, but we weren’t going there so soon.

I pulled back. “No,” I said. “Let me kiss you. You just sit tight, okay?”

“Okay, I’ll try to restrain myself,” he said and closed his eyes.

I went back in, this time eating a little at his mouth. I sucked at his lips and pulled back. He waited for me to continue. That’s when I knew he was getting it. I started kissing him again and he just let me. I was the only one doing the kissing and it felt good; it was turning me on. His lips felt so good I bit at them and then whispered in his ear, “Now start kissing me back. Start kissing with me. Stay with me on it, okay? Just soft and slow.”

He responded, kissing me back, but this time it was better. We began to slowly eat at one another’s mouths, our lips moving in sync. I was about to pull away when I realized he was doing it, he was kissing me and he was kissing me good. He was kissing me so good, I wondered if I’d been wrong about him before. He was leaving me breathless. But then again, maybe he was just a quick study.

He pulled back and stared into my eyes. “How was that?”

“Uh, good,” I managed to say. Oh, that was good. Real good. I could suddenly see where this might lead. I smiled at the prospect.

He grabbed onto my breast and squeezed but not in a good way. Again, the eagerness! Reality set back in. I shook my head and took his hand off my breast. “No,” I said. “You need to wait on that. Don’t just jump in and start grabbing things.”

He seemed to consider this, then said, “What should I do then?”

I thought about it, thought about how I liked to be touched. I said, “The kissing was good. Real good. But there’s more to me than boobs.”

He nodded. “What would you like me to do?”

“I’ll be honest,” I said. “I love it when a guy slides his hands into my hair and grabs my head and pulls me to him for a kiss. I love it when he takes charge like that. When he really gives it to me good.”

“I can do that.”

“So, try it,” I said. “You kiss me this time.”

He smiled slightly and slid his hands into my hair and grabbed my head, pulling my face towards his. He pressed his lips against mine and my mouth opened. His tongue slipped in and then he began to eat at me, kissing me passionately. I kissed back, getting lost in it. We kept at it for a good minute, then I pulled back.

“How was that?” he whispered.

“It was good,” I said. “That’s how you do it.”

“That’s it?” he asked. “I thought there was more to it.”

I laughed a little. “That’s just it! There’s not that much to it! It’s easy. It’s simple. Just keep it easy and simple and get lost in it. That’s all. Don’t start thinking about what comes next. Just enjoy this part first and even better things will follow.”

He grinned. “I get it now. That is easy!”

“See?” I said.

“Yeah, I get it.” He grinned even more. “What’s next?”

“Slow and steady wins the race,” I said. “Kiss my neck now.”

He leaned in and pushed my hair away from my neck. Then he kissed it. Then he kissed it again, a small, almost irritating kiss. A peck. Like he was kissing someone he didn’t really want to be kissing, like it was something he was forcing himself to do. I didn’t want to get pissed off, so I pushed him back.

“I love having my neck kissed,” I said. “But you have to suck at it, like using your tongue, too. Like you were kissing me before. Let me show you.”

I leaned in and opened my mouth wide then I licked his neck from top to bottom, then up again. Then I began to suck at it, licking as I did so. I pulled back.

“I get it,” he said and leaned in, then hesitated.

“What is it?”

“I just want to make sure I do it right,” he muttered.

“It’s okay to try and fail,” I said. “Just do it and I’ll correct you if you need it. Don’t be afraid. Go for it.”

He nodded and repeated what I’d just done. This time he got it right. Oh, it felt so good. He sucked and licked at my neck until I could feel myself wanting more. I took his hand and placed it on my breast and he squeezed it. I moaned and pushed his face down to my breast. He unbuttoned my shirt and it fell off my back, then he started to take off my bra, fumbling with it.

I took his hands and shook my head at him. “Uh, no,” I whispered. “Kiss the tops of them first.”

He looked down at them and nodded. Then he began to kiss my breasts, which were heaving in my black pushup bra, which made my breasts look so good, good enough to eat. I moaned as he did that and ran my hands through his hair, loving the feeling he was giving me.

“Can I take your bra off now?” he whispered.

I nodded. “Yes, take it off.”

He pulled he straps down then tried to push the cups down, too. I shook my head at him, took his hands and guided them to the snap in back. Then I helped him undo it and it fell off of me. I threw it to the side and he took my breasts in. There they were right in front of his eyes. I really got turned on by the way he looked at them, how he was admiring them, seemingly falling in love with them. He’d seen them already, but it was like he was really seeing a set for the first time. This was his time to do what he liked. He continued to stare at them with intensity then he looked into my eyes and gave me a hard kiss. I kissed back and he grabbed onto my bare breasts.

“No, no, no,” I said. “Don’t just grab them like you’re picking up a pair of shoes. Feel them. Feel them in your hands.”

He seemed to think about that then he began to gently massage them.

“Take your time,” I whispered in his ear. “Really feel them. Take your time to kiss them, to fondle them. Lick them, suck them, play with them…”

He began to do just that. He took his time and squeezed and felt and played with my breasts. He took his time to lick and suck at the nipples, then he pushed them up and licked under them, which felt damned good and it was a surprisingly good move for him. I was moaning with pleasure, ready to get his cock out and fuck him. But it was too soon to do that yet. He wasn’t ready. I had to get him used to doing this before we could get down to the dirty. If we had sex before he was really, really ready, it would just be a sad repeat of our first night together. And I was in this for the long haul. He had to be, too.

With some difficulty, I fought the desire to do more and pushed him back and stood up.

“What is it?” he asked.

“I think that’s all for tonight,” I said and grabbed my bra.

“Oh, come on,” he said. “I am so hot for you.”

“That’s the point,” I said. “Let it build.”

“When will I see you again?” he asked.

“I’ll let you know, Brent,” I said and pulled my shirt back on. “But you did good tonight.”

He pulled me to him and kissed me. I kissed back for a moment or two, then pulled away.

“I really have to go,” I said and smiled at him. “But I’ll see you real soon.”

I left his apartment and while we did speak on the phone and he did beg to see me, I managed to hold him off for a week. I told him it had to be like this. Of course, I wanted to see him and jump his bones. Sure, I did, but I knew creating anticipation was the surest way to build lust for someone. If you gave it all up in the beginning, there was nothing else to get and nothing to long for.

I have to admit that I was really eager to get going with him. I knew we would eventually have some really hot sex and I loved knowing I was teaching him how to make love to me. It was turning me on just knowing he was thinking of me in that way. But I took my time with it. I didn’t want anything rushed.

After the week was done, I invited him over to my apartment. He was so happy to see me, he immediately tried to grab me up and kiss me. I allowed him to do this for a good minute but then I pulled away.

“What is it?” he asked, almost out of breath.

“Shhh,” I said and took his hand and lead him into my bedroom. I sat him in a chair I had in the corner then I sat at the foot of the bed.

“What are we going to do?” he asked.

“I want to teach you how to touch me,” I said and stood. “Just sit there for a minute, okay?”

He nodded. I smiled at him and began to unbutton my shirt. I took it off and threw it to the side. Then I unzipped my skirt and wriggled out of it. Now I was only in my underwear. I stood up and let him take me in, all of me. I had on a matching set of black panties and bra and a pair of black stilettos. I looked hot. I could tell he liked what he saw, too. Men love lingerie and he was no exception. He started to stand and come to me, but I shook my head and he settled back down.

I ran my hand down my neck and then to my breasts, then touched them, squeezed them as he watched. Then I walked over to him and took his hand and placed it between my legs.

“You’re already wet,” he said and stared up at me.

I bit my bottom lip and nodded. “I am. I want you to touch me down there and bring me to orgasm.”

He stared up at me as if wondering it was possible to do such a thing.

“If you can’t do it, I’ll help you. Just go along with what I tell you to do,” I said and moved against his hand. “You feel that? That’s me, getting wet for you. That’s me, wanting you to give me an orgasm. Can you do that?”

“I can try,” he said softly and pulled me down for a kiss.

I went with him, allowing him to kiss me and kiss me he did. He was getting really good at this. He was showing restraint and really taking his time to warm me up. He was doing everything right. His hand was between my legs, moving slightly. I moved with his hand, loving the way all of this felt. He was doing everything right then… Well, he abruptly tried to take my panties off. “No,” I said. “That’s not what I told you to do. Now you’ll just have to watch.”

“What? No! I can do this! Just give me a chance!”

“You had your chance,” I said and went over to the bed and sat down and opened my legs wide. He stared at me with rapt attention. I liked that. I liked knowing I was in charge and there wasn’t a damned thing he could do about it. I also loved the fact that he was still fully clothed and I was almost naked. I felt a surge of heat just from knowing that.

I moaned softly and ran my hands across my breasts, all the while keeping my eye on him. One hand went between my legs and I began to play with myself. With his eyes on me, I felt myself getting hotter and hotter. I moaned and slipped my hand into my panties and began to play with myself. I moaned more loudly and my hips rose up off the bed as I began to get into the groove of self-pleasure.

“Let me touch you,” he begged.

I stared at him and thought about having his hand there, between my legs, on my pussy, touching me. I couldn’t resist so I nodded and he came over to the bed, lay down beside me and pushed his hand into my panties. I moaned as he began to stroke me. He got a little too eager and started going too fast, so I placed my hand on his and slowed him down. And then, together, we started to bring me to orgasm.

He began kissing my breasts and he grabbed my bra with his teeth and pulled it down, exposing a nipple, which he sucked into his mouth as his fingers played with me, sliding between my lips down there. He kept missing my clit, so I guided him to it.

“This is my clitoris,” I whispered in his ear. “It’s just as important as your dick. Got it?”

“I got it,” he said and moaned, really moving his fingers against it.

“Don’t forget the clit,” I whispered, almost breathlessly. “Never forget it.”

He promised not to. Once he found it, he stroked it lightly, gently but firmly. Within seconds, with his mouth on my nipple and his finger on my clit, I came and I came hard and fast. I grabbed into his head and rocked against his hand and moaned loudly, deeply and held on until it was over.

He stared at me with awe, as if he couldn’t believe I’d just done that and he’d helped me do that. For that, he deserved a treat. He started to say something.

“Shhh,” I said and placed a finger on his lips. “It’s your turn now.”

I pushed him down on the bed and then I climbed over him, straddling him. I gave him a big, hard kiss then kissed my way down his fully-clothed body and to his cock, which hard and throbbing. I rubbed it though his pants for a moment, staring into his eyes as I did so, then I unzipped his pants and took it out.

I licked and kissed and sucked at the tip for a good long minute before taking it all into my mouth. He moaned with passion when I did that. I sucked at it, then I let up and went back to the tip, which I sucked at gently, then with more passion. I took it, all of it, into my mouth and began to suck up and down and up and down as I played with his balls. I kept at it—and it didn’t take long—until he started to come and once I knew he was, I took it out of my mouth and let it splash over my breasts.

The look on his face was priceless. He was almost beside himself. “I’ve never had anything done like that to me before,” he said. “Oh, my God, that was hot!”

I was a little surprised at this disclosure. He’d never had that? Never? I thought about that and shrugged. I guess that made sense. Poor man. I might have to do that more often, then. But I didn’t say a word. We were done for the night.

“I want to go down on you,” he said.

I thought about that. “Next time,” I said.

“Let me do it,” he said, this short of begging.

I shook my head. “Next time.”

“Promise me?”

“I promise,” I said and gave him a kiss on the lips. “Now you have to go. I’ll see you soon.”

“I look forward to it,” he said.

I grinned. “Me too.”

The next time, I didn’t wait a whole week to let him see me again. That would have been too torturous for him and for me. He had improved by leaps and bounds and I couldn’t wait to see how much better he would be during actual sex. It was hard not to want it and even harder to wait for it. So, I didn’t wait that long. I actually saw him the next night. He invited me over to his apartment for dinner. When I got there, he had a whole candlelit meal ready for me in his fancy dining room. The lights were dim and the candles lit up the room in a sexy, romantic way. The food was waiting on fancy plates and still steaming a little. But I wasn’t hungry. At least not for food.

“You made me a promise,” I whispered in his ear. “You ready to make good on it?”

“Right now?” he asked and glanced at the dining table.

“Show me what you can do,” I said.

He stared at me, hesitating to do anything, as if he were afraid it would be the wrong move. Then he took my hand and tried to lead me out of the dining room and, presumably, into his bedroom. But I held back and got out of my chair, pushed my plate out of the way and sat on the table. I opened my legs a little so he could see my panties.

“What do you want to do to me?” I asked.

“I want to fuck you,” he said. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long now.”

“Tonight might be your lucky night,” I said, smiling at him, loving to play this role. “But first, I need something from you.”

He nodded and got down between my legs. “Is this what you want?”

“Is that what you want to give me?” I asked.

“Hell yeah, I do,” he said and started to dive right in.

“Take it easy, cowboy,” I said and grabbed his hands and stroked by inner thighs with them. “Warm me up a little bit first. Like you did last time, remember? Remember how you kissed me?”

He kissed me, grabbing onto the back of my head and just taking my mouth with his. I moaned with pleasure and kissed him back, starting to feel that good ache between my legs as my entire body began to get heated up.

“You can do more, you know,” I said softly.

He nodded and took my cue and did just that, running his hands up and down my inner thighs, then down to my calves. Then he pushed my skirt up even more and grabbed onto my panties and pulled them off. He saw all of me, every single inch. He liked what he saw and he wanted to touch. And touch he did. His eyebrows shot up once he made contact as I was already wet. He liked that and stared up at me, smiling slightly. I bit my bottom lip and stared back, then he began to gently stroke me. It felt good. I stared at him as he did this, surprised that he was doing so well. He found my clit and stroked it a little before he gave me one long lick up and down my pussy. I shuddered with how good that felt and gasped a little, too.

“That’s it,” I moaned and grabbed onto his hair, using it to pull him in closer to me down there. “Just relax your tongue and lick me like an ice cream cone. Suck at it. Lick at it. Don’t stop!”

He did just that, licking me like an ice cream cone, a delicious ice cream cone, up and down and up and down turning me on even more until I began to grind against his face. He pulled back and pushed one finger deep into me. I shuddered as he did that and then he licked at my clit, stroked it with his tongue and then sucked at it until I came very, very vocally.

“Oh, fuck, oh yes, oh fucckkkkkk! Don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop!”

He didn’t until I was spent. Then he kissed his way up to me and pressed his lips, which smelled of me, against mine. We kissed and kissed and couldn’t stop kissing. He wrapped his arms around me and then I wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me into his bedroom. I don’t think I had ever been so excited to get laid as I was then. He was ready to show me what he could do. And I was ready to see for myself.

First of all, he undressed me slowly, taking his time. And once I was naked, he stood back and took my body in, running his hands along it, stopping ever so often to squeeze or gently grab or to bend in and kiss. He took his time and gave me some worship, which was such a turn on I was almost beside myself.

He paused and got up off the bed and began to take his clothes off. As he did so, he said, “I am going to fuck you now. I’ve been wanting this for a long time. If I do anything wrong, tell me because I want to give it to you good and I want you to come again.”

Wow. That was sexy. I wondered where all that came from, but then I remembered I’d told him about using his imagination. Maybe that’s all it had taken for him to cross that line. Whatever, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he was turning me on.

Once he was undressed, I opened my arms and invited him in. He fell down on top of me and we began to make love. But suddenly, he began to lose it and fall back into his old patterns. He began to get too excited, too eager to please. He began to grab and grope at everything. He was letting his lust take over when his mind should have been doing the job.

“Brent,” I whispered. “Take a pause. You’re doing too much. You don’t have to do everything at the same time. It’s annoying as fuck. Just take your time and fuck me good. That’s all you have to do. Just focus on the fucking. Don’t overcomplicate it. You know you can do this. Just fuck me and I will fuck you back.”

He got the point and did as he was told but I thought a little more instruction, which was mostly an excuse for dirty talk, couldn’t hurt.

I said, “Tell me how much you want to fuck me now.”

“More than anything,” he moaned and licked and kissed and sucked at my throat. “I want to get in there and do it. I want to do it now!”

“Tell me what you want to do to me,” I whispered and nibbled at his ear.

“I want to fuck you hard with my cock,” he said. I felt his cock sliding up and down the length of my pussy, trying to get in. I moved against it, like it was a vibrator, teasing him as I did so.

“Let me put it in,” he said. “Oh, baby, please, let me put it in. It’s killing me not fucking you.”

I kept at it until he was almost mad with lust for me.

“Please,” he moaned.

I let him put it in. He got it in and once it was in, we both moaned loudly with pleasure. Our connection was so strong, it just felt right. It was that good.

I licked at his ear then whispered, “Okay, fuck me. Fuck me hard and fuck me good.”

And then he did. He began to fuck me. He really got into it and started to slam against me, fucking me harder than I’d expected. It felt good, but I needed him to slow down if I was going to get mine and have another orgasm. I knew he would come too quickly if he kept going at his current pace.

“Take your time,” I said. “Slow down and let me get some.”

He slowed down and I began to grind against him, moving this way and that, getting as much as I could out of it. He bent down and began to eat at my breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth.

“Nibble at it,” I said and felt a wave of pure passion come over me. He began to nibble at my nipple. “Oh, like that!”

He kept at it, then he pulled back and began to pump into me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and let him take over. He was doing it, he was crossing that line, and he was metamorphosing right in front of my eyes. He was getting better; he was getting good, letting his senses take over and letting his body do the work. He was controlling himself and learning to really make love. It was just us, a man and a woman, two people having some really hot sex. It was too much, too much of a turn on for me at that moment and I had everything I needed to explode with orgasm and so I came then and came hard, a loud moan coming out of my mouth as I did so. He was there, right there behind me, fucking me, doing his thing and coming, too. Coming hard and coming inside of me. He moaned as he came and I grabbed his head and pushed his lips to mine and we kissed as he came and once it was over, he fell down on top of me, breathing heavily. I was breathing heavily, too. That was a little intense.

We lay like that for a while, then he kissed me again, licking at my lips until I almost couldn’t stand it anymore. I was in overload. It was the best feeling ever. I was almost ready to go again, but I knew he’d need a little time before he would be ready.

We lay in silence for a moment, then he moved away, propping himself up on one elbow and staring at me.

“I think I might like you,” he said. “I would use the real ‘L’ word, but that might scare you away.”

I felt my whole body go warm at his words. Then I laughed and had to said, “I think I might like you, too.”

He grinned. “I am going to make you so happy.”

I grinned back. After that, there was no doubt in my mind that he would. I hugged him tightly to me and said, “I will make sure of that.”