The Lesson - Sex Stories

The Lesson

A flash of memory: Following Chris and the guy down the hall, remembering I still don't know his name, nervously rehearsing her instructions. Breathe through my nose. Make eye contact. Use my hands. No teeth. Can I do this? Chris lifted her head from the pillow, looking at me in shock. "What do you mean, you don't know how?" I blushed. "I don't know, I've just never felt like I can do it. I always gag and don't like it." "You're good with me." I smiled ruefully. "It's easier with a woman. I've never felt like I knew how to do oral on a guy." Chris laughed. "Your husband doesn't mind?" My face reddened again. "I do it on special occasions, but he knows I don't enjoy it, and that's ok with him." She paused. "Maybe I should teach you. Make this a a girls' weekend to remember." I feigned shock. "Christine Marie!" She grinned. I gaped at her for a minute. This was only our second weekend since we'd met at the best friends' exchange club, and I still hardly knew her. "Um, with whom? I'm not sure Jay would like that idea very much." "Shhh. You don't need to tell him. Just show him what you can do." She smiled. "It'll be worth it." I paused, swallowed. "You didn't answer the other part. I'd need someone to practice on." She gave her sparkly laugh again. "You do remember I was an escort for a couple of years, right? I'd find someone." Grinning, she got up and started to get dressed. I stared at her again. "Let me think about it." -*- I sat nervously at the bar, waiting for Chris ...

... to return with just the right lipstick from the next-door pharmacy. A handsome man in a bespoke charcoal-gray suit came in, made brief eye contact, just the barest hint of a smile. We kept glancing at each other, pretending we weren't. "You like him?" she murmured as she strolled back in, catching me glancing at him in the mirror. "Nice looking," I agreed, as I applied her color to my lips. "And a bit of mischief in his smile." "Let's go talk to him." I took a deep breath, took my last swallow of my mojito, and followed her over. I sat on his other side. "Hello, stranger," she smiled at him. "My friend Sarah likes you." "I like her too," he smiled at me. I blushed. Would it really be this easy? "Feeling generous toward a couple of escorts for the evening?" He looked at her, seemingly at a loss for her meaning. Finally, "Oh!" He blushed a little. "Um, I have to meet someone in a couple of hours, but maybe until then." Chris glanced at me in the mirror; we nodded silently. Chris took his arm, We all slid from our barstools. He left a generous payment on the bar and followed us to the elevator and up to our room. She gave him a soft brushing kiss on the lips as we entered, a secretive smile. Would he want to kiss me? My heart was pounding as she unbuttoned his jacket and shirt and draped them carefully over the chair, then maneuvered him to the edge of the bed. I pulled his t-shirt up and over his head and raised arms, eyeing his muscly trunk and lightly scratching around his ...