The sexual adventures of Lacey and Ricky - Chapter 21 - Sex Stories

The sexual adventures of Lacey and Ricky - Chapter 21

... last night. Sighing, I breathe, "Oh yeah. I gotta do that again! I'm a little jealous that you beat me to it."

Tiffany chuckles, "That was real special. I am so thankful that you and Ricky did that for me. I know it must have been a sacrifice for you. I can't think of another person in the world that would have done that for me."

"Well, you have really bloomed as a woman since that time. We just have to find you a new boyfriend and get you back in the action again," I say, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.

"About that," says Tiffany, "I don't want to get in too big a hurry. I think I can find a fuck-buddy if I need one, but I want to find a guy that is real special. I want my own Ricky. Know what I mean?"

"Sorry, Tiffany. There is only one Ricky, and he is mine. They just don't make them like him, any more." She could have added that his sleeping with his mother has played a part in Ricky's development as a man, but Tiffany does not know about that. I have learned that in some Polynesian cultures, it is expected that older women teach young boys how to have sex. And by teaching, I mean teaching by doing. In the Mangaian culture, women teach boys how to masterbate at age eight. By age thirteen, older women are having sex with them, teaching the art of lovemaking and grading them on their performance. You may criticize the practice, but they have a very low incidence of rape and divorce in their culture. They also have a high level of sexual satisfaction among ...

... women. But with the constraints of our culture, I have chosen not to inform Tiffany about Ricky having sex with his mother, even though it has been key to his sexual prowess.

Tiffany looks out across space with a thousand yard stare. "I am convinced that my guy is out there somewhere. I just gotta find him."

I chuckle, "well, you know what they say. You have to kiss a lot of frogs, before you find a prince!"

"Ugh!" Tiffany grimaces at the thought of kissing a frog. "Well, whatever it takes, I guess. But I don't think I will be kissing a lot of frogs to find my prince. With my experience, I think all that I will get out of it is warts!" We both laugh and fall silent for a bit, contemplating. What will it take for me to find my prince? Perhaps I will end up like Lisa. Just a single woman, a free spirit, she called herself. She is sure having an active, adventurous sex life. Things could be worse than that.

We pass the time amiably. We talk about boys, what we like in a guy and what we don't like. Tiffany describes what her ideal boy would look like, physically. We look up pictures of guys that we consider to be hot, online. We argue about what is hot in a guy, and what is not. But we agree that, after all, it is the relationship that makes a man attractive, more than his looks. "In the end, there is nothing like being hugged and cherished by someone who treats us as someone special. That kind of relationship enhances sex, more than the pleasure you derive." I bring ...