“Yeah, why?”
“Haven’t you learned anything from the letters and articles?”
“To be honest, I never really paid much attention to any of the… eh… articles”
“That’s exactly what I mean. In case you hadn’t noticed, girls are more than tits and pussy.”
“I know that! I’m not an idiot”
“You have to chat them up first, you know, get them horny”
“Believe me, she was horny. Dripping wet pussy, hard nipples, everything. She was horny.”
“Okay, but did you kiss her?”
“No” I said. It hadn’t even occurred to me to do that.
“Did you feel her up? Touch her or play with her boobs?”
“No…” I repeated a little insecure.
“Did you kiss her pussy or make her cum?”
“…no…” I whispered, beginning to feel like an idiot.
“You didn’t even finger her?”
I shook my head, reluctant to admit I hadn’t done that either.
“Are you beginning to see a pattern here?”
I nodded sheepishly.
“So, you practically raped this girl and you think it’s strange you got slapped in the face?”
“It… It wasn’t like that…” I stammered “She really wanted it”
“That’s what all rapists say” he joked.
I punched him again and he conceded, laughing.
“Do you know what you did wrong?” he asked after a minute.
“I guess”
“Remember to do those things first. Don’t try to fuck her like an oversexed virgin”
“Who are you calling an oversexed virgin?” I scowled.
“Will you see her again?”
“Of cou… eh… I mean yes, I think so”
“If you get another chance, remember to do all those things and you’ll get to fuck her for sure.“
“For sure?”
“If there’s any truth in all those magazines, it’ll work. I promise”
Two days later, I had another chance. It was a Saturday afternoon and mom had just returned from playing tennis with her friends. Like the first time, my dad and sister were out, and mom was in the bathroom. I knew she had been in there for over half an hour now. For the last five minutes I had been pacing back and forth in front of the door, gathering the courage to push it open. The words of my friend resonated in my mind, but every time I had myself almost convinced, I felt mom’s hand slapping my face, and my resolve to enter the bathroom waned. Finally, I decided to go ahead, took a deep breath and pushed open the door.
“Well, that took you long enough” mom said, looking up.
She was sitting on the rim of the tub, just like last time, and like before, she had one foot raised in front of her and the other on the floor, her beautiful pussy once more completely exposed. The only difference this time was that, instead of lacquering her toenails, she now was shaving her long legs. Also, there was no towel hiding those gorgeous firm breasts.
“Huh?” I asked eloquently.
“I was expecting you.”
I guess my return was a bit predictable, inevitable even. Offer a virgin teenaged boy the faintest possibility of sex, and he’s bound to grab that chance with both hands.
Her forwardness was intimidating, and I almost regretted opening that door.
“Please, if you want to come inside… close the door. You do want to… come… inside, don’t you?”
I obeyed, too embarrassed to react to her obvious double entendre.