He did not really ‘date’ until he was in college and never had a chance to do much more than kiss, actually just an occasional peck, until he moved far away from home after graduation.
Jon met Sue at the lake. His eyes fluttered in the bright sunlight and she was standing next to him.
“Wow!” she exclaimed as she looked at his swimsuit. She did not wait for an invitation and sat on the edge of his beach towel. In a velvet soft voice, she murmured, “Were you dreaming about me?”
“Sorry,” he mumbled. He knew there was not much he could do about it and chose to sit.
“That’s too bad. Now it is gone.”
He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the water, not stopping until it was above their waist. He pulled her close, rubbing his erection against her.
“Oh baby,” was all she said just before she inserted her tongue nearly to his throat. With one swipe of her hand across the front of his swimsuit, she reached in and wrapped her fingers around the turgid shaft. “Very nice,” she groaned around his tongue as her fingers roamed along the full length of his cock.
Sue became a regular in Jon’s bed, spending several nights a week with him. She also helped him learn all the details of making love. The month had been heaven. They were alone in the glass elevator to the restaurant on the 25th floor to celebrate. She punched the stop button.
“What?”
“Shut up.” She shoved her hand in his pants and grabbed his cock. “You’re not hard. Don’t you find this short skirt and my long legs exciting?” She pulled her skirt up showing him her naked pussy. She gripped his cock harder. “I still don’t feel it getting hard. What do I have to do?”
“Maybe it’s the fact everyone in the lobby can see us.”
“Why? That is making my pussy drip … a lot. Get it up and fuck me. Fuck me or I won’t start the elevator.”
Jon was not able to and that was the last time he saw her.
Her lessons were not lost on him. Many of his future women would comment on his skills in bed, or in public. Occasionally, he would even run his hand under their skirt as they walked down a sidewalk at night. Sometimes they would pull him into an alley, push him up against the wall, and fuck him.
There were some dry spells between women. He tried to have standards and never felt it was worthwhile to pickup a woman just to fuck. He could often have a higher quality jerk off than the sex some women could give him. He found some were even worse than he was before Sue so aptly taught him. It was sad but true.
*
Fran was his first older woman. Not old mind you, but she was at least twenty years older than he was. She sat next to him at the bar one night with lovely ‘fuck me’ blue eyes that were watching only him. Her graceful fingers slipped though the moisture on her drink glass as if she was trying to bring it to a pleasant orgasm. Just watching had his erection straining at his zipper, ready to feel her hand around it.
At first, she said nothing, just a slow swipe of her tongue across already wet lips, then a simple, “Hello,” in a sultry voice that probably launched a thousand ships.