“No, actually I think she needs this. Please don’t reject her. But don’t try to make it more than it is.”
Suzanne came back from the bathroom.
“Princess, thank you for being our test dummy,” Cindy said.
Suzanne gave a mock scowl.
“Are you calling me a dummy?”
Cindy put her hands up.
“No, never,” she said.
I decided it was time to separate these two, and I went up and put my arms out to Suzanne. She melted into my arms and gave me a kiss as a reward. My hands traveled down and cupped her rear. Yep, no panties.
“I see someone has gone commando.”
She grinned at my comment.
“Go back into that bathroom and bring me your boxers.”
Who was I to argue with an older woman? When I got back, she giggled.
“Those jeans leave nothing to the imagination.”
I looked down and you could clearly make out my religion. I shrugged and took her hand and led her out of the house; I gave Cindy a wink as we left. Suzanne had a cute little Fiat Spider, a small two-seat Italian sports car. It was bright red with a black interior. She was an aggressive driver. In this subdivision, the streets all wound around and made the ride a lot of fun. She was obviously still aroused. The telltale signs were all there. I looked down and I still had a noticeable wet spot on my jeans.
IT WAS A GORGEOUS DAY for football. There were scattered big fluffy clouds and a slight breeze that helped keep it cool. The parking lot wasn’t very full, so I didn’t expect a big crowd. Suzanne grabbed my hand and led me into the stadium. She walked in like she owned the place. The ticket taker just nodded. She led me onto the sidelines and introduced me to all the JV Cheerleaders. I could tell they were impressed by me being with the Ice Princess. Three things seemed to impress the girls: the first was that some of them had seen the freshman game and recognized me. The second was I was with one of the social elite; Suzanne only ran with the best crowds. The last, and probably the one that made the biggest difference, was that she was so happy. She wasn’t her normal reserved self. Suzanne was bubbly and all smiles. My social standing had gone up by 200%.
The JV football team came onto the field for warm-ups and Suzanne spotted her brother. She gave him a big smile and wave. He was a big white-haired kid, and obviously a lineman. He was a year older than I was, so I really didn’t know him. Once she was sure he’d seen her, she whispered into my ear.
“Let’s skip out for a little bit.”
She led me to the back of the bleachers, to the equipment shed. It had a combination lock on it and she obviously knew what the combination was. She opened the door and pulled me in. She looped the lock through the inner handles so no one could disturb us. The shed was full of tackling dummies and other equipment for the football team. She went over and moved some of the pads to make a bed.
I’d hoped for a lengthier time for our first time, but we’d been playing much too long at Cindy’s for that to happen.
While she was busy, I took my jeans off and put on a condom. She turned around to find me with only a smile on my face. She looked down and saw I had put on some protection.
“Look at our little Boy Scout, he’s ready for me.”
“Not so little,” I growled.
I swept in and kissed her. As we kissed, she pulled her tank top off and dropped her shorts. We found ourselves in a tangle on the pads she had laid out for us. There were no preliminaries. She grabbed my manhood and pulled me down on top of her. I made one steady push until I hit bottom.
“You’re right, not so little,” she moaned.
The condom was a little bit of a drag. I lost some feeling, but the tradeoff was I lasted much longer. Once I was in her it was as if a switch went off. She humped up to me, I got the message and we had hot monkey sex. She was a wild woman.
When we finished, I lay on top of her as I tried to catch my breath. I saw spots on the edge of my vision, and I was afraid I would pass out. She pushed my chest and I rolled off her.
“Nuffff! Too heavy! You big oaf.”
I took in her beauty. There was nothing sexier than Suzanne was in her post orgasmic bliss. I burned the images and how I felt into my brain. I wanted to remember this forever. At this moment, I could fall in love with the Ice Princess, but I’d made a promise to Cindy.
“David, last lesson of the day: I’m going to teach you how make every lover happy.”
I felt myself come alert. This would possibly be some more good info to learn.
“Most teen girls either never, or rarely, have an orgasm from intercourse. There are three main reasons. The first is that the boy doesn’t get her ready. We take longer to get fully aroused. Most guys use the ‘wham bam thank you ma’am’ approach to sex. The second is the guy doesn’t last long enough, and the third is technique. If you do even a tenth of what we did this afternoon, you have the first problem licked. The second will come with practice. The more you have sex, the more you’ll be able to control yourself. It’s the final reason that I want to teach you about.
“Take your two fingers and smack the inside of your forearm just above your wrist over and over again,” she said.
I did as instructed and you could hear the smack, smack, smack as my fingers made contact with my forearm. This went on for the next few minutes. After a while, my arm began to get red and it hurt. I frowned.
“Okay, you can stop. That was what we just did.”
I looked at her with concern.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry; sometimes a woman just needs that,” she explained.
Well, it sure felt good to me, but if I wanted to have girls lining up and coming back for more, I needed to make sure they had a good time and didn’t feel abused.
“I’m going to teach you a simple technique your gigolo of a big brother taught me.”
The good news was Greg must’ve done a good job, because she took the time to teach me.
“When you enter a woman, slowly work yourself all the way in. Stop and wait until she’s used to you.”
I could understand what she was saying. I didn’t need to just charge in.
“Then you’ll slowly pull all the way out until only the tip is inside her. You’ll then take ten shallow strokes with about a third of your member. Then you’ll take two deep strokes. Then pull back and do nine short and three long. Get my drift?”
I nodded. Add long strokes and subtract short strokes from the sequence.
“What this little trick does is it varies your stroke length and speed. Pay attention to what’s working for her. If she responds more to shallow strokes, then you do that. If she needs it deep and hard, give it to her. Even if you have sex with the same woman the rest of your life, she’ll want some variety.”
I grinned as I asked.
“Shouldn’t we practice?”
“Do you have any more of those condoms?”
“You bet.”
Greg had given me a supply for today’s lesson. I would have to buy more to replace the ones he’d already given me.
Suzanne lasted until we hit eight deep strokes before she detonated. She arched her back and wrapped herself around me again. I would wake up the next morning with bruises and scratch marks. This was more like making love than what we’d done earlier. I had to say I enjoyed both.
I was sure Mr. Happy was done for the day. As we got dressed, Suzanne explained that this was a one-time thing. I would always be grateful for everything she’d taught me. I won’t lie and say I wasn’t sad, but I’d made a promise to Cindy and I wasn’t about to push it with Suzanne. She led me up into the stands and we watched the second half of the game. After the game, she offered me a ride home, but I needed to be alone and said I would walk. She gave me a slow, lingering kiss goodbye.
Chapter 8 – Big Man on Campus