Learning The Hard Way

By Maximillian Excaliber


used by mental health professionals as a reference guide when diagnosing
and documenting mental disorders.

Sexual Aversion Disorder is commonly found in victims of rape,

The following information is included to help you better understand the
actions of one of the characters in this story.

From the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders Fourth
Edition (DSM-IV):

302.79 Sexual Aversion Disorder

The essential feature of Sexual Aversion Disorder is the aversion to
and active avoidance of genital sexual contact with a sexual partner.
The disturbance must cause marked distress or interpersonal difficulty.
The dysfunction is not better accounted for by another Axis I disorder
(except another Sexual Dysfunction). The individual reports anxiety,
fear, or disgust when confronted by a sexual opportunity with a
partner. The aversion to contact maybe focused on a particular aspect
Some individuals experience generalized revulsion to all sexual stimuli,
including kissing and touching. The intensity of the individual’s
reactions when exposed to the aversive stimulus may range from moderate
anxiety and lack of pleasure to extreme psychological distress.


Subtypes are provided to indicate onset (Lifelong versus Acquired),
context (Generalized versus Situational), and etiological factors (Due
to Psychological Factors, Due to Combined Factors) for Sexual Aversion

Associated Features and Disorders

When confronted with a sexual situation, some individuals with severe
Sexual Aversion Disorder may experience Panic Attacks with extreme
and breathing difficulties. There may be markedly impaired
interpersonal relations (e.g., marital dissatisfaction). Individuals
may avoid sexual situations or potential sexual partners by covert
or family activities).

And now, on with the story…

Chapter One - Lesson One: Lecture

I have to say, for some reason I couldn't figure out at the time, my
heart was racing and I was excited. If that wasn't enough, somewhere in


just didn’t know what.

“All right, what do you want to know?”



Her answer was short and simple, “No.”


between the man’s legs?”

outside of his.”

move with me on top of him?”

“Usually, he doesn’t. You do.”

I could see her picturing it in her mind.

awaking manhood can testified.



She giggled. “How’s that one work?”

a bouncing motion. Got it?”


“Then there's reverse cowgirl. It's pretty much the same but you're
facing the other way.”


“Have you ever heard of doggie style?”

There was another “No.” for an answer.

her from behind.”





Obviously intrigued, Gwen asked, “Her what?”

would be on the bottom.”


“If the angle is right, each time the man's penis enters you it will rub
against your g-spot.”

I could see a perplexed look on her face and could tell she didn't

“Being a man, I can't explain it to you. I think you're just going to
have to try it and find out someday.”

Something told me my answer wasn't good enough for her so I moved on.


Patty never told me that.”

legs. In 'The Deck Chair', you pull your legs back until your shins are
your legs under the man's arms and he holds them in place. In “The
Victory', you hold your legs up and out wide in a 'V' shape; and in 'The
Deep Stick', your legs are straight up and resting on his chest. Then

She stopped me. “Wait a minute! You've lost me. I can't keep them all
straight in my head.”

it's done.” I suggested.


“You know, pornographic videos?” I answered nonchalantly.

Her next question surprised me, “Are they going to tell me if I'm doing
it wrong?”

“No. That they can't do.” I replied. But we both knew the answer
before I said it.

It was her turn to be nonchalant. “Then why don't you just show them to

“I'm not sure that's such a good idea.” I began.

Don’t get me wrong, under any other circumstance, I wouldn't have been
front of a diabetic and then saying look but don’t touch. It didn't
'juicy fruit' in my hands. I thought she was too vulnerable and if
anything did happen, I would be taking advantage of her.

Before I could tell her why she added, “Oh, don't worry about it. We're
positions. It's not as if we’re actually going to do anything. I know
you don't think of me that way.”

Don't you know you're playing with fire here?' I thought to myself.

“Are you sure you wouldn't rather watch the videos? Despite what you

In a very soft tone, Gwen responded, “I'm sorry if I'm making you
uncomfortable. I didn't mean to. I'll understand if you say no. It's
just that there are so many things I missed out on and I don't want to
do so any more just because I didn't know what to do when the time comes.”

to ignore... or so I thought.

“Sure, if that's what you want.” I said reluctantly.

She breathed a sigh of relieve; and then, if that wasn't out of nowhere
changed the subject, “You know, there's something I've always wanted to


Something told me I knew what it was.

In reality, if I'd had any wits about me at all, I would have seen what
was coming next.

Chapter Two – High School Friends

explain the events leading up to that night.

love with her the moment I laid eyes on her.

Both our parents were Catholics and sent us to “Saint Augustine's School
it’s a parochial school. We were sent there for entirely different
reasons. My parents sent me there to keep me out of trouble; Gwen's
the benefits of a 'morally sound education'.

misfortune that she was forced to have her older brother Jimmy accompany
her on dates.

her parents. Jimmy was laughingly hysterically like a hyena while under
formally... “Joel Johnson, I want you to know that I’m a good catholic
I’ll break your arm!”

God it must have been humiliating for her!

Jimmy wasn't really bad at all. He even was kind enough to remain a
discrete distance from us. Still, I know it was embarrassingly
uncomfortable for Gwen every time we dated. After the humiliation of
she did.

Things didn't work out the way I expected them to though because before
I had a chance to tell her how I felt about her, Gwen's parents arranged
thus ended my dreams of ever being with her.


for church, I didn’t see her much after that.


baby’s father.


an affair.

was divorced again.

Personally, in retrospect, from the way she'd had been acting at the
monthly payments I was stuck giving her!

But that’s enough about my failed marriages.

to take an early retirement. It was mid July.

plain stupidity. But, I can tell you this... if there was a game show
contestant… posthumously of course!

let's play a little game of our own. If you know any adults that are
side of the room. If you don't, stay where with me on this side of the
room. Where are you standing? See my point?

it really doesn't matter. Dead is dead, stupid or not.

poor old Patty was an odd sort of fellow; and, if you'd asked me then, I
would have told you that I couldn't put it into words. It doesn't make
much sense does it? Well, at the time, it didn't to me either. Little
did I know then how right I was.

Anyway, as you can imagine, or maybe you can't yet, it wasn’t that much

more footnote in 'The Cosmic Journal of The Bizarre'.

talking about it. So, I decided not to pay her the customary 'post
mortem' visit.

My heart ached for her; but, I'm sure it was nothing compared to the
biggest change a person can go through.

a sign she was moving on with her life.

there in shock! She was beautiful. Now I won't lie to you and tell you
definitely looked better.

She was a little bit too skinny, still had her braces on, and hadn't
firm, yet still very feminine and sexy... all this in stark contrast to me!

Too many years sitting behind a desk hadn't been as kind to me. I was
about twenty pounds overweight and while not balding, beginning to
distinguished, whatever that's supposed to mean. Me, I thought it made
me look old. I've never been what I considered a handsome man, but the

'broken up' by Patty's death as I first thought.


thought you'd be? Was being married to him that bad?”


“He wasn’t abusing you was he?” I asked.

tried to be a good husband. It’s just that…”


things to storage.

of Patty, caught up on old times.


friends again.

alone, we started going places together. Sometimes we'd go shopping,
was sure, we were definitely becoming closer.

Chapter Three – The Party


I was forced to move into a cheesy one-room 'efficiency' apartment. It
have been better.

It was also my good fortune that the closing conveniently occurred in
the last week of September.

in. I couldn't have chosen a better time; the forecast had called for
unseasonably warm temperatures that week and that was perfect for a pool

was completed, I began inviting them over.


The second name on the list was Bobbie Rucker.

I called her and she answered the phone...

“Hey Joey, what’s up?” She said cheerfully.

I asked casually, “Got any plans this Saturday?”

I used to work with Bobbie and we had a 'special' relationship that went

horny?” Now do you understand what I meant by 'special'?

recent divorce.

“I’m having a party. Want to come?”

She asked.

week, men or women?”

“Men!” Bobbie exclaimed, “Aren't you ever going to let me forget about

stripper. “

“How was I supposed to know 'he' was a woman in drag?” She asked

I reminded her, “Yeah, but at least mine is real! And while we're on
fucking you.”


got it right. I think it was... 'OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!' Does that
sound familiar?”

“Very funny!” Bobbie said giggling.


I continued going down the list. Everyone agreed to come.



Finally it was Saturday morning.

There wasn't a cloud in the sky.

everybody that the party was in the back.

sound of the gate hinge squeaking. 'Didn't I tell everyone it was at
12:00?' I thought to myself as I looked in the direction of the gate.


magnificently her voluptuous cleavage. And, its clinging waist accented
elegant; and, the entire ensemble made her look stunning.

doing here so early?”

from the grill.

great, by the way.”

I offered.

that’s exactly what I’ll do.”


Now for those of you who don’t know what a 'Carlita Bikini' is, I’ll
tell you.

material. It's skin tight and very sexy.

whistling my appreciation.


She blushed and said disbelievingly, “Liar.” then asked, “Where's the hose?”

house. “The water's already on.” I said and then flipped my hamburgers.

the trigger.



spoiled the meat anyway.

Even if she hadn't hit me with the cold water, the hard nipples
protruding from her breast through her bikini top said everything.

12:15, fashionably late the other guest began arriving.

They ate; they drank; then they drank some more.

I had been so busy playing host that it didn't even occur to me until
four hours later that I really hadn't said more than two words to Gwen
since she'd arrived. Since I didn’t want Gwen to feel as if I was
found her she was in the kitchen with Bobbie. They were talking...

slightly slurred. I could tell that she wasn't drunk but she was most
definitely not feeling any pain either!

I didn't know what they were talking about but I did hear Gwen say to

“Do you believe that?” Bobbie asked.


“Girl, let me tell you, until you do you'll never know what you’ve been
missing!” Bobbie said enthusiastically.

Embarrassed, Gwen said insistently, “There's only one person I want to
show me how it’s done.”

“He'll do it.”

Hesitantly, Gwen asked, “You really think so?”



As I did, I heard Bobbie’s voice saying to Gwen…

“Okay, here’s what you do…”

conversation. I would be reminded of it later.

stayed behind to help me clean up.

something really stupid, his car wouldn't be the only thing she rode
that night.

dishwasher, everything was quiet for several long seconds.



not about you. It’s about me.”

“Sure; that’s what friends are for.”

Her expression unchanged, Gwen said, “It's very personal and might take
a while?”


Gwen began, there was trace of nervousness in her voice, ”Joey, my sex
life with Patty was so dissatisfying that sometimes I felt like becoming
a nun.”

The look on her face told me wasn't joking.


a little too quick with my answer because she smiled.

right up until my wedding night.... boy was that a disappointment.”

“If it makes you feel any better, you're not the first woman who’s said
that.” I said consolingly.

romance and passion. It wasn't!”

“I thought Patty loved you?”

any more than I loved him.”

“But I thought...” I began.

were devoted to the church?”

“You mean he wasn't? Then why did you choose to marry him?”

Angrily, Gwen replied, “I didn't choose to marry him; my parents made

“Why didn't you say no?”

I didn't have the courage to stand up to my parents. And if you're
wondering how it was I didn't know what he was really like, think back

I saw her point.

Or, was that just a facade?”

had to do everything according to scriptures... and I do mean everything!”


Sarcastically, Gwen said, “I'm not talking about church. I'm talking
about everything… including our sex life.”

“That boring was it?” I asked.

missionary position, and then only to conceive a child.”

wants to make love to his wife once a month? It doesn't make any sense,
Patty wasn't that stupid, he went to college the same as I did; he had
over a million to one.”

assume that he wanted to make love with me. I'll clear that up for you
in a moment. And you're right; Patty wasn’t stupid, far from it in
would never happen.”




he was an obsessive compulsive?”

“I wasn't sure.”

get rid of sunspots.”


Fantasies. I'm just hitting the major ones by the way.”


cleaning their cars?”

“A few.”

But she wasn't finished, “Every day, whether it's raining or not?”

“You've got me there. Still, that's not too bad is it?”

insisted that I start working out and taking vitamins, I naturally


At first, her answer seemed vague, “Well, it's like this... women who

'Sexual being one of them?' I asked mentally.

Not being psychic, Gwen didn't hear me. “I didn't realize it then, but
never missed my period... not once! And believe me, I should have.”

There was no way that could have happened unless...

you they were vitamins?”

I detected a bit of anger in her voice, “That’s exactly what I'm saying.”

talk about this?”

She replied, “I need to.”

into our marriage, he relented.”

didn't you leave him then? Nobody would have blamed you.”

I kind of expected her answer, “Since he wasn't beating me or running
around on me, I didn't feel justified in leaving him.”

“There are other forms of abuse you know?”

and couldn't help himself. What I didn’t know was how ill he really was.”

minute; Patty wasn’t gay was he?”

But it wasn't that, “No Joey, it wasn't that Patty didn’t want to have
sex with women; it's that Patty was repulsed by female genitalia!”

But I've never heard of anyone who wanted something but couldn't bear to
look at it.”

control pills without telling me. He had trouble dealing with it
everyone else had desires. He just wasn't able to act on them. That's
didn't mean he never fantasized about it. He did, in very vivid and
in his journals.”


She laughed sarcastically, “Oh no! He'd never have done that. I found
and a bicycle pump.”

“That’s really fucked up!”

She didn't respond.

But none of which explained why it was she'd never talked to anyone
It's not the kind of conversation a man usually expects to have with a
woman he's not sleeping with. For a moment the thought entered into my
So I asked the next logical question...

about sex?”


school bus?”


“Phone?” I queried.

what I was talking about.”

talk to?”



She replied, “He didn't want me thinking about sex for fear I might
the house... except his journals, of course.”


all the things about sex I don’t know.”

Wait a minute! Maybe I'm misunderstood her. Did Gwen just ask me to
explain the facts of life to her?

like you to do it?”

told me she was.


You're the only real friend I have. I don't trust anyone else.”


book can’t answer questions the way a real person can.”

me, “Please.”


“If you're sure that's what you want. Then I'll do it.” As I said it,
I wondered if I'd just made a big mistake?

Chapter Four – The Late Night Swim

“Skinny dip?” I asked hesitantly, hoping desperately that I wasn't
wrong. No! Not for the reason you're thinking. Although, the idea of
seeing her naked had been going thought my mind every since she'd peeled
it might be on her list of things to try.


“I wasn't sure until I saw until you looked at the pool.”

Cautiously, Gwen inquired, “You're not shocked?”

“Not really. It's something everyone wants to try at least once.” I

always wondered what's going on in the mind of yours.”



“Yes; and it's that high for a reason. ” The expression on her face
case she didn't I explained, “I don't like wearing a swimsuit. I don't
help yourself. I won't even look.”

Her response wasn't quite what I expected, “And leave me out there all
by myself. I don't think so! Either someone swims with me or I don't
swim at all. I don't know anything about this neighborhood.”

“But I just told you I don't even have a suit to put on.” I reminded her.

Giggling, Gwen said, “Don't worry, you can borrow mine if you'd like.”

suddenly before me. Making it disappear as fast as I could, I said...



I explained, “Yes, I'll go swimming with you; and, no, I'm not going to
the door with me trailing not far behind.

shorts at the time.

When I realized that Gwen hadn't removed her bikini, I didn't know
whether to be embarrassed or not.

“Hey, I thought you said we were going to...” I began. Then splat! The
again! This time it was the bottoms... again square in the face.

“It's not safe out here!” I exclaimed and then dived for the relative
safety of the water.

the same.

It's very relaxing. I see why you like it so much.”

decided not to respond for fear of spoiling it.

pool and grabbed towel so she could dry off. That's when I got my first
soaking wet.

apparent that every towel was soiled.


“Actually, it is.” I said proudly.

Cautiously, she inquired, “Got any laundry detergent?”



this wet bikini. The way the temperature's dropping, I don't think
that's such a good idea.”

I hadn't even thought of that. But, then when I noticed how erect her
nipples were and realized she was right.

Gwen suggested, “Why don't we knock out the towels at the same time?”

I looked away suddenly and secretively hoped she hadn't caught me
looking. Then I said...

“I can do those later.”



Once the washing machine was running, she said to me, “Let's head into
the living room where there's plenty of room; shall we?”

room naked as jaybirds.


The whole thing seemed very surreal. That's what it was... surreal! I

“Don't you want to wait until our things come out of the dryer?” I asked.

She queried in response, “Why, don't you trust me?”

'Trust you? It's not you I'm worried about, I'm not sure I trust
myself!' I yelled inside my head. That's not what I said though.

“No; I just thought you'd be more comfortable if you had something on?”
I replied somewhat truthfully.

But Gwen just smiled and answered, “I'm quite comfortable this way;
dry, I wouldn't want to take a chance on tearing it.”

I noticed she didn't mention the Carlita Bikini she had been wearing
earlier; perhaps it was just an oversight?


“Gwen honey, aren't you even a little bit concerned that I might take
advantage of you?”

Confidently she replied, “If I thought that, I wouldn't asked you in the
first place.”

And I thought to myself, 'I wish I was as confident as you are honey.'

said to me, “I think we are both capable of controlling ourselves, don't

At that point I had two choices. One was to say 'no', which is what I
self-control or that I didn't think that she did. In the later case,
she'd be insulted. The other was to say 'yes', which, to be perfectly
honest, I wasn't sure of myself. As I saw it, answering 'no' was a
lose-lose situation all the way around; and, answering 'yes' was one
end of our friendship!

'Fuck!' I thought to myself in frustration. 'I guess I've gone too far
now to turn back now.' And then I heard my voice say, “Alright, where
do you want to start?”

Chapter Five - Lesson Two: Positions


Laughing, Gwen suggested, “On the rug?”

“I meant what position smart-ass?”

Giggling, Gwen suggested, “Why don't we begin with the other variations
mentioned, 'The Deck Chair'? Tell me how that goes again?”

and asked, “Now what?”

parallel to whatever she's laying on and holds them there. Then, the
blood rushing to my prick.


“Yup.” I gulped, “I'd say you got it right the first time!”

I felt flush and thought, 'God don't tell me I'm blushing! For crying
out loud! I'm a forty-eight year old man. It's not like I've never

the man again?”

'About to have the best time of his life?' Whispered the voice inside
my head.

As I felt the blood surging in my dick, the words 'This is going to be
harder than I thought!' went through my mind. Talk about your bad
pun. But, as you can imagine, it was; and, I didn't.


Unfortunately, it wasn't and she said in a chastising tone. “You're
supposed to be showing me; remember?”

“You know; I'm going to have to touch you in some of these positions?”


I'm not quite sure Gwen knew what I meant by 'touch'. If she didn't,
she was about to find out real fast.

she was wet but I couldn't make up my mind whether it was from just

The moment our sexes touched she startled a little and I asked...


My semi-flaccid manhood was pushing directly against her 'taint'.

Undeterred, Gwen replied, “Everything's fine. It just takes a little
in the same way as in plain old missionary?”

“If by 'the same way' you mean thrusting his hips forward, yes.” I

the work?”

to show her exactly how it was done.


pole. It was very erotic and stimulating.

she was doing.


After I allowed myself to enjoy it for a few seconds, I said to her...

“You've got it all right. Maybe we better move on?” I suggested.
Luckily for me, she didn't ask why. And, it's a good thing because
really were.

“From here we can move into 'The Victory'.” I told her.

Curiously, she asked, “Not 'The Deck Chair Folded?”

each other and we'll be in 'The Victory'.”

doing it right?”

And, as if he had a mind of his own, 'Mr. Woody' kept getting bigger and
bigger. It was very distracting.

“Oh yes, you're doing it just right.” I said truthfully; and, I thought
to myself, 'Boy are you doing it right!'

“The Deck Chair Folded' from here?”

As the blood continued rushing into my penis, I answered...

“I'll move my arms out of the way and then you rest your calves on my
shoulders. When you do, I'll bring my knees a little closer together
for leverage.”

Two seconds later, when we were in 'The Desk Chair Folded' position Gwen
asked again, “The man moves the same way?”

“Uh huh.” I replied.

Then Gwen commented, “It doesn't seem as if there's much room for the
do is this...” and then, as she used her ankles for leverage, Gwen began
of her womanhood like a shuttle sliding in a grove.

It wasn't too many repetitions later she had me fully erect. I was
astounded that, while I was somewhat embarrassed, Gwen didn't seem to be
decide, without stopping Gwen asked, “I still don't see how my moving is
another position. Why don't we try 'Cowgirl'?”



She smiled and paraphrased herself, “Wasn't the next one called
'Cowgirl'? How do we do that?”

At that moment, I'd have told her anything as long as she kept dry
fucking me the way she was.

“You'll have to move and let me be on the bottom for that one.” I said
informatively and began backing away from her.

down in her place.

that's what one looks like!”

“Excuse me?” Then it sunk in what she'd said and I found myself asking,
“You mean you've never see one before?” Then I got the 'excited' part
of what she'd said and know I must have turned red in the face.

each time the door to his bath room was locked.”


all those years.”

“Excuse me?”

the next morning.

three inches long.

actually been with a man!’



about sex.”

myself up on my elbows and said...

“Where do you want me to start?”

example, what's the difference between one that's been circumcised and
one that's not and which do you have?”

“I may have one but I certainly no expert. Still, I'll tell you what I

I probably shouldn't have but I chuckled a little causing her to frown.

“Don't worry, you're not the first woman to ask me that question.” It
head of my cock.

talking about. Did it hurt?”

“Probably, I really don't know, I was a baby at the time.” Trying my
the fleshy ring surrounding the base of the glands. “That's the
'Corona' or more commonly known as the crown. It's another sensitive
I said to Gwen, “Lastly, this is the 'Frenulum' also known as the
'Frenum'. It too is very sensitive. Any questions?”


Yup! That was it! That's what I was afraid she'd ask!

say. I could have said, 'Well, because you’re hotter than hell and all
I've thought about ever since you told me you were free again was how
much fun we could have together.' But I didn't. Or, maybe I could say,
'Let me rub your clit a few minutes and see what happens to it; then
you'll know!' But I didn't say that either. Here's what I did say...

“It's how a man's body responds when he's stimulated.” Notice that I
looking at a woman?

Just when I thought I was safe, Gwen asked, “Then it's not because you
find me appealing?”

said it.

'Oh shit! Now what am I going to say?' I thought. Which was
immediately followed by, 'How did I get myself into this again?'
'Because you were thinking with the wrong head again stupid! If you
weren't you would have seen this coming a mile away. Try and talk your
way out of that one dumb-ass.'

I really hate that guy when he's right!


“It's possible.” I said evasively without denying it.

female anatomy?”

I thought to myself, 'I wonder what she say if I told her that I know
enough to make her scream in pleasure until she begged for mercy!'

“I know that every woman I've meet is unique in her own way and each one
responds differently from the others.”

I knew her next question would be, “How's that?” and it was.

“It's one of the things that men and women have in common. We all have
our likes and dislikes. Maybe that's part of the fun we have when we
get together... finding out what turns the other one on.”

erect. She glanced down at it momentarily and then said, “Let's get
back to what we were doing. It's become obvious to me that I've still
got a lot to learn.”

into what was actually in a 'reverse missionary' position. Her face was
overwhelming. I looked her in the eyes and said softly...

same way you would if you were ridding rocking horse.”


I laughed.

“I don't think you've got the whole picture yet. You're not going to be
bouncing up and down on some lucky man's lap, you're also bouncing up
and down on his penis... while it's inside of you!”

An odd look came over her face and I couldn't decide if she'd understood
me or not. I was so tempted to say, 'Instead of trying to explain it to
you, why don't you try it out and tell me what you think of it then?'


down the length of my half limp shaft.

She smiled and said, “Didn't you tell me that it's sensitive right
there? What did you call it... the 'Frenum'?”

“Sure I did but I didn't tell you that to get you to... well you know.”
I said truthfully.

Grinning, she replied, “Oh, I know that. I just wanted to find out what
makes it grow like that. That's all. Why? Am I doing it wrong?”

“Wrong?” I was flustered. I counted to ten. The whole time I did,
Gwen kept sliding away. Trying to remain calm I said...

“Trust me, you're not doing it wrong.”

Disbelievingly, she said, “Really? Are you sure? It doesn't seem to be
getting any bigger. Maybe I need to try this from another angle. Tell
me, how do I change this into 'Reverse Cowgirl'?”

But before I could answer, she rotated around until she was facing the
opposite direction and then resumed rubbing my prick through the furrow
of her pussy. Her ass was facing me now and every time she moved I
could see her wet pussy as it slid along the full length of my cock.
The view was so hot, so sexy, that within seconds I was harder than a
stone pillar.

Then I heard her voice say, “Gee, you're right; it really does get
bigger when it's stimulated.”

Just when it was starting to feel really good, she stopped abruptly and
asked, “Let's try 'Doggie Style' now.”

Then, about as abruptly, Gwen rolled off me and onto all fours.

About the same time I thought to myself, 'Is this going where I think it
is?' But before I had time to answer myself, Gwen said to me, “Aren't
you supposed to be behind me; or, did I misunderstand what you said?”

Without thinking, I rolled over on my stomach and then crawled into
position behind her. The sad thing is I would have stopped right there
and looked at it for a few seconds had she not chosen that exact moment
to ask, “Do I back up or do you come forward?”

“I come forward.” I muttered and began slowly using my knees to inch
myself forward between her legs.

Even though I purposely tried to keep my cock safely under her, the top
of it still touched her sex. Concerned, I thought to myself, 'Don't
tell me she's going to start bumping up against me again.' But she
didn't. Instead, she bent her arms outward and lowered herself into a
more causal resting position. Once there, Gwen looked over her left
shoulder at me and said, “Does this look right to you? And who does the
moving here?”

“Looks fine to me.” Which was the truth. Admittedly, our definitions
of 'fine' might have differed, but since she had asked for my opinion, I
went with mine. The truth was, what I could see did look fine to me.
So technically, I it wasn't a lie. It just wasn't the answer to the
question she had asked. Then again, maybe it was?

Just as casually as before, Gwen reminded me, “You were going to tell me
which of us does the moving.”

'Damn! For a second there, I thought she'd forgotten! I'm trying to be
chivalrous here and do the right thing.'

“Either or both, depending on who wants to do the work. Usually
thought, the woman lets the man do the moving.” I replied. For some
reason, I don't know why, I added, “Remember what I told you about this
being the best position in which a woman’s g-spot is stimulated?”

A look of recollection appeared on the face and then answered, “Yes and
I'll ask you about that later. Meanwhile, can you demonstrate for a few
seconds how the man would move?”

And I thought to myself, 'Great, now she wants me to move! This is
torture! Maybe I should just go ahead and give it to her and get this
over with.' But then, that asshole who’s always right said to me, 'Calm
down. This is no time to take advantage of the situation. It wouldn't
be right. Remember, she's and old friend and all you are doing is
teaching her a few things she never had a chance to learn. Now try to
relax... and, keep your mind off her beautiful ass and on what you're
doing.' Then I thought to myself, 'Thanks buddy; that's a lot of
help!' I was being facetious.

About the same time I was thinking that, Gwen pushed herself upwards
causing my bulbous sex gland to bump her right on the love button.

Startled, she jerked suddenly and exclaimed, “What was that?”

“What was what?” I asked innocently, not sure whether she was taking
about the contact on her clit or my now bulging pleasure pole.

In a tone that seemed a mixture of both excitement and curiosity, Gwen
replied, “Where you just bumped on me, what was that?”

“I think that was your clitoris.”

At least I didn't have to admit it was my cock-head that she had found!

Bewildered, Gwen asked, “My what?”

“It has a name? I didn't know that it had a name. I just knew that
whenever I...” She stopped abruptly in mid-sentence. I think whatever
she was going to say she thought better of because her next words were,
“Is that supposed to happen? Is it supposed to tingle that way whenever
anything touches it?”

This time there was no mistaking what she was talking about. Not
knowing what to say, I gave it a moment's consideration and then replied...

“All I can tell you is that every woman I've ever known has responded
the same way. Does that answer your question?”

There was real excitement in her voice when next she asked, “What's it
feel like when something touches my, what was it you called it, g-spot?”

“Sorry, I don't know. That's one you're going to have to ask another
woman.” I said trying hard to hide my increasingly growing sexual

I probably didn't do a good job because Gwen responded with, “If you
don't mind, I'd like to try one more position before we'll stop and
check the laundry.”

“Okay, but I think we've gone over the ones I told you about, haven't
we?” I wasn't lying to her; I was simply too aroused to think straight.

She pulled away from me and said, “You're such a sport. Think you can
tell me about one last thing before we call it quits for tonight?”

One last thing? What's left? We've been in about every position there
is. Wondering what I could have forgotten, I said...

“Okay, but I don't remember missing anything. What is it?”

Then it occurred to me that I had completely forgotten about 'The Drum.'

With a very sly look on her face, Gwen asked, “What do you know about
something called sixty-nine?”

Chapter Six – Lesson Three: Oral Exams

What? Oral sex? I had been hoping it would come up.

I would have had no problem discussing it with her before we went skinny
dipping. But then Gwen became impatient and insisted that we start
going over sexual positions before our clothes dried. Then, to add
icing on the cake, she'd started getting playful while we were doing
so. When that happened, any intention I had of talking to her about
oral sex went straight out the window!

But sixty-nine? That was one position I didn't want to be in if she
became too curious and decided to start playing around again.

Perhaps if I do a good job of explaining it to her, she won’t have any
questions to ask and everything will be okay?

“Where did you hear about that?” I asked, surprised.

She giggled, “Bobbie.”


She laughed, “While we were in the kitchen.”

“Didn't you tell me you didn't know Bobbie well enough to talk to her
about sex?”

Laughing again, Gwen answered, “That's right. That's why I let her do
all the talking.”

'Bobbie must have done some talking!' I thought to myself as I tried to
figure out how I was going to explain oral sex to Gwen.

“What do you know about it?” I asked.

Gwen responded, “Nothing, Bobbie said I should ask you about it.”

“She did, did she? Remind me to take that up with her later.” I stewed
for a second and then began, “'Sixty-nine', unlike intercourse, is a
type of 'oral sex'. Unlike intercourse, the penis does not penetrate
either the vagina or, in the case of anal, sex the anus.”

She raised an eyebrow, “Anal sex?”

“Remind me to tell you about that later. Meanwhile, let's stay on subject.”

I continued...

“Oral sex is not done for procreation. It's done purely for the sexual
gratification of the recipient.

There are two basic types of oral sex. One is preformed on a man; it's
called fellatio. The other is preformed on a woman; that's call

In fellatio, the giver uses their mouth, and sometimes their hands, to
stimulate the sensitive areas of the penis I was telling you about earlier.

When cunnilingus is preformed, the giver uses their mouth, and sometimes
their hands to stimulate the sensitive areas of a woman's vagina.

Sixty-nine is when one person is laying down on the back with another
person on top of them, usually on all fours, and each person uses their
mouths to stimulate each other's genitals.”

Boldly, Gwen asked, “You seem to know a lot about it. Have you done it

“Yes.” I confessed.

And then she asked, “And you both enjoyed it?”

“Very much so.” I said honestly.

Then I heard her say, “Who's on top?” I thought I detected a bit of
excitement in her voice.

“Usually the woman.” I said abruptly.

Equally abruptly, she asked, “How does she get there?”

“That depends. If she's standing, she might kneel over him and then
crawl backwards until her face is over his penis. Or, she could just
stand directly over his face and carefully lower herself until her
vagina is close to his mouth. Either way, they end up in the same

I could see her thinking, Gwen asked, “It sounds complicated. Couldn't
somebody get hurt if she's not careful?”

“Yeah, but that rarely happens. She'd have to step on him or, even
worse, bite him.

Without a second's hesitation, Gwen said insistently, “You've convinced
me. It's far too complicated for words to explain. You're just going
to have to talk me through it one time. Otherwise, I might end up
maiming the first guy I do it with.”

“Look, you're making a whole lot more out of this than you need to.
It's not that hard!”

But instead of listening to reason, she crossed her arms and said
defiantly, “No. I know when to admit my limitations and this is one of
them. You're just going to have to show me.”

Let's face it; I gambled and lost. There was nothing left to do but
hope she didn't get too curious.

“As I told you before, one person is on the bottom and the other on
top. Most of the time, unless the woman is bigger than the man, he's on
the bottom.”

She rolled off the rug giving me room to lie down.

I did, placing my head on the head of the bear and using it like a
pillow. Then I said to her...

“If the person on the bottom is smart, they will use something to prop
up their head.”

Gwen asked, “Why do that? Why not just lay flat on your back?”

“Because it makes it easier to reach the other person's genitalia and
prevents neck strain.”

I'm not sure she totally understood it; but, whether she did or not,
Gwen asked, “Okay, what am I supposed to do now?”

“At this point, as I told you before, you have two choices. You can
either stand directly over my face and lower yourself into a kneeling
position; or, you can get on top of me in a 'reverse cowgirl' position
and slide yourself backwards. But if I were you, I’d do whatever I felt
most comfortable doing. ”

Very carefully, Gwen climbed on top of me. She was facing away from
with her legs were straddling my hips.

As she sat atop me with her womanhood pressing my shaft down onto my
belly, Gwen asked, “Now I'm supposed to start sliding backwards, right?”

“Yup!” I said as I looked at her well rounded ass.

'You know if you rise up a little I could...'

Her voice brought me back to reality, “What?”

“I didn't say anything.” Did I?

She leaned forward on all fours and began slowly moving towards me, Gwen
said, “I thought I heard something. It must have come from outside.”

As she did, the furrow of her pussy ran the entire length of my sex. I
could have sworn she was rubbing her clit on it the whole time.

My arms were at my sides forcing her to widen her legs and swat lower
every time she moved.

“You're getting awful close back here.” I informed her when her clit was
about two inches away from my mouth. I thought that maybe she might stop.

However, instead she continued, saying, “But my head's not quite over it
yet. I'm almost there... just a little bit farther.”

Finally Gwen stopped. However, after she did, her pussy was so close to
my mouth that I could have stuck my tongue out and licked it from top to
bottom without even moving my head.

“Satisfied now that you know how to do it without killing anyone?” I asked.

Hesitantly, she replied, “Yes. But...” and stopped.

“But what?” I asked wondering why Gwen hadn't climbed off me yet.

Finding her voice, she continued, “It's just, like I told you, I've
never seen one this close before. I'd kind of like to examine it for a
while. If you don't mind that is?”

Okay, so what was I going to say. You can't blame her for being
curious, can you? As long as she doesn't touch me, everything will be fine.

“Go ahead. Take your time.”

Elation in her voice, Gwen said, “Thanks. Okay, let me see if I
remember what you told me. This part is the 'Frenum' right?” Then I
felt what I thought was a finger gently run from the top of it to the

Even though it tingled a little, I thought to myself, 'That wasn't so
bad. I can handle that.'

Next she said, “This is the 'Corona' or crown, right?”

Once more, I felt the same gentle touch circle around it. And again I
thought to myself, 'That was nice, but nothing to worry about.'

Innocently, Gwen asked, “Hey, is it okay if I touch it? I just want to
see what it feels like for a second?”

Since she hadn't done anything that I considered sexual, I said...

“Just don't squeeze too hard, okay?”

As I felt her hand gingerly wrap around the base of my cock, she said
reassuringly, “Oh, don't worry, I'll be very gentle.”

Gwen held me there like that for several seconds.

To which Gwen responded, “And the gland is too?”

“The gland too!” I repeated.

When I felt her hand moving me around like a video game joystick I
realized she was trying to examine it from all angles.

She stopped and said, “Tell me, what's did you mean by stimulation?

I took another deep breath and reminded myself that the only reason Gwen
wanted to know was because she'd never had anyone explain it to her
before. After I counted to ten, I answered...

“Friction, like when something rubs it gently.”

Her hand still wrapped around me, Gwen asked, “What's it feel like?”

Then, for the tiniest fraction of a second, I thought I felt something
lightly caress the tip of my cock. However, it happened so fast that I
could be sure. She was waiting for my answer but I didn't know quite
what to say.

“It's kind of hard to explain.” I wasn't trying to be evasive. I
really didn't know how to describe it too her.

Then she asked, “What's it look like while it’s being stimulated?”

“I don't know, I wasn’t looking at the time.”

Impatiently she demanded, “If you can't describe it to me, how am I
supposed to know whether or not what I'm doing it right?” She paused.
It was almost a dramatic pause. Then she said, “Alright then, you tell
me when I'm doing something wrong and I'll stop.”

And before I could say anything one way or the other, she began moving
her hand slowly from the base of my cock to the crown.

For the first time all night, I was speechless. One reason was because
somewhere in the back of my mind I didn't think she'd do it; and, the
other was, after all that teasing, it felt so good I didn't want to say
anything that might make her stop.

I heard her say, “How does that feel? I'm not hurting you am I?”

“No, that feels good.” I told her. That familiar tingling started
running my pleasure pole.

She moved her hand a little faster, “How about now? Good or bad?”

“Good.” I said and the tingle became stronger.

I felt her tongue rolling around the head of my cock and after a few
seconds she stopped long enough to asked, “Good or bad?”

“Very good!” I told her energetically.

She did it a couple more times and as her hand continued moving up and
down asked, “Can you show me what a man normally does for a few
seconds? I just want to know for future reference.”

Translation: Eat me!

So let's think about this for a moment. There I was, stark naked and
laying on my back. On top of me was woman I'd always dreamed about,
also stark naked. Her hand, which was wrapped around my love muscle,
was moving most erotically up and down in a massaging motion. AS if
massaging me wasn't enough, every so often, she used her mouth to tease
the head of my cock in a most pleasurable manner. To top it off, less
than an inch away from my tongue was her love button, which she was
practically begging me to lick. So was I supposed to do?

Of course I did the only sensible thing... I placed my arms around her
hips, pulled her pussy right into my waiting mouth and proceeded to lick
her clit like there was no tomorrow.

The way she started squirming as soon as my tongue began rolling around
her joy buzzer told me she wasn't as prepared for it as she thought she was.

“FUCK!” She cried out after she momentarily removed her mouth from my

I was sucking on her love button at the time.

She rocked her pelvis a few times onto my face and then resumed sucking me.

When she was did that, I began lustfully licking my way up and down her
furrow of love.

Inexperienced or not, she was doing such a good job that I knew if I
didn't do something soon I would be cumming like a porn star... fast and

I pulled her even tighter to me; and then, I started alternating sucking
and licked her clit.

It worked! Gwen rose up her head, ceased moving her hand on my cock and
began writhing wildly.


What Gwen didn't know was that she was about to have her first orgasm.
I knew she was very close when her body began violently jerking in
response to every moment of my tongue.

Suddenly she screamed loudly and stopped moving completely and I could
tell she was deep in the midst of a powerful orgasm.

I kept moving my tongue until finally I felt her body collapse and heard
her say, “That's... that's enough. I can't take it anymore!”

I laughed.

After she had rested I said to her...

“Was this whole thing a setup?”

Like a girl caught with her hands in the cookie jar, Gwen confessed,
“Yes.” But before I could respond she added, “But I swear to God,
everything that I told you about Patty and me is true.”

Then, she rolled onto her back, opened her legs invitingly and said
seductively, “Let's try that '“Drum' position you were telling me about

With renewed self-confidence, I crawled slowly between Gwen's legs and,
without penetrating her, began running my manhood through the furrow of
her sex. I stayed like that for what must have been at least a minute
massaging her special play with my scepter of love.

But then Gwen wrapped arms around my neck and her legs around my waist
and then said, “Kiss me!”

She was insatiable.

Filled with erotic energy, we brought our mouths together and kissed
passionately. Her hard nipples pressed into my chest as our tongues
danced wildly in each other's mouths.

To my eternal joy, Gwen started raising her hips upward causing her sex
to cradle my manhood as she began moving for me and asked, “Am I doing
it right?”

“Perfectly honey.” I confessed. Then I asked, “Want me to move too so
you can find out what it's like?”

To which Gwen replied, “Would you?”

In response, mindful not to penetrate her, I began thrusting forward in
slow careful strokes.

She cooed and asked, “Think you can hit my clit again?”

“You mean like this?” I asked and drove my knobby gland further along
Gwen's love canal until I felt her squirm in response.

It didn't take to many repetitions before her breathing became labored.

Still gasping, Gwen replied, “Stop moving for a bit; I want to try
something. Let me know if it works.”

I did; and, before I could ask her what she was going to do, Gwen began
gently grinding the mouth of her pleasure portal all around the head of
my cock. “How's that feel?” She asked.

“Fantastic! Damn you're a fast learner!” I exclaimed because it really

Gwen said unexpectedly, “Why don't we try alternating movements? I’ll
go first and then you go next.”

And as planned, I drove forward making sure to hit her clit when I
reached the apex of my advance. It wasn't long before we got our timing
down and were rocking blissfully together. Gwen was enjoying it so much
that she started using her legs to pull me downward every time I thrust
my pelvis in her direction. At first everything seemed all right. But
then, we had a couple of 'near misses' that almost resulted in penetration.

“Be careful now.” I cautioned her. “That's really close to the...”

I was about to say 'entrance' when to, what I thought was both our
surprise, her clit landed forcefully right onto the blunt end of my
passion pole causing her to roll her hips upwards just as I was
thrusting downward.

“AHHH!” She cried out suddenly, when without warning, I was pulled hilt
deep into her hot, well lubricated pussy.

Before I had a chance to pull out of her, Gwen's legs dropped from
around my waist and wrapped behind my legs. They held me there locked
inside her in a vice like grip.

“I didn't do that!” I said as fast as I could.

As she held me tightly in her arms, Gwen exclaimed, “I did!”

“Oh!” I said stupidly. I honestly didn't know what else to say.

And without saying another word, I placed my lips on hers and kissed her
as passionately as I could. As soon as our tongues intertwined, Gwen's
grip on me loosed. When it did, I began slowly thrusting my manhood
into her.

She responded by softly moaning for me.

When she wrapped her legs around my hips again, I arched my back and
angled my thrust upwards.

She cried out suddenly, breaking our kiss as she did. “AHH! FUCK!

“That my dear is your g-spot.” I replied nonchalantly.

I could see her reflection in the sliding glass door. Her toes were
curling with every penetration I made into her.

About a minute later, between gasps and moans, she asked me, “Aren't you
going to stop soon?”

“Do you want me to?” I asked in confusion.

She responded, “No. It's just that Patty always stopped about now.
That's all.”

“Forget about him right now. This is the way it's really done. Relax
and let yourself enjoy it!” I instructed.

She was tight, tighter than any woman I had ever been with. She wasn't
tight in a bad way but rather tight in a good way. She felt so good and
it was so exciting that I was begging to wonder if I was going to cum first.


One look at her face told me she was getting close to orgasm.

“Let it happen.” I said soothingly. “It's nothing to be afraid of.”

The tingling in my cock got stronger and I could feel my balls begin to
tighten telling me I was close to my own orgasm. I didn't know how much
longer I could last. I had to send her over the edge now or I wouldn't
be able to fully enjoy the sight of her cumming. In desperation, I
pulled out suddenly and drove my hard knob against Gwen's clit. When I
reentered her, I started ramming as deep and fast as I could.

It worked, she opened her mouth and made that silent primordial scream
women have since the begging of creation. Then, almost violently, she
began writhing uncontrollably beneath me.

When she pulled my mouth to her and French kissed me erotically, it was
too much for me and sent me over the edge. Unable to hold back any
longer, I erupted inside her. For several seconds we lay there, our
bodies intertwined together and shared the rapture that was the finale
of our lovemaking.

I rolled off her and held her in my arms allowing her time to rest.

We lay like that for quite a while and then Gwen kissed me
passionately. When our lips parted, she said to me, “So that's what
I've been missing all these years!”

I nodded. Then I said...

“Remember, that's just one position out of many. Each feels different
from the others… some more, other less.”

Sometime later, after the towels dried, we showered together. It was
her first with a man.

Afterward, Gwen said to me, “Despite what you might have thought all
these years, I knew in high school how you felt about me.” Then she
asked, “Why didn't you try to stop me from marring Patty?”

“I honestly thought you loved him.”

She nodded, “Do you still care as much for me as you did back then?”

“I never stopped.” Then I decided to take a chance and asked her, “What
about you, how do you feel about me?”

Her voice beginning to crack, Gwen replied, “Joel, there hasn't been a
day gone by that I haven't thought about you. Do you think we can try

I kissed her. It was all the answer she needed.


And that's how Gwen and I began our life together.

I loved teaching her about sex as much as she loved learning. She was
so eager to learn that it wasn't long before Gwen caught up with me.
When that happened, we started looking for new things for us to do
together. We both enjoy surprising each other; and, not once since we
got together have we ever been bored. But then, I love her and she
loves me. Neither of us are spring chickens, but we're not over the
hill either. Being older and more experienced has made our sex life
better than it would have had we hooked up back in high school.

I asked Gwen once whether she regretted all those years that she was
married to Patty. She told me no and that they just made the life she
has with me more exciting. You know what? I believe her!

I had to go through two bad marriages to find the love of my life; and,
Gwen had to endure a hell that I can't even begin to imagine. But all
that's behind us now. For us, our life together has just started.

The End
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