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the tight pink tank top I was wearing over my head, revealing a new white lace bra with a little yellow bow right in the crease between my breasts. Then I stood up and slid my denim shorts down to the floor, happy that I had worn the lacy white panties that matched the bra, just in case. I lowered myself back on top of him. Placing my face right in front of his but refusing to play the kissing game anymore, I rubbed my body up and down against his and sucked on his neck a little. He sat still, with me on top of him, clearly working hard to contain himself.
    I felt his hands reach for the clasp on the back of my bra and relief washed over me. “Yes, please,” I whispered, struggling to catch my breath. But just as my bra fell to my waist, he moved back against the couch cushion, pushing away from me. He shook his head and I opened my eyes wide.
    “Enough teasing, Rick. It’s enough. The kissing was perfect. That’s all I wanted. That’s all I need. I’m ready. Please.”
    His eyes lifted from my breasts, which were erect with desire.
    Looking into me, he let out a long breath before speaking. “I asked you to teach me. I meant everything. Not just kissing. Whatever you want from me. But you have to do it. You have to show me.”
    I swallowed hard and nodded.
    Easing myself onto the other end of the couch, I laid on my back and stretched out my body, now bare except for my panties.
    I motioned for him to come to me, which he did. As he sat down next to me, I took his hand in mine and positioned his thumb and forefinger around my left nipple. It swelled as I took my own hand away.
    “Squeeze,” I said. “Not too hard, just a little.” He obeyed.
    He played and experimented for a while, as I let him know what I liked best by moaning with enthusiasm. Appearing pleased when a certain move elicited sounds of ecstasy, he moved to provide the same pleasure to my right nipple.
    When his fingers were no longer enough for me, I positioned his face just above my chest and licked my lips.
    “Show me how,” he said. I must have looked confused.
    He grinned and lifted his shirt above his head and threw it on the floor, leaning back.
    Moving my mouth to his nipples, I tried to demonstrate what I liked best, taking breaks to look into his eyes, silently thanking him.
    When he seemed sufficiently educated, we traded places and he toyed with my nipples exactly the way I showed him.
    When I couldn’t stand it any longer, I moved his head away from my breasts. He removed my panties one leg at a time and spread my legs apart.
    “You’re still teaching me,” he said as he moved his face down lower.
    “But how? I can’t…”
    “Just say ‘yes’ or ‘no’.”
    I nodded and leaned my head back.
    At first, it felt perfect. His circling tongue made me squirm and the timing of his up and down motion brought me just to the brink but then his lips were involved and it was too much. The pressure was almost painful. I normally wouldn’t have said anything, but he had asked. How could I deny him?
    “No,” I whispered softly. “It was… it was better before. Not so hard.”
    He immediately went back to what he had been doing just prior to the discomfort and I felt myself ease back into the pleasure. Before long, my body tensed and I let out the cry he knew so well as the waves washed over me. But instead of moving to take off his pants as he usually did at this point, he kept going, over and over until I had cried out four more times. Still, he went back again and I had to push him away.
    “No. No more. It’s too sensitive now. It may even be too sensitive for me to be able to…”
    “It’s okay. We don’t have to do anything more. I got my lesson.”
    “No way.” I glared at him. “Uh-uh.”
    I tore at the button on his jeans and ripped them off, along with his gray boxer briefs.
    He sat back and I put a couch pillow under my knees as I positioned myself on the floor in front of him, looking up at his face.
    “Now you