How to Ride
- 4 days ago
- 4 min read
Just the Sex by Arbor Findley
824 words
This story contains: queer, trans & nonbinary, contemporary romance, firsts, blowjob, toys
She said she would teach me, give me private lessons, show me how to fuck.
At my graduation, when my professor slid me a tiny piece of paper with her address on it, I didn’t hesitate. She knew who I was, what I wore proudly under my jeans; I'd seen her staring at it throughout the semester. I would purposely adjust my strap-on when I knew she was looking, one time causing her to drop a book.
I was inexperienced. I'd only fucked a couple of classmates in the bathroom stalls—quick and nasty. I needed someone to show me how to fuck a real woman.
I arrived on time, just like I was arriving to class. She answered the door, naked, backlit by soft lamplight, and already glistening between her thighs. My mouth dropped. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
As she pulled me inside the apartment, her thumb traced the line of my jaw. “Oh, my beautiful stud,” she murmured, her voice like smoke. “I’m going to teach you everything. You just need to trust me.”
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