Sex Education

Better The Devil You Know

AN: Self-love warning! I know this story is rated M, but I've put x's before the racy part so folk can skip on if they wish. I've been a bit lazy doing that in my last few fics, sorry. N. x

Mary felt even more stupid than the last time she'd stood on Liam Gallagher's doorstep. At least the last time, she hadn't been carrying a punnet of strawberries.

Liam opened the door and smiled upon seeing the strawberries that he took from her.

"Great. You remembered. Come on then." He said, leaving the door open for her.

Mary noticed he'd changed today. No paint splattered overalls. A smart polo top and jeans. He looked nice if she was honest.

Mary was ushered into the living room where a flipchart now stood in front of the small telly and fireplace. It looked like it got pulled out for pictionary at Christmas. There were some faint scribbles visible from previous pages. Liam brought her a cup of tea, which she thanked him for as she sat awkwardly on the edge of his sofa, hunched forwards wishing a little bit that she could just dissappear. 

Liam placed his own mug of tea, the punnet of strawberries, a plate, and a knife down on the table.

Mary felt nervous butterflies flutter in her stomach. Where was this going?

"Right...first off, let's establish what you already know, yeah?"

Mary nodded shyly.

"Do you know how sex works?" He asked plainly.

Mary was blown away by his matter of fact way of stating things. There was no attempt to be subtle. She appreciated that.

Mary nodded.

Liam smiled encouragingly.

"Good. But the sex you probably know about...that's just one tiny part. Do you know about the...other stuff... that normally happens before sex?"

Mary hesitated, frowning. Before sex? All she'd seen in her biology textbooks was the diagram of the man's penis inside the woman's vagina. In bits of telly or films, she shouldn't have been watching she'd seen the man moving on top of the woman, her legs spread for him and some moaning. That was all there was to it. Before that? There was no before. Was there?

Liam took her prolonged silence as a no.

"Right, well, we've got a lot to cover then. Let's start at the beginning. Lesson 1. Know yourself."

Liam took one of the strawberries and cut it in half. He sat at the opposite end of the sofa and faced her. He showed her the now exposed inside of the strawberry.

"Right, so this is your...well...y'know. I don't wanna get too graphic about it, and that alright."

Mary blushed as she looked at the shape of the cut strawberry, wondering how she'd never realised it resembled a vagina before. She smiled nervously at Liam's surprising attempt at being a gentleman. By all accounts, she'd assumed he'd revel in being as vulgar as possible. Perhaps she was wrong about him.

"But it's a strawberry." She stated dumbly.

Liam rolled his eyes.

"Look for the point of today. Just imagine it isn't all right."

Mary nodded.

"So...look before you start having sex with someone, you should figure out what feels good for you. That way, it's easier to guide the fella to what feels nice."

Maggie frowned.

"Guide the fella?... but don't they just know what to do? On telly they just know and the woman is just like...screaming beneath them."