Teach Me [COMPLETED✔]

9

Chris

It was a fucking debate between my head and my dick.

My head screamed child but it also screamed woman. And my dick only cared that it was a vagina, one that it knew had never been touched by anyone else. Or so much as explored by the owner.

I was going crazy thinking about her.

Shit, it was weird. Weird that I looked at her on a daily basis and feeling my own pants tightened at the sight of her. I had resisted so much temptation, but I was a man. And in those brief moments, I gave in to my guilty pleasure and sinful thoughts. I gave in to think about her as I jacked off.

To think about her pink lips, her soft legs. Her perky breast. To think about that innocent mouth wrapped around my dick. Knowing I would be the only one to have been inside of her, to taint her. To claim her. The thought was so appealing that I had to control my own actions when she was around.

I couldn't just pull her to me and fuck her. No. I needed to be slow with her, because I knew she was inexperienced. But seriously, a hand in her thigh was nothing. Innocent touches, as she said. But it was so much to me, to feel it's softness. And here I was again, thinking about her again.

Imagining those legs wrapped around my waist, her body underneath mine. Feeling all her flesh, smelling her and wrapping her in my arms. To protect her and hide her, to keep to myself.

I closed my laptop, needing to cool off. To see that line that should never be crossed for millions of reasons.

I walked around, distracting myself. Going back to work, to look over files. And it would have worked, but I felt her. And the words out of her mouth left me speechless. Rattled.

Aspen

I was going to do it.

I felt rebellious, all that debate going on in my head vanished. The doubt, the weirdness was nothing but mist. I had looked at it from many angles, taken out the pros and cons. And so far I had more pros than cons, so I was going to do it. I must admit I was a little nervous about asking, afraid of the answer.

"Chris can I ask you something?" I asked tentatively as I walked into his study. I skimmed my eyes around his office before settling on him, seeing a human size skeleton in the corner. Diplomas lining the wall, shelves full of thick books. Curtains pulled open, illuminating him as he sat behind his desk.

Chris shut his laptop, motioning for me to take a seat across from him. I did so with shaking legs, my heart drumming in me. I couldn't help but to fidget with my hands. "I know this is going to sound weird. But you have to understand. You are the only one I trust," my voice was soft, scared. I couldn't do this.

I was going to back down.

"What are you talking about?" He asked me, seeing him lean forward. Keen interest in his voice, in his grey eyes.

I took in a deep breath, "You know I was in Catholic School?-" He nodded. "And you know how my mother told you to teach me about life?" He nodded again, slowly as of remembering that day.

"And you remember how she made you promise that you would take care of me? And show me anything I didn't know?" They weren't her exact words, but it was something along those lines. And the truth, I had been there when she made him promise that. Promise her that he would take care of me, that he would show me the ways of life. Protect me.

"I need you to teach me about sex," I rushed out quickly. My heart hammering, hands shaking, cheeks staining red as I said that.

He lifted an eyebrow, each word clipped. "There's a whole bunch on the internet."