She takes the packaging from me and looks at it. “And it’s made by Vixen, so maybe it will seduce you into a good ride.”
My laugh is sudden and strong. I never would have guessed a comeback like that would come from her. “Fair enough,” I say, taking back the tube and twisting it open. I take out the dildo, and am pleasantly surprised by the feel. It’s soft, with the give of skin, but with resistance like a real dick.
I reach out, taking Mayra by the shoulder and bringing her closer, face to face. I hold the dildo in front of me, facing out just
like a real penis would. Though I keep it in front of my stomach. I don’t want her hands anywhere near my actual cock since it seems eager to be hard whenever I look at her. I raise an eyebrow in question. “Ready?”
She huffs out a breath. “Sure.”
I’m not sure why she’s so nervous, but I’m not going to ask questions. “Okay, I’ll use Mayra to show a couple examples of how to get a guy going like this. First thing—dicks aren’t nearly as fragile as you think. Don’t be afraid to use some pressure. We like that.” I reach out for Mayra’s hand, and for the first time since she came up here she looks me in the eye. I see what I couldn’t from a distance, her eyes are green. A warm green that’s beautiful, complimenting her skin and making her face come alive. She looks so unsure, and I wonder what made her so nervous over something like this. Someone as gorgeous as she is and with a comeback that fast doesn’t get nervous over a hand job—especially a fake one. I give her my best charming smile, taking her hand, and wrapping it around the dildo in my hand.
I desperately try not to imagine her hand wrapped around my real cock, and fail miserably. I take a moment to grit my teeth and will my dick under control. “This is a pretty safe way to go if you’re unsure.” I keep my hand on top of hers, slowly moving her hand back and forth over the dildo. “Use your whole hand to pull along the shaft, from base to tip and back. There’s hundreds of variations on this. Squeeze.” I squeeze her hand beneath mine. “Twist your hand while you move.” I twist her hand.
“You can isolate a couple fingers in a circle to stroke the head,” I say. “That’s fun. Or use both hands.” I pull Mayra’s other hand up to join, wrapping her fingers around so the bright dildo almost disappears. She looks up at me, and we’re close enough that I see her pupils dilate. I would give almost anything to know what she’s thinking right at this second.
“Okay,” I say. “Pair up and practice. Take turns holding and stroking.” I hear a few scattered giggles at that. “I’ll come around in a couple minutes and give you pointers.”
I look down at Mayra, moving my hands back so I’m only holding the base of the dildo. “Why don’t you give it a try?” I say softly. A soft blush comes to her cheeks, but she doesn’t say no. Instead, she slowly starts to move her hands up and down the colorful dick. Way too slowly. “You’re nervous.”
She looks up at me, startled. “No.”
“Liar,” I say. “You don’t have to be nervous.”
“I’m not,” she insists, backing up a step. I guide her back with a hand on her elbow, and she jumps at the contact.
“Then why are you jerking off this cock at the speed of driving Miss Daisy?” I ask. “You can go faster than that.” Her eyes narrow a little, but she does speed up. But I can tell she’s barely touching it. I wrap my hand around hers again, matching her speed, forcing her to grip the dildo with more strength. “The cock isn’t made out of glass. You can give it a good beating.”
Something sparks in her eyes, and she tries to pull her hands off the dildo. I don’t let her. “This isn’t anything like doing it on the real thing,” she says.
“Well then,” I say softly, “maybe you should use your imagination.” I glance down at the dildo between us, and I sense that there’s something there holding her back. “Trust yourself to be in the moment. You’re a beautiful woman, and any man would kill to have your hands on him. Nothing is sexier than confidence, so take a minute to imagine it and know that for as long as you’re touching him, you own his pleasure.” I give her a grin, “Or, if that doesn’t work, that Mustang you’re holding is pretty close to my size. Well…” I look again, “not quite my size.”
Mayra flushes bright red. It colors her skin from her neck to the roots of her hair, and again I wonder what exactly she’s thinking. She looks up at me again, and there’s heat in those eyes now. I can just imagine how they would look—how much heat there would be in them—while I’m making her moan.
“Philip, can we get you over here?” The voice of the brunette breaks into my thoughts, and Mayra jerks away from me, going back to her seat.
There’s more to her than meets the eye, that’s for sure. I’m glad I said yes to teaching this class now, but I’ll be even more grateful when it’s over and there’s time for a better conversation. One on one.
4
Mayra
I practically stumble back to my chair, my entire body vibrating with tension and anxiety and arousal. If I thought that imagining being with him was powerful, being close to him was so much worse. More than that, every time he touched me it felt like my skin came alive, tingles running across it. I never wanted him to stop, and at the same time I did, because having him help me jerk off a dildo was mortifying. A dildo that’s still in my hand.
I look at the brightly colored dildo and blush all over again. For as long as you’re touching him, you own his pleasure. The minute he said that I imagined it was his cock that I was holding, that I was giving him that pleasure, and I was more than a little embarrassed by how much I liked that thought. How I got wet just thinking about it. Looking at it now, I imagine taking him in my hand, performing those same motions on him, watching his eyes flutter closed as I squeeze him. A shock of yearning goes through me, unexpected and strong. I want him.
And that’s terrifying.
He’s currently helping the girl in the front row who was flirting with him in the front row. I’d have to walk past him again to put the dildo back, and I don’t know if my body could handle being that close to him again. I slip it in my purse, wanting the temptation of imagination out of my hand. I’ll put it back before I leave. I watch as Philip moves to a woman behind me, smiling and guiding her through the same motions he did with me. I think about what it would be like to have those hands on me again, only not just on my hands, but everywhere.
An idea blooms in my mind. It’s probably really stupid, given the reason I’m here, but you know what? Sometimes you need to be stupid. And I think my kind of stupid is having a hot one-night stand with the sex professor. He definitely seemed interested, the way he kept looking at me, the way he touched and teased me. And he’s not looking at anyone else like that. Sure, he’s helping them and goofing off, but it’s not intense like it was with me. If I play my cards right, I know I can take him home. This is the part I’m good at. The flirtation, the beginning. Even if I ruin it with the sex, maybe this is what I need to help me shake off Bryan. Besides, Philip looks like he’s good enough in bed that he can make up for how terrible I am. A terrible mix of anxiety and anticipation settles in my gut.
He looks up right then, locking eyes with me. A slow smile spreads across his face, and this time I smile back. Yeah, this could be fun. Only one night, and that’s it. I’m going to be a total cliché hitting on the sex teacher, but I don’t care. I need this.
I wait as Philip makes his way around the room, giving attention to everyone who needs it, but I feel his eyes on me in-between. I barely manage not to stare at him, sneaking glances when I know he’s looking away. I feel another burst of nervousness, and push it down. I’m not going to talk myself out of this. For once, I’m going to be spontaneous. For once, I’m going to do something that’s probably a mistake.
By the time he’s seen everyone, the time allowed for the class is coming to a close. Philip heads up to the front of the room. “So we’re almost out of time,” he says, “but I’ll be back the day after tomorrow for part 2, provided Christa is still sick. Leave the dildos here on the table, and let me know if you have any questions on the way out.”
There’s a smattering of applause, and the scraping of chairs as everyone gets to their feet. I stay seated, wanting to wait until everyone leaves to ask him if he wants to get a drink. It takes a few minutes, the women trickling out, some fabricating questions so they can talk to Philip longer. I can’t blame them—not anymore when I’m going to do the same exact thing. Finally, the last woman is asking him a question, and I stand. I hang back near the wall, not wanting to intrude,
but wanting to let him know I’m here. It’s a fine balance.
As soon as she leaves, he turns to me. “You’re still here.”
“I am.”
“I expected you to be the first one out of the room. I guess you’re not nervous anymore.” He’s in front of me now, crowding into my space. I take a step back and press against the wall. His body brushes against mine, and that heat sparks through me again, igniting my skin and reminding me of how badly I want him to touch me.
I take a deep breath to clear my head, pressing down my anxiety and focusing on what I want. “I decided being nervous wasn’t in my best interest. Especially if I want to learn.”
“I think you could be a good student,” he says, gently pressing me against the wall. “I’d be willing to give you a private lesson. In whatever carnal subject you want.”
I feel the brush of his fingers against my hand, and he raises my wrist to his lips, sucking gently at my skin. I realize just how wet I am again as it feels like he’s sucking directly on my clit. A small sound comes from me, in the back of my throat, and Philip smirks at me. He knows just how much I want him right now, and I don’t care. I need this, I want him to fuck me senseless, just so I can forget.
I can feel his cock against my leg, hard inside his jeans, and I’m glad I wasn’t wrong about him wanting me too. “I think you could be a good teacher,” I say, “and I’ll let you choose as many subjects as you like.”
His eyes flare, and he slips a hand around the back of my neck. Our faces are so close that we’re sharing breath, and I know he’s about to kiss me. God, I want him to kiss me. It’s been so long since I kissed anyone but Bryan, the guy I’m not supposed to be thinking about. “I just hope I don’t need too many lessons,” I say. Maybe if I make that caveat he won’t be as horrified by my lack of sexual skill.