School of Sex - Episode 8

She took me there slowly. No rush. She’d bring me close—tongue pressed firm, then gone. Fingers curling just right, then nothing. My body learned the pattern before my brain did. I stopped begging. Started riding it. When the edge came I let it wash through me, let the tremor settle, then pulled her back in. Again. Again. Each time I came back sharper, wetter, needier. Later, alone with that want still humming under my skin, I thought about women. Not the polite idea. The real one. The curiosity I’d carried since college—how another woman’s mouth might move, how her hands would feel, how the softness of her breasts might press against mine. I kept the thought locked, but it slipped out anyway. In the dark I pictured it. My legs spread. Her body above me. The same control I’d learned, only now she was teaching me too. No cock between us. Just heat. Just hands. Just the wet sound of two women taking their time until neither of us could hold back.