Page 9 of The Virgin Playboy

“Let’s go to my room,” she encouraged, as my pulse was racing a little faster than normal. She was older, so there was surely an expectation that this wouldn’t be like past hookups, where I could stop at just kissing and there’d be no hard feelings.

In the beginning, I’d only ever asked out ex-Mormons, or women considering leaving the church. That had made the expectation to not have sex a lot easier, but the further I paved my own way, the more I considered nevermo partners, or people who had never grown up LDS.

It made it challenging, especially when a woman wanted to go further than I was comfortable at the time—or maybe the lack of comfort came from her, or the fact I didn’t see a future with her, and I wasn’t going to use a woman’s body for my personal gain, even if it would’ve given me experience, that I now worried not having would bite me in the bum.

“All night, I’ve been wondering what that mouth do,” she managed through the kiss, our bodies found their way stretched out along her mattress, as we instinctively kicked off our shoes without missing a beat.

It was like my lips were made for her or something, because for the life of me, I couldn’t pull away. In an awkward tumble for comfort, she had managed to roll on top of me, a position I rather much preferred.

It wasn’t as easy to touch, hold or feel her in the same way when she was buried underneath me, and while I had no sense of what her body looked like, reaching in and touching her hips, even over her clothes, kept me in a constant state of guessing.

“You’re so friggin’ beautiful, Jaqueline⁠—”

“Mmm…take this off,” as she rushed to separate me from both the jumper I’d thrown on during the ride here and polo underneath. My heart was doing triple axels right now, but something felt...I don’t know, right about this.

“What are you thinking?” asking as both someone who didn’t want to press on unless she wanted to, and also as someone who wasn’t sure where next was supposed to go.

“Honestly, I could really go for some head right now,” she purred through a bit lip, as my hesitation must have made her feel the need to explain herself.

“It’s okay if you don’t go down on me. I know not everyone does, but it’s really hard for me to climax with someone I don’t know very well, especially with P-in-V sex, so eating pussy just ensures I actually climax. Because it’s not always guaranteed,” she rightfully defended. “I can always whip out my bullet—” as she reached for with disappointment.

“Actually, it’s not that. I just…I’m a bit rusty,” juggling with whether I should lead with the truth or downplay my lack of experience. I did understand the mechanics of it. My tongue goes to her nether regions, her nether regions gets excited, her body experiences pleasure. But most of what I’d witnessed of it was porn, and having battled a porn addiction from my late teens to early twenties, I’d never had a reputable teacher.

“Well, if that’s all you’re worried about, I have no problem helping you back on the saddle,” she cooed.

“Should I…” waiting for her to give me some sort of instruction or corrective action she’d like me to take before she laughed under her breath and admitted, “You’re cute.”

“Put your hands here,” she joked, placing my hands on each of her hips, as she lifted them to allow me the ease of slipping off her stockings, and then her knickers down past her ankles.

Leaning in to kiss her before I did anything, I reveled in her sweet, gentle mouth, giving me the confidence to quietly snake down, trailing kisses on the outside of her clothes, until I reached her inner thighs.

I didn’t know how to explain it, because we both technically had brown skin, but hers was different somehow. Maybe it was because her skin was so soft. Or perhaps it had to do with knowing she was so different from me, and she actually liked my skin, that admiring her skin made me less insecure about my own.

Either way, I was blimmin’ nervous, I was relieved I wasn’t showing it, because I really wanted to give Jaqueline a good time. “You, are so freaking pretty,” kissing her knees open, taking my time to get to the center.

“You and your efforts not to swear are strangely cute,” she giggled. “I’m sure I could get a swear out of you.”

I hadn’t thought she’d noticed that. Swearing or not swearing weren’t really efforts that I made, more like, I’d grown up with so many alternatives to profanity, I had access to this whole other language.

Listening to secular music broke those habits, as I'd certainly never avoided shit or fuck after stubbing a toe. Especially in America. But it didn’t take away the fact I have this myriad of options that just came out depending on the situation. She must’ve noticed the shift, as she reigned back, assuming she had offended me.

“I'm only kidding, Graham,” she said, pulling my hair away from my face, instant regret in her glance. “You just seem, somewhere else. Everything okay?” As I answered her question teasing kisses down the sides of each of her inner thighs, until there was nothing left to kiss but her sex.

My only real fear was that given my past addiction, she’d look like the warped view I was trying not to normalize, so I was a little relieved to find that while she was trim, it wasn’t bald like I mentally prepared myself it might.

Her body actually reminded me of a woman’s, and the contrast between the color of her skin against the arousal dripping from her lips was downright mesmerizing. “You have a really sexy pussy,” I admitted, reaching in to tease her with a kiss. This was officially the furthest I’d ever gone, and none of the shame or guilt I assumed might be associated with it came.

She rolled up her skirt a bit to get a better view of me, but that just made me a little more eager, because now it was just me and those juicy lips. I laughed at the sounds of her whimpers, every time I lined my tongue against her sex.

I knew you weren’t supposed to rush this kind of thing, so I was opting with subtle teasing until I was sure she could handle more. “Don't be shy, she already likes you,” which in turn made me smile more into it, knowing that if I kept teasing her, she’d be so turned on, she might not notice my lack of experience.

“I'm sure she does,” I hummed into her sex, trying to decide if I was putting enough pressure, or what I enjoyed the most about it, the taste, the scent or the texture. Exploring a person with your mouth in theory seemed really hot, but in practice, you were doing a healthy combination of guessing and trial by fire. It was strangely a lot more intimate than I prepared myself for.

“You have such pretty eyes,” she wisped, running her fingers through my hair, relaxing into it enough to admit she liked that I was taking my time.

She didn’t see that my patience came more from my experience level, and I was just relieved I wasn’t embarrassing myself. Taking turns between sucking her clit and lapping at her folds, she winced at the rhythm change, forcing me to ask if I was doing something wrong? “Am I hurting you?”

“No, it's just…I liked what you were doing before. It threw me off when you changed it up,” she was brave enough to admit.