‘Will you teach me about sex?’
‘WHAT THE FUCK?’ my mind screamed as I looked across the breakroom table and away from my email to see Meghan looking directly into my eyes.
‘Ummm excuse me what exactly did you say?’ I asked.
Meghan obviously embarrassed and nervous said again ‘Will you teach me about sex?’.
Now I’m really confused. Here’s this barely 18 year old extremely attractive young girl asking me a question I have absolutely zero reference to.
A little back story on me. I’m ‘fuck you ‘rich. I had a couple of lucky breaks in life such as investing in Google heavily early pretty much on a dare and coming up with a design program that revolutionized the industry I was in. I got tired of the rat race and moved to a very small town and decided to live simple and not ‘show off’ my wealth and, in fact, make it look like I was a poor working class guy so I didn’t have to deal with putting on airs or running with the rich and shameless. I’d had enough of that in my late 20’s and just wanted to chill out for the most part in my day to day life. For my ‘fun’ times I had a slew of contacts in the high end swinging community (I craved the simple life but I wasn’t dead yet). So on my weekends off from my ‘job’ I’d head into the big city and hang with my swinger friends seeing what kind of trouble I could get into. It was a fun dichotomy of life. Now why was I slinging groceries for a minimum wage job? Well pretty simple really. A couple of years of pretty much doing nothing other than surfing the internet, going to parties on the weekends, and long hours of solitude and I was bored. I needed to do SOMETHING to get out and interact with people. Quite frankly I was bored, soft, and had reached the end of the internet. I needed human interaction with real people so I got a job at the local grocery store. It was physical enough to keep me fit and just getting to know and work with real people was actually fun to me.
‘Teach you what Meghan?’ I asked.
‘Teach me about sex’ she said chewing on her lower lip.
I looked around the break room. We were alone and nobody was coming and I had no idea where she was going with this so I asked ‘Don’t they teach you that in high school?’.
‘Well yes’ she said ‘but it’s all books and how not to get pregnant or how to not catch a disease. I need to know what real sex is all about’.
‘Meghan I don’t know what I can do about that’ I said ‘I guess you’re going to just learn the old fashioned way. Frankly I don’t think this conversation is appropriate between you and I’.
‘Stop it please. I’m 100% serious here’ she hissed ‘I’m going off to college next year, I’m a virgin, and I’m scared to death about what I know is eventually going to happen no matter what. I don’t want to learn on my own with a bunch of fumble fingered boys that are just trying to get their rocks off. I want to learn about sex and how to be good at it so I can actually enjoy it instead of being a cum dump for a local jerk’ . Her eyes were shimmering with tears now. ‘You’re always so nice to everyone even us young kids and with your stories about traveling and your club life I figured you would know more about it than anybody. I want you to teach me about sex. Real sex not just books and talk’.
Was I hearing her right? Was this young girl who was barely 18 actually asking me to fuck her? This absolutely had to be a set up and I have to admit I had enjoyed a passing fantasy or two about her. But that would be normal for any heterosexual guy. Honey blonde hair to her waist, large B or small C cups, an angelic face with full pouty lips, a thin waist and flat tummy that flared out to great hips and a tight little butt. Ya I had considered it. I had to think fast because if this blew up in my face I was finished in this town and I loved my life the way it was. Fortunately I was always a quick thinker and the basis of a plan formed in my mind.
‘Meghan’ I said a bit sternly ‘if you’re serious about this I think you need to talk to a friend of mine. She’s very open and very understanding. If, after you’ve talked to her, you are serious then we can talk and see where that goes but I really think you should talk to her. Here’s her address. I’m going to call her and tell her you’ll be there shortly after you get off this afternoon. Go see her and talk to her. She’s a friend and very discrete. Let me know how it goes’.
Of course the address I gave her was mine. We were definitely going to have a talk away from work. While I didn’t want to manipulate this girl I did want to help her and it was an opportunity I was going to have a very hard time passing up.
Over the next four hours I did a lot of thinking and came up with a plan to keep both of us safe and discrete but, if she was 100% serious, I would teach her about sex. All aspects of it. And how to always enjoy it no matter what.
I got home, took a quick shower, tossed on a pair of sweats and a t shirt and waited. My driveway was very long, gravel, and couldn’t be accessed without a gate code (which I had written down for her) so I wasn’t worried about random people showing up.
About 30 minutes after I got out of the shower I heard the ‘beep’ that announced that the gate had been activated. I checked my cameras and it showed Meghan pulling up the driveway alone with no cars on the main road so I was pretty sure she was alone. Boy was she in for a surprise.
I watched carefully as she walked up to the door to be 100% sure she was alone. Then I heard her knock. Of course my dogs went nuts and I had to quietly hustle them out back then I walked to the front door and opened it.
The look on her face when she saw me was one of confusion and surprise which was my intent. I wanted to keep her a little off balance for the coming conversation so I could trip her up if this was some kind of teenage set up.
‘Meghan’ I said with a smile ‘come in’.
She stepped into the hallway and I ushered her to the living room offering her a seat on the couch. I asked her if she wanted a drink and she wanted a bottle of water, understandable. She was obviously nervous and very confused so I decided to start the conversation.
‘Meghan’ I said ‘I lied to you. I didn’t want you to know you were coming to my place just in case you got a case of the teenage blabs. I don’t invite people here because I value my privacy and my solitude but I wanted to continue the conversation away from work and potentially prying eyes and ears. So I want you to repeat what you asked me today. If you have changed your mind we can talk about what made you say it. If you are serious we can discuss how to proceed. I want you to know that I’m going to record our conversation for my protection and yours because this is quite possibly the most serious decision you’ve made in your life to date. So do you want to repeat what you told me at work today or do you just need an older and more experienced friend to talk to?’
She sat there for a minute thinking things over and I think gathering her courage then she said ‘I want you to teach me about sex. I’m going to college this fall and I’ve never so much as let a boy touch me. I’ve been thinking and feeling more and more about going ahead and doing it but I don’t want to be bad at it and I don’t want to learn about it in the back seat of some clumsy guy that will run around town the next day bragging about it’.
‘Fair enough but why me? I’m old enough to practically be your grandfather and I’m not particularly good looking. I’m sure there are plenty of college aged or even 30 year old guys in town that if you acted interested would both have sex with you and are mature enough to be reasonably discreet about it’.
‘Because you’re you. You’re always so nice to everyone but there’s something about you that’s different. The guys I go to school you work with told me about your past like it’s a legend or something. You were a somewhat famous DJ, you traveled all over the country, you’ve met stars, raised a child on your own. They all look up to you. Then there’s the way you treat all of us girls at work. Not like an uncle or a father but you make us feel safe when you walk us to our cars at night and look out for us. Every girl there has a little bit of a crush on you but you never flirt or hit on us like every other guy of all ages there at least try to do. You’re different and I bet you’ve had lots of sex so you probably know a lot about it. We all wonder why you’re not married or ever seem to date but you never even crack the door for anyone to explore. I have to admit I’ve thought about you sometimes when I’m, um, alone and horny and that fantasy has built up. I know you’d never hurt me and would protect me so over the last few months I built up my courage and today it just came flying out when we were finally totally alone. I’m so embarrassed and please don’t think bad of me. I just want to learn and I want you to teach me’.
I sat as if considering but of course I’d already made up my mind so I reached for my phone and the script I’d written for her but before handing it to her I wanted to push one more time to be sure she was 100% serious and could keep her mouth shut.
‘I’m inclined to help you Meghan but I want you to understand the ground rules. I will teach you all about sex. The theoretical, the practical, and the philosophical. But I want you to understand that you will be doing things you’ve never thought you’d do. If we agree to this you are not allowed to say ‘no’ or hesitate at any time. Whatever I arrange for you to do you will do. Now there’s a reason I want you to give me this kind of control. If I’m going to teach you about sex I am going to push your limits. You’re young and some of the things that you may think are ‘icky’ or ‘gross’ now will be things you’ll want to try later in life and may not have the opportunity. The reasons vary. You may marry a guy that is set that he doesn’t want to help you with a fantasy because he thinks it’s ‘icky’ or ‘gross’. You may have kids that you can’t let yourself go around. The reasons for why I need total control vary but those are the basics. If we do this you’re going to get a good all around education about sex and all of the different things people do. I will never hurt you nor allow you to be hurt. I will be discrete and protect your privacy. I will be stern but kind to you. Think of me as one of your soccer coaches. They push you beyond the limits you think you have to make you a better player. If you cooperate with me fully when you go to college and you decide to have sex with some guy you’ll wind up making him your bitch. Do you agree to all of what I’ve just said?’
She sat there thinking and absorbing my words for a few minutes then looked up at me straight into my eyes and said ‘yes. Please Mr. Q I want you to teach me all about sex. Theoretical, philosophical, and practical. I’m 100% sure I want to do this’.
I stared into her blue green eyes for a minute then handed her the script I had written and the instructions for how she was to deliver it. She read it, blushed quite a bit, re read it and nodded. I put my camera on record and pointed it at her and said ‘you can start whenever you want’.
She took a deep breath and said ‘I am Meghan Johnson. I am 18 years old and I have asked Mr. Q to teach me all about sex. I’m 100% serious and I swear I’m doing this of my own accord. Mr. Q has in no way coerced, drugged, or pressured me. I’m doing this because I want to learn the right way with someone with experience instead of figuring it out on my own with boys who don’t know what they’re doing. To prove that this statement is true and accurate please watch further’.
She stood then hands shaking a bit and pulled her t-shirt up over her head exposing a lacy white bra that barely contained her breasts. Next she bent down and took her shorts to the floor stepping out of them and her cute spanky panties were in view. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra letting it fall down her arms exposing her almost perfect breasts. Round, firm, with dark dime sized nipples that were already erect. Then with a slight hesitation she pushed her panties to the floor blushing fully now in her first time being totally nude before a man. She looked at me, sat down on the couch, and with a slight hesitation she opened her legs and started fingering her pussy. I let her go for a few minutes because I wanted her excited but a bit frustrated. As her breathing started to get deeper and I could tell she was really getting into it I said ‘Stop’.
She stopped obviously a little frustrated and edgy and looked at me wondering.
‘Okay you can get dressed’ I said ‘and we’ll talk some more’.
She got dressed a little jerkily then sat down and looked at me still blushing furiously.
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