Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 111610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
She pauses, letting it sink in that while they might automatically think of fucking someone’s ass, maybe some of the guys might enjoy being pegged. I’ve never done that myself, but given everything else I’m exploring with Samantha, and the way we both liked my thumb in her ass, maybe we need to add a little backdoor play for me too? I’ve never thought about it, and definitely never seriously considered it, but now? I’m not gonna say I don’t like it until I try it, but my asshole involuntarily constricts in disagreement.
“But if you’re consensually exploring, remember to go sloooooow,” Samantha drawls out, “and use lubrication because it’s a non-lubricating orifice, unlike a mouth or vagina. And not your jack-off lotion,” she adds sharply. “Your hands can handle that. An anus cannot.”
Guys nod like they’re making plans for tonight, and Samantha smiles.
“Okay, I think we have about five minutes left. Questions?”
Almost every hand in the room goes up.
“Oh! Might have to make these quickies,” she jokes, laughing.
“Damn,” Evan whispers as Samantha answers the guys’ thankfully appropriate questions. “She’s awesome. Maybe you were right . . . we could have done this sooner.”
“You’re admitting I was right and you were wrong?” I whisper back, and Evan rolls his eyes. “I was just lucky, man.”
“Even so, see if she’ll do a whole series of classes covering sex, relationships, dating, or whatever. Maybe have her send us the topics for each one ahead of time, though?” He raises his brows, a reminder of his original response to Samantha’s outrageous topic and title for today’s class. “We can put them on the club calendar for reservations because I’m betting that after word gets out about today, she’s gonna have a full roster.”
“Will do,” I agree.
Evan dips his chin. “Think I’m gonna cut out early today. My schedule’s clear, and Reagan’s working from home. Think I’ll see if she has time for a quick interruption.” He clears his throat pointedly.
I’m definitely not the only one affected by Samantha’s class today. “Quick? Did you learn nothing?” I tease quietly. “Slow, explore, enjoy,” I echo from Samantha’s lesson.
“Shit. I’ll be lucky if I make it to Reagan and don’t shoot a load from the vibration of my car on the way there.”
I laugh, knowing that his car’s virtually vibration-free, with a smooth as silk ride.
Samantha wraps up, and the guys all applaud for her. I approach the podium once more, hoping that I’m not walking too awkwardly because of my hard-on. “Thank you, Miss Redding. I think that was rather eye-opening for many of us.” To the guys, I say, “I hope you learned a lot and appreciate the knowledge you’ve been gifted. Use it to improve your uhm . . .” I hesitate, unsure how to professionally and appropriately describe what Samantha’s shared information can do. But taking a lesson from her, I go for blunt. “Your sex life and your current or future partner’s sex life.”
“Thanks, guys,” Samantha adds. “It was great meeting you. I’ll hang out for a few minutes if I didn’t get to your question or you have something you’d rather ask privately.”
It’s a kind offer, but selfishly, I wish she hadn’t made it because that means it’ll be even longer before I can relieve this pressure in my dick. Not that I can do that here, and unlike Evan, I have sessions this afternoon and can’t sneak away for some afternoon delight.
The room starts to clear out, but Samantha stays at the front, though she does sit down in one of the chairs. I start to sit beside her, but she waves me off. “I’ve got this, and some of them might not want to ask personal questions in front of you. You’re scary.”
She winks, letting me know that she’s kidding and doesn’t mean I’m some terrifying monster, but rather that these guys might be nervous to ask embarrassing things in front of their mentor depending on the intimacy of their question.
“As long as they’re appropriate. You give the signal and I’ll be at your side,” I remind her.
“Okay, here’s the signal,” she informs me, but then she makes a loud bird noise that gets everyone’s attention. “Ca-caw, ca-caw!” At my shocked face, she laughs.
I can’t help but laugh too, adding, “Maybe just give me the ‘help me’ eyes?”
She demonstrates with a glance that’s somewhere between puppy dog eyes and a ‘what the fuck’ stare. “Like that?”
“Yeah, that’ll do,” I tell her, grinning as I step away to chat with some of the guys who’re hanging around. But I keep my eye on Samantha as various guys sit down to talk with her.
Some are quick, like Anthony, who I pray is apologizing for his previous behavior. Others are with her for a while, like Stephen. I’m glad to see him opening up to someone, and given his usual nerves around women, I’m extra thrilled to see him talking comfortably with Samantha.