actually aroused by the power I had over him.
“You’re wet,” he said nervously. “Is that bad?”
“No, that means you are doing it right,” I said breathlessly. “Maybe you need
to see better what you are touching.”
Feeling confident, I lied on the bed and spread my legs for him to inspect me
closer. I was so engaged in his newly learned talents that I didn’t object when he kissed the inside of my thigh.
Abruptly, my pleasure stopped. Donald sat up and grabbed a box from under
his bed. He started counting out money. It looked like he had around eighty dollars. “How much to, you know…”
He was so eager and so desperate. Something made me want to make his first experience a better one than the one I had. He didn’t say he was a virgin, but it was very obvious.
“This should be enough.” I snatched the money from his hand. I looked at my phone – twenty minutes left. “Do you have any protection?”
“Yeah, I do.” He beamed. He rifled through his nightstand until he found an
unopened box. “Gift from Mom.” He smiled at his own joke.
I grabbed the condoms and checked the expiration. “So, is this your first time?”
“No, I’ve been with…” He started to lie before suddenly confessing, “Yes, it’s my first. Is that ok?”
“Twenty-year-old virgin?” I mocked.
“Nineteen and a half,” he corrected.
“If you want to spend your hard-earned money on one minute of pleasure, who am I to argue? You wanted tutoring, so let’s focus on my climax first. Most
women will not orgasm with only penetration,” I quoted Paul.
Donald nodded eagerly. This time he dove between my legs. “Ok, teach me.”
The memory of Paul was beside me as I walked Donald through the process
of finding out what the woman enjoyed.
He kept asking, “Is that ok?”
“If you stay quiet, I’ll be able to focus. You are distracting me,” I scolded.
“Sorry,” he said before returning to my previous instructions.
In a brief time, he learned what made me tick. Before I knew it, I had climaxed.
While regaining my breath, he eagerly hopped up and began to cover himself
with the condom. “Now, my turn?”
Recovering from my body’s intense response, I could only nod. I was
surprised this awkward boy just rocked my world.
Donald climbed on top of me. He struggled around his big belly to align himself. I sighed and helped him. His arm muscles were stronger than I expected, and he kept his weight off me.
Nowhere to look, but his flabby chest, I saw only two black hairs. Reality hit
me. You are a prostitute, Caitlyn, my inner voice screamed.
As if Donald’s penis understood he was going to be evicted soon, in less than
one minute, he groaned. He spent himself. Carefully, he rolled off me.
He smiled sleepily and cupped my breast. “You are so beautiful,” he
murmured, and then fell asleep.
While he lay snoring, I put all the money he gave me on his nightstand. After
I dressed, I dug around his dressers. I found a fast-food restaurant menu and a green highlighter. I scribbled a note and placed it on the bills. It read:
Keep practicing.
Soon, you will have all the girls screaming your name.
