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that no other session is going to be as basic—or as
quick—as this one. Think of what we just did as a ‘getting to know
you’ session. Or a pop quiz, if you prefer.”
    “ Call it whatever you
want, it doesn’t matter to me. As long as I passed.”
    “ You did, but barely. Call
it a C minus. You need to do a lot more studying if you want to get
an A.”
    “ I’ll do whatever it
takes,” Troy said. “I’ve always been a good student.”
    “ I’m sure you have,” she
said, standing up. “Now, about that whatever-it-takes comment; did
you mean that?”
    “ Of course,” Troy said,
raising his eyebrows in expectation. “Why?”
    “ Well, considering how
early in the day it still is, I was hoping we could get a little
more practice in.”
    “ Right now?”
    “ Sure,” she said with a
shrug of her shoulders. “Why not?”
    “ I don’t know,” Troy said.
“It’s just . . . we just finished up . . . and—” he broke off, not
wanting to actually say the words.
    “ And what?” she said, not
letting him off the hook.
    He just looked at her, too embarrassed to
continue on.
    “ There’s no need to be
shy,” she said. “What we just did should facilitate communication,
not inhibit it.”
    He’d never thought of it that way. It
certainly made sense; enough to allow him to spit it out, at least.
“It’s just so soon afterwards,” he said. “I’m not sure I can get it
up again so quickly.”
    “ Don’t worry about it,”
she said, giving him a sly grin. “I’ll take care of that
part.”
    She stood up and held out her hand. After
only a moment of hesitation, Troy took it. She led him across the
room, towards a hallway on the other side of the stairs. Down the
hall, past two closed doors and into the room at the end they
went.
    It was a bedroom. In the center of the room,
against the far wall, was a California King bed with black silk
sheets and somewhere around fifteen pillows piled up against the
headboard.
    “ You like?” she asked,
sitting him down on the bed.
    He nodded. “I like very much.”
    She pushed on his shoulders, forcing him to
lie down. Then she spread his legs and slid her body up his until
their faces were just inches apart, her body on top of his, her
breasts pressing up against his chest, her pussy right about at his
belly button. She ran one hand through his hair and traced the
outline of his lips with the other one.
    “ So you’ve had trouble
getting it up again quickly in the past, huh?” she said, talking
softly, seductively, her eyes locked onto his.
    “ I don’t know that I’ve
ever tried,” he said. “All the times I’ve done it before we were
finished up shortly after I did.”
    Laughing, she said, “Ah yes, young lovers
and their fumbling around, never quite sure what they’re supposed
to do, afraid to ask for what they want, always worried about the
other persons feelings, about doing the wrong thing, about
upsetting their partner. Luckily we don’t have any of those issues.
Do you know why?”
    Troy shook his head. He was completely under
her power, too transfixed by her words to utter any of his own.
    “ Because I know exactly
what I want and I’m not afraid to tell you what to do,” she said.
“Not because I don’t care about your feelings, but because I know
that communication is the key to understanding each other. And
understanding each other is the key enjoying each other fully. Plus
I know more about what you want than you do. Because how can you
know what you want before you’ve experienced it?”
    She seemed to be waiting for an answer so
Troy obliged. “I’m guessing you can’t.”
    “ That’s exactly right, she
said. “But lucky for you I’ve got more than enough experience for
the both of us. So I can show you what you want, even if you don’t
know you want it yet. Like right now. You want to touch me, right?
To please me. To make me feel good.”
    Troy nodded.
    “ But you’re not sure how
to do it, are you?”
    He shook his