Julia sat on her sofa thinking about Jon and how he was so infinitely more experienced in bed than she was, even though he was twelve years her junior. But then, she thought, that was hardly surprising as she'd had no experience whatever until only a week before when he had taken her virginity.
She had met him at night school, invited him to her house to help her with a decorating chore, even though she thought him a scruffy young layabout, and before she knew it, they were in bed and he was deflowering her. Still, he was good and it was so very enjoyable, and anyway, thirty-six is plenty old enough to still be a virgin. Not only that, but he did come back the next day to finish the job he had supposedly come to do in the first place.
Now today, in less than an hour's time, he would be calling again and this time there was not even the pretence of a chore to be done. This time, although they had dressed it up as a social call, he was calling simply to go to bed with her and they both knew it.
Her problem, if problem it was, came from the fact that until last week she had never had the slightest interest in sex and so knew virtually nothing about it, other than the basic biological facts. Then had come her 'deflowering', a complete misnomer as far as Julia was concerned, for it had allowed her to flower as a woman.
Jon had somehow woken a desire in her, a burning desire to make up for lost time. It was no use lamenting all the missed opportunities, but now she had started she needed to continue. But, and in her mind it was a big but, would Jon, or any other man, be prepared to bed a thirty-something woman who didn't know what to do. He might do so once as a novelty, maybe even twice, but then he would surely look for someone with more experience. She would just have to learn very quickly, if she could persuade him to play teacher, but how? And that was assuming that he would actually turn up.
She wondered how she should dress to greet him. Should she be in just her housecoat, or her flimsiest nightie, or would that give all the wrong tarty signals? Should she dress as normal in a skirt and blouse or put on a nice dress, and whatever she chose, should they be worn with or without underwear? Oh, God, decisions, decisions. In the end she decided to stay as she was in a knee length skirt and a white front buttoned blouse - with underwear. Be yourself, she decided, and then he can like you or not honestly.
She went into the kitchen and set a tray with coffee cups, then she went upstairs, plumped up the pillows on her bed, rearranged the duvet to look more casual and went back downstairs. A few minutes later and she was back upstairs, altering the bed so as to look properly made, and checking that there was a box of tissues within easy reach, although she wasn't sure what they might be needed for. She checked the net curtains were properly shut, opened the window a little to prevent the room becoming sticky, and then closed it so that any intimate sounds wouldn't get broadcast. Back downstairs, and then up again to give the bedroom a last scan for things forgotten. She began to get annoyed with her own anxieties.
In the end she went back into the lounge, deliberately sat herself down on the sofa and gave herself a good talking to about her nerves. Just because she was expecting her lover -- yes, her lover -- she didn't need to fall apart at the seams. She would sit quietly and wait. Twice she sprang to her feet to go and check something, and twice she forced herself back to her seat.
Eventually the door bell rang and she rushed to answer it. Jon stood there clutching a very large bunch of flowers and looking very awkward about them. She smiled a welcome and stood back to let him in, feeling so much better now he was actually here, and completely bowled over to be given flowers.
"Thank you. You are a sweetie." She took the proffered flowers and smelled them gratefully.
"I wasn't sure if you'd still want to see me." Jon explained. "And they're my bribe."
"Why ever shouldn't I?" His words had shocked her.
"I wondered if you thought I'd taken advantage." He looked quite bashful trying to get his thoughts out.
"Not a chance. Let me put these in water and we'll talk, I think it's needed."
She was gone for only a few minutes and when she returned she brought the coffee with her. She handed Jon a cup and sat on the chair opposite so that she could look at him.
"Just so that you know, I've been fussing around today like an old maid because I was frightened silly that you might not turn up. I thought you might be laughing at me for having still been a virgin at my age."
She shifted in her seat, feeling just a little embarrassed.
"I quite expected to stay a virgin, because I didn't see what all the fuss was about with sex. But you and your magic fingers changed all that, and when we made love I wanted it never to stop. Now I want to do it all the time, to try everything there is to try, but I don't know how and I need you to help me learn. So what I say to you is that you can have me any time you want, just turn up and take me, so long as you can put up with my ignorance. I will learn quickly, I promise, and you can try anything you want with me. Just please forgive my lack of knowledge and help me to please you. We can be good together, I know we can."
She paused at long last. "There, now I've been rehearsing that little speech all day, so what do you say?"
"What can I say? I've been worrying about going too far and offending you, and now you tell me there are no limits." He paused himself before asking. "Julia, do you really mean it?"
"I think so. Although how can I be sure until I know what there is to do? I can't say I'm willing to try kinky sex until I know what kinky sex consists of. So what I say is that if you enjoy doing something, try it with me, whatever it is, and see how things go."
"Julia, you got yourself a deal." He announced it rather theatrically to cover his bewilderment at this turn of events, and then changed the subject. "Is that why you said the word 'fuck' last time, because you wanted to sound sexy?"
"That bothered you didn't it? I could tell. Look, I'm really not a Miss Prim-And-Proper, you made me realise that. I asked you to 'fuck me' because to say 'please have intercourse with me' just wouldn't sound right, would it?"
