Chapter 2:
A willing student on a rainy Sunday morning
On Sunday morning, I woke up from the hissing of my coffee machine in the kitchen, and the smell of coffee brewing. It sounded like Rosie had managed to figure out the intricacies of my machine.
Good girl,
I thought. Outside, it was overcast and drizzly.
The perfect day to stay inside.
As we sat in bed sipping our hot cappuccinos, I laid out my plans for the day. "First, I am going to teach you how to give a killer blowjob. If you do it properly, no man will ever forget you. Then, and if you pass, I will show you how much pleasure your own body can give you. Last night, you said I could do
anything
to you. Is that still true?"
"Yes" she said simply.
"I'm not saying that you won't be scared at all, but if you trust me and allow me to show you new things, I can almost guarantee that you will enjoy it more than you did last night. Do you trust me?"
"Yes" she said again.
"If you start to feel uncomfortable, you should say "yellow", and I will slow down. If it is too much, you should say "red", and I will stop. OK? Just like a traffic light; you won't be driving the car, but you control the traffic. OK?"
"Yes" came the answer I wanted.
"Now you should take a bath; I'll take a shower after".
Whilst she was busy in the bathroom, I rummaged around in my bedroom cupboard. When he retired, my grandfather gave me a box full of his old ties. Although I never wore them, I kept the box, partly for sentimental reasons, and half-hoping that some of them may come into fashion again in 20 years' time. I picked out four old club ties that I knew I would never wear, and tied the end of each around the four legs of the bed, tucking the other ends under the mattress, and straightening the quilt over the bed.
I took the cups to the kitchen to wash, and standing at the counter, I ate a banana, washed down with a glass of milk. Although not cold, the rainy weather caused it to be unseasonably cool, and I turned the underfloor heating to a nice toasty temperature. I tore a second banana from the bunch, and took it to the bedroom with me. A few minutes later, Rosie appeared from the bathroom, looking flushed again, wearing her purple pajamas, and smelling of soap and deodorant. "Ready for school?" I joked as I went into the steamy, fragrant bathroom. Even though she used my soap, the place smelled decidedly girly. I was glad to see a lady's razor on the edge of the bath, and realised that she had prepared for another muff dive. I shaved my face in the shower, and carefully shaved my ball sack as well. After rinsing and drying myself, I put on some deodorant, and splashed aftershave on my face and neck, drying my hands over my belly and pubic area.
